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"I hope this fic doesn't awaken something inside me."

It did in fact, awaken everything inside them

HOLY FUCK

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❀ character(s): könig x reader

❀ word count: 5,265

❀ cw/tw: AFAB reader (AFAB anatomy, femme pet names and pronouns), sub!könig, dom!reader, mommy kink, edging, dacryphilia, praise, nipple play, body worship, face sitting, protected sex, obsessive thoughts/tendencies, hints of könig being co-dependent, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cowgirl + mating press positions, mentions of aftercare

❀ a/n: after teasing it for far too long, i finally present the fic everyone has been waiting for: könig with a raging mommy kink. it has taken every single ounce of self-restraint i could muster to not snap my laptop in half in a flurry of horny rage while writing this. i hope it makes you as feral as it has made me <3

König is a man made of far too many scars and not enough introspection to understand why he’s so good at his job. A trained and skilled fighter, after taking one too many hits, vowing to himself to never ever be on the receiving end of them anymore. Constantly bloodied knuckles and split lips to serve as a reminder of how dangerous he is, how deadly, as if his mountainous height weren’t enough. Red was never his favorite color until he saw how good it looked on his own skin.

König is someone who demands control—sometimes with his words, mostly with his actions. For as anxious and silly he may come across as, there’s something undeniably intimidating about him most people are too scared to try to decipher. As soon as his boots hit the battlefield, he’s arrogant, condescending, confrontational, and the worst perfectionist to ever grace the German armed forces.

König is the face of the best insertion specialists, a name whispered on base that is often praised for his dedication to his job. Often begrudgingly named the best of the best. Pointed out with trembling hands as being a model soldier, even if he gets a little sloppy at times. 

So to be the person to break him down slowly piece by piece until he’s a babbling mess underneath you is the greatest honor you could ever ask for.

His fingers are clutching the bed sheets, strong brow furrowed, sharp incisors digging into his swollen lip, a blanket of sweat clinging to his skin, love bites scattered across his board chest, and he looks up at you through thick lashes like a starved man in love with the meal sitting on his lap.

“Schatz,” he pants. “Ca-Can’t take much anymore...”

You run a gentle thumb across his cheek and smile sweetly at him. “Just a little more, sweetheart? For me? For mommy?”

Before he can answer, you lace your fingers through his hair and tug at the ends, eliciting a groan from his parched throat and a buck of his hips. Glistening tears fill his eyes, nearly spilling over his puffy cheeks, but he only barely manages to hold them at bay. His neglected cock throbs between your bodies, but his attention remains on you. Nodding his head, he leans his forehead against your shoulder and groans when you run your fingers down his spine.

“Good boy, König,” you murmur against the shell of his ear, and he whines at the praise, hips trembling as he fights the urge to buck them.  “Good boy. You’re so pretty like this, you know that? My pretty, good boy.”

He preens under your saccharine words, hot mouth filled with whimpers and moans, scarred knuckles bone-white and hands nearly numb, chest heaving as he tries to maintain control. “All I ever want to do is be good for you...,” he mutters.

Unsatisfied with his sudden shyness, you pull at his hair again, rougher this time, demanding his attention. Though he hisses at the pain, melted sapphires flicker up to meet your gaze, and you're pleased to see submission shining through the tears. “Hm? What was that, baby? Didn’t quite hear you.”

Another whimper and he licks at his dry lips. Oh, he's in it deep now. “Jus’ want to be mama’s good boy,” he mewls, eyes pleading with yours, hands at his side no matter how much they ache to touch you and, judging by the steady pulse of his cock, you're driving him to the brink of sanity. “‘s all I want to do.”

Your fingers stoke his cheek, and he nuzzles against your palm, mouth catching your fingers and kissing the tips.

A dangerous mixture of adoration and submission swims in his eyes, causes his pupils to swell until they're nearly consuming his shining irises. And he looks so enamored with you, so sickeningly in love and obsessed despite the ache in his cock and the tremble in his hands that it's difficult to keep yourself from consuming him completely. Devouring him until he’s a lovely stain on your lips and kept safe in the deepest depths of your stomach. All yours, yours, yours. Your good boy, your pet, your peace and sanity, your love and irrationality, all of it, encased in the ribcage of one of the most deadly soldiers seen in recent years. It makes you dizzy with control.

Humming with approval, you drag your digits down to the valley of his chest, nails grazing the skin enough to make him shiver. And right when he begins to lean into your touch, you lightly twist his nipple. He hisses with pain and screws his eyes shut, but you can feel his cock harshly throb against your thigh. You give his other nipple a twist for good measure. This time, his head lolls back and a low moan crawls its way out of his throat.

“That feel good, baby?” you ask. When he doesn’t answer, you pinch his chin between your thumb and pointer finger and force him to look back down at you. He appears to be stunned, surprised, as if you just pulled him out of his favorite dream. “I need you to answer me, baby boy,” you remind him gently.

He blinks a few times and nods. “Y-Yeah. Feels really good, mama.”

Too good, almost. The places where your soft skin is pressed against him feels raw, sensitive enough to bring tears in his eyes and cause his chest to ache. The legs wrapped around his waist weigh him down as his heart slams up into the ceiling, taking his rationality and any hope he had of maintaining control with it. Even after all of this time, you still manage to turn him into a puddle of love with a few kisses and honeyed words dripping from a sweet tongue. Keeping his head clear is becoming more and more difficult, and your sparkling eyes are beckoning him to allow himself to drown in the safety you provide him with.

Just do it, he tells himself. Just let go. You're safe, you're safe, you're safe.

A welcomed sharp pain blooms in his nipple again, but this time is soothed with your tongue after, teeth grazing and lightly nibbling. His knuckles might split if he keeps clutching onto the bed sheets so tightly. He might not care if they do. It if means you'll keep doing whatever it is you do to make him feel so vulnerable and exposed, he'll do it again and again until his hands are full of stitches and he can't move them anymore. Even then, he might find a way to keep doing it, even with all of the familiar gore.

“So handsome.” Your warm breath fans across his chest, and he shivers under it all. “My handsome boy. So special and sweet. So good for me, hm? Are you my good boy?”

He lets out a whimper when you brush your lips against his neck. “J-Ja! ‘m your good boy!”

“Maybe even my best boy. How does that sound, sweetheart? Do you want to be my best boy?”

“Always.”

It’s hypnotizing watching his head loll as you continue to tweak and play with his nipples, how his Adam’s apple bobs whenever you drag your tongue across his jugular, feeling his thighs twitch with every little movement from you. He’s putty in your palms, allowing you to manipulate him any way you wish, trusting you to handle him with clean hands, and you’ve learned how to mould out his best curves over the months you’ve been together. Thick fingers dig into the fleshy parts of your hips when you grind against his cock, and his brows pinch in concentration to keep his inevitable orgasm at bay.

You pout up at him. “I thought you wanted to be my best boy. What’s the matter, darling?”

König looks down at you with bashful eyes, a heat rising to his cheeks again and bringing out the freckles splattered on his nose. “I do! But I’ll cum if you keep doing that…”

And, by god, when you tilt your head to the side, he thinks he might melt into a puddle. “Hm? What’s the problem with that?”

“It’s embarrassing, cumming so early...”

“You think mommy pleasing you is embarrassing?”

This time, König shakes his head vehemently and tightens his grip on you, voice cracking with panic. “No, of course not! Just…” He looks down at where your bare pussy brushes his hard, weeping dick. “You’ve only just played with my nipples and grinded on me a little, and I’m all riled up and aching.”

You cup his warm cheeks in your hands and guide his eyes to yours, and you can feel him melt underneath you. “Sweetheart, there’s nothing wrong with that. We can take a break if you really need one, but you don’t need to worry so much about cumming early. I like getting you off. That’s the whole point of doing what we do. So don’t worry, love, okay? If anything, you cumming early is a compliment.”

After a few shaky breaths, he nods along with you and loosens his hold on you. Take control, shiny sapphires say. Fuck me, break me, make me yours. And Heaven help any man who tries to compare himself to König because he’s so fucking pretty–all blown pupils and swollen lips begging you to toy with him however you wish. There’s nothing in this world that even comes close to him; nothing that can capture your heart the way he does; nothing that gives you the same high he does.

König looks up at you as if you hung the stars in the sky, but little does he know they were hung in his image.

And so what if you can’t help yourself from rolling your hips a few more times. So what if you suck and nibble on his neck so anyone who looks at him knows he’s loved and fucked properly. So fucking what if you swirl your tongue around his pebbled nipple until he’s rutting against you again. Sharp fingernails drag down a muscular chest, and König cries out your name as thick white ropes spurt from his cock.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpers, eyes screwed shut and cheeks flushed. “‘m sorry, mommy, didn’t mean to cum without your permission.”

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay, König,” you reassure him and plant a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. When he comes down from his high and peeks his eyes open, you push on his chest a little and shimmy your hips down. “Lay down, baby boy. Can you do that for me?”

And just like a rubber band, König snaps back into the fuzzy headspace that makes listening to your every command the most imperative thing he can do. Your glistening cunt is hovering over his face as soon as he gets into position, and he doesn’t need to be told twice what it is you want him to do. Large hands grip the fleshy parts of your thighs and pull you down until his nose is brushing against your soaking slit, electricity dancing across where your hot skin meets his. Blue eyes peek past your mound, searching for the unspoken permission he longs for, and when you run your fingers through his dark hair, he knows he has it.

König is almost certain he’s addicted to the taste of your essence; honeydew on a parched tongue and bringing every nerve in his body to life. There are clouds in his head, stars dancing behind his eyes, sunlight coming out of his fingertips and splaying across your skin, and he has an angel sitting on his face and moaning out his name. He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking and licking and nibbling in ways that has your thighs shaking around his head.

“O-Oh, König,” you moan out and dig your fingers into the headboard in front of you to regain your balance. “Oh, baby boy, just like that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

A groan reverberates in his chest, and you grind your hips when the vibration hits your cunt. All he can possibly think about is pleasing you, lapping at your pussy until you’re creaming on his tongue and screaming out his name, praising him for doing such a good job—because that’s all he needs, really. In a world full of deceptive words meant to inflate fragile egos, all König has ever wanted is someone to love him for who he is currently, not who he could be.

As if you can read his mind, you card your fingers through his thick hair, eyes full of unadulterated love and unabashed pleasure, and contently sigh. “Pretty baby boy. Look even prettier with my pussy in your mouth. Do I taste good, baby?”

He answers by burying his face even more into your heated core, tongue lapping at your puffy folds before latching onto your swollen clit. Expert fingers ease into your tight core, and he whines at how much you’re clamping down on him. He’ll never get over how reactive your body is to his touch. You might be the one sitting on the throne, but he’s the one making sure it’s the best throne to sit on.

“König, sweetheart, you make mommy feel so good. Fuck, such a good boy.”

Flowers begin to bloom in his chest, and he thinks he might be capable of more than just burying bullets into skulls. He’s surrounded by love, reminded of how precious it is and how fragile it can be if handed by rough palms. He can hear how much it causes your voice to tremble and shake, how it grows peonies and tulips until his chest is a garden and petals sit on the corners of his mouth; can see how your eyes overflow with it until he’s almost certain he’s drowning in it.

Never did he ever think of himself as someone worthy of the sweet words tumbling out of your lips, but you make it so easy to swallow them down and keep them locked behind his ribcage. An odd sort of guilt attempts to burrow  itself in his guts, as if trying to starve him of the affection he so hopelessly craves, but it’s quickly washed away when your eyes find his and he sees the same flowers that rest in his lungs. He’s allowed to be and feel loved. He’s allowed to indulge in the blanket of security you provide him with. He’s allowed to be something other than König: contractor for Kortac and insertion specialist for Kommando Speziälkrafte. He’s your good boy, and he thinks that’s the highest honor he’s ever received.

And, oh god, does he make you feel good. Good doesn’t even begin to describe the sunlight flooding your veins right now, the fire burning in your guts, the twitching in your thighs. König has become an expert in the matters of your pleasure, quickly learning how to curl his fingers inside of you and at what rhythm. He might be known for his petulant attitude and glass ego, but he’s a perfectionist down to his core, and every time he finds himself with his face buried in your heat, he takes notes of how to improve his technique.

It isn't long before you can feel yourself clamping down on your partner’s fingers, hips grinding in tandem with his tongue and shaky fingers pulling at his hair. And König drinks it all in, half-lidded eyes watching your jaw slacken and chest heave as your body shutters above him, drunk off of the reassurance that he’s good for something other than murder. Your orgasm washes over you as subtle as a tsunami, juices flowing out of you and coating his face until it drips down his chin. He doesn’t bother wiping himself clean. He likes having the reassurance that he makes you feel good enough to unabashedly release all over him.

König is high on carnality and voracity, submission and dominance and the freedom it gives him to love and be loved with every flaw but on display for prying eyes. He’s safe, he’s safe, he’s safe, and safety is such an indulgence in a life spent on a battlefield. Open-mouthed kisses are pressed against your twitching thighs, and König smiles against your warm skin when he hears you mewl.

“Did I do good, mama?” he asks and has the audacity to sound bashful.

A chuckle slips past your lips. “So, so good. Mommy’s good boy, remember? And my good boy makes me feel the best.”

“Always want to be your good boy.” It’s his personal mantra at this point; the thing that plays on repeat in his ears while he’s losing himself in all of the flowers you plant in him with delicate hands and a soft heart. For no one could put such gardens together, tend to them and keep them as flourishing as you do, flowers overflowing until they’re crawling out of his mouth and spilling onto the floor. He’s full of love, full of life, full of beauty and colors that you’ve been kind enough to offer him. He can only hope to be the best vase he can be.

Somewhere along the way you’ve crawled onto his lap and dug a condom out of the side dresser, opened wrapper laying useless on the bedsheets and the latex rolling over his half hard cock. He hisses as your palm grazes over his sensitive head, but swallows down any whines when you place a tender kiss on his chest. It’s obvious he’s completely lost himself in his favorite headspace—swollen lips slightly agape, watery sapphires being swallowed by blackholes, hands trembling as if it strains him to not touch you, and, somewhere in the mix of all of the obedience and passion, you swear you see a flash of sunflowers.  

Gently, tender for the man who feeds off of your affections like a starved animal, you lace your fingers through his and place them on your hips, steadying yourself and finally giving him the touch he craves. “C’mere, baby. Gimme a kiss, yeah? Do you want to give mommy a kiss?”

“Please,” he whines out. “Want to kiss you so bad, mommy. Please lemme kiss you.”

“So cute,” you coo, tracing your finger over the outline of his lips, “when you’re so desperate for me. Are you desperate for me, baby? Want me so bad?”

König is babbling incoherently underneath you, begging and panting to touch you, begging to kiss you, begging to be worthy of such things. And yet, despite how much he whines and pleads, he remains with his hands by his side and his back against the headboard, because, above all else, he’s obedient, waiting for your permission, waiting to hear you tell him how good he is and how he deserves a reward. “Need you, mama,” he slurs, light eyes peeking through dark hair and pleading. “Need you feel you. Please, mama, let me feel you. I’ll make you feel so, so good! I’ll be the best boy! Just need to be close to you. Just need to love you. Please, mama, let me love you.”

You bring your lips close enough to ghost over his, close enough that you can feel his minty breath fanning over your face, close enough that he remembers what love tastes like and his tongue is yearning for it. “Kiss me then, König. Kiss me and touch me and love me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With shaking hands, he cups your face in his palms and slots his lips against yours gingerly. In a world where König is known for being aggressive and abrasive, he’s gentle with you, lips slowly sliding over yours and memorizing how sweet love tastes when swimming across his tongue. His hands drift down your shoulders where they trace all of the bumps and outlines of bones and muscles, before sliding down to your breasts, grazing over your pebbled nipples and goosebumps, and then finally resting on your hips, rough palms massaging the plushness of your body. And, just like every other time you’ve allowed him to love and be loved, he kisses his way from your mouth down to the hollow of your throat, your pulse thumping against his lips and reminding him of how fragile you both are.

Your pussy slides against the underside of his cock, and he whines into your mouth, nails digging into your hips and muscular thighs twitching. He’s insistent on kissing you, however, insistent on sliding his tongue in your mouth and committing obsession to memory. Because all he can do is obsess—obsess over you, over the way you make him feel, over how your hands trace the planes of his body, over every sound that falls from your mouth and nestles into his ears, over how sweet you make submission feel. He’s in over his head, he knows it, but as long as you continue to hold his hand, he thinks he might be okay with it.

And maybe it was you shifting your hips, or maybe he bucked his up at just the right angle, but somehow you’ve wound up impaled on him and moaning out his name, and König is certain he’s died and gone to heaven, pretty lilies and orchids laid out on his tombstone.

His cock stretches your pussy so nicely, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to feeling so full, feeling his veins drag against your plush walls and his head nearly kissing your cervix. Even with a condom on, everything about König’s cock is deliciously addictive. You give yourself a breath of a moment to adjust to his size, and right when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, you begin to rock your hips.

König loses all semblance of control at the sudden feeling of your warm walls around his shaft, babbling nonsensically and pathetically whimpering your name over and over, hands shaking and chest heaving. If you thought he was on the brink of losing it before, he’s absolutely gone now, not a trace of constraint or control to be found in his pleas for, “More, mama, oh bitte, can’t get enough of you. Never get enough of you.” Part of you suspects he’s still sensitive from his first orgasm, but that part is quickly crushed when König wraps his arms around your waist and begins to buck up into you.

“König,” you pant. “You’re such a good boy, oh my god! Fuck, keep fucking me like that. Oh, you’re so good!”

Tears poke at the edge of his eyes, whether it’s due to overstimulation of his body or mind, you’re unsure, but you keep bucking your hips in tandem with his, careful to match his distraught pace as you both chase your highs. And, oh, he’s so beautiful like this; all blown pupils and parted lips as he tries his damndest to make you feel a fraction of what he feels, terribly hopeful that you feel for him what he feels for you.

“F-Fick, mama, you make me crazy,” he moans out, “Making me so insane and needing you. Ich liebe dich zu sehr.”

Desperate doesn’t even begin to cover how he feels towards you and all of your flowers, though it’s often a sentiment used. Carnal, obsessive, incapable of thinking of anything or anyone else in your presence, willing and wanting to do anything just to see a glimmer of joy on your face, so fucking consumed by you he’s learned how to keep you in his ribcage.

The sunlight in your veins has broken through the surface, basking both of your bodies in warmth and security you couldn’t possibly find anywhere else. With his fingers creating crescent moons in your skin and his cock hitting all of your favorite spots, it’s impossible to not lose yourself in the greatness of it all. Your arms are wrapping around his neck in an attempt to bring his body—no, his heart—closer to yours, and König buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“So good,” you cry out, and you can feel him moan into your skin. Your bouncing is getting sloppier and sloppier by the second as the coil in your abdomen tightens, and König’s thrusts and whines are becoming more feral. So close, so close, so close. “König—”

“Ich komme gleich, Gott,” he manages to slur out, the English language a nuisance to try and translate to. “Komm mit mir, mama, bitte! Ich flehe dich an, cum with me, mama!”

After a few more messy thrusts, König’s hips stutter to a stop as your pussy milks him for all he’s got. Exhausted, your body falls apart on his, all lead muscles and rubber bones, and he catches you before you slide off of him. He mumbles something you don’t catch, and right when you lift your head up to ask him, he’s sliding his still-hardened dick out of you and tossing the used condom in favor of a new one.

“König?” you question. “What are you—?”

“Not enough,” he states adamantly. “Haven’t loved you enough. Bitte, mommy, let me love you s’more.”

He should be tired. He should be worn down to the bone. After two orgasms and being in this headspace for such an extended amount of time, he should be outright exhausted and ready for a bath. But König is looking up at you with a hard cock, blown pupils, and hungry lips ready to devour as much as you will allow him. He’s pleading all but with his voice and, like the obedient boy he is, eagerly waiting for your answer. Even with so many flowers in his body that they’re beginning to pour out from him and petals scattered across the bed, he still wants to prove he’s worth it all.

You can feel a monster start to stir in your chest—a monster starved of all affection and ready to feed on whatever scraps are tossed its way, sharp claws delicately caressing the very same plants you presented him with. You want to devour him piece by piece until your lips are stained with his blood and all of his shards are protected in your stomach.

And the worst part of it all is you both know he would let you. He would absolutely allow you to eat, eat, eat! Sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want! You’ll never go hungry as long as you’re with me! Just eat, goddammit, eat, eat, eat! Eat all of me until we aren’t sure where you end and I begin! Eat until I’m swimming in your veins! Just fucking eat!

Hunger is such a hard thing to ignore, especially when you have such a pretty meal right in front of you.

Rather than answer him verbally, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in for another soul-crushing kiss. He has you underneath him before either of you have time to grasp the consequences of obsession and infatuation. With an ease that onlyKönig could possess, he pins your knees up to your chest, lips brushing against the length of your calves before he begins a steady rhythm of thrusts.

“Baby boy,” you mewl. “You’re so good, you know that? So, so fucking good. Your cock is amazing, darling. Keep fucking me just like that! O-O-Oh, König!”

With claws as sharp as diamonds, you dig your nails onto his back, and he cries out your name until it’s all he dares to think about. “F-Fick, mama,” he swears, and throws his head back, “du bist schön. You know that right, mommy? Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

His skin is on fire, a beautiful display for you to drink in as he brings himself to the brink of sanity. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts; he’s so overstimulated that there’s tears burning behind his eyes and his legs feel as if they may give out any second. But you’re looking up at him as if he’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen and he just wants to be able to say he’s worthy of it all. He’ll keep feeding the monster growling in your chest until he’s just a sad pile of bones. He’d burn himself down to ashes if it meant keeping you warm. He’d rip out his own vocal chords if you woke up one day and decided he talks too much.

Anything, anything, anything to love and to be loved. 

His whines and moans become more and more warbled the closer he gets to his orgasm, and you’re drinking every ounce of his submission. Unable to maintain self-control in the face of greed, sharp teeth pinch his nipple, the swell of his pecs, his shoulder, his neck, his jaw—anywhere you can feed and hear him cry out in delight, just so long as you eat, eat, eat. Every time enamel pinches plush flesh, you can feel a piece of him slither down your throat and land in your ever-growing stomach—somewhere he’s learned to consider home. Whispers of praise and love dance across his skin, your hands running up and down his spine as if coaxing him to give you just a little more of himself, just a bit more so you can sedate the beast and continue to be the practical person he knows and loves.

“Mama,” he pants out, “ca—oh gott—won’t last much longer!”

“So fucking good for me,” you moan and can feel his cock beginning to throb with the need to release. “There go you, just a little more. I’m so close, darling.”

Shaky hands claw their way down a broad chest, and you dig until you can hear a hiss leave his lips. “Bitte, mama, komme mit mir, bitte!”

“My baby wants me to cum with him, hmm?” you tease, albeit weakly. He’s losing control, you both know it. His abs flex with strain, his brow is shining with sweat, and his lips wobble with weakness, and yet he’s fighting to have you cum first just so he can taste how sweet you are on his tongue before the guilt washes it all out.

“Ja, bitte! Ich flehe dich an, mama, komme mit mir!”

“O-O-Oh, fuck...” The monster in your chest is roaring so loudly, you can hear the echoes of it ringing in your ears. “I’m cumming, sweetheart, cum! Cum with me! You deserve to, baby boy, deserve to cum with me.”

And he does so, embarrassingly quick, your name a prayer on his lips and your voice crying out his. For the fourth time that night, you’re both left panting and clinging to each other. He collapses on you, careful as to not crush you under his weight, burying his face into your chest and struggling to catch his breath.

“You did so well for me, darling,” you mumble against his shoulder, your lips fumbling to kiss everywhere your teeth sunk into. “I love you so much.”

“Ich liebe dich auch.” Voice muffled by your skin, but you still hear him nonetheless. “Ich liebe dich so sehr.”

“C’mon, let’s get you in a bath and I’ll cook some food for us, yeah? That sound good?”

He whines out and nuzzles his face more into you, hands pulling you closer to him and refusing to let go. “In a little bit.”

You smile down fondly at him, though he can’t see. “Snuggles first?”

“Snuggles first,” he confirms. And, for a little bit, everything feels right in the world.

Reblogs/comments are always appreciated! ♡

Please we need second part where reader successfully escape and make a run to her parent's alone, your toxic König is too good and amazing well written 😭😭💖

toxic! König x Reader - [King and Prince: My Escape] THANK YOU!! i planned to make a bunch of one-shots under this AU, but this received a lot of love and continuation requests so here it is! I'm also finally finished with exams and coursework, so I'm actually able to breathe a bit now- oh, oh. Never mind, 2nd term starts next week, okay. Trigger warning: Kidnapping, mentions of reader's mental health, poorly translated German (oh how I love you so DeepL.com and ChatGPT) There's also a poem that's mentioned here: "Der Erlkönig" by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, written in 1782. I recommend checking it out, it's a short, yet chilling read!

"Wo ist sie, verdammt?" [where the hell is she?] König mutters to himself, his voice laced with frustration and hurt.

He looks at the now empty ropes with no sign of his wife, huffing at the lack of her presence. In contrast, Leon giggles as he latches onto his father's head whilst sitting on his shoulders.

"Mama's playing a game with us, papa!" He says enthusiastically.

"Was meinst du damit?" [what do you mean?]

Leon hums in mock confusion, "Vielleicht will sie, dass wir sie erwischen." [maybe she wants us to catch her].

It's 9 P.M. and you've running in the middle of a field in nothing but an over-sized sweatshirt and joggers. Of course that fucker decided to tie you up in a basement in the middle of fucking nowhere. In fact, you don't even recall him ever owning that property, something similar to an abandoned farmhouse. But I guess the only animal getting played here...would be you.

You're questioning all the other things he might have hidden from you...other properties...maybe other women...and what's the deal with your son?

"Leon honey, listen. Mama's going to get out of here, and after that we're going to go somewhere safe, okay? We'll go to your grandparents, I'll take you home, okay?" You sweat out, exhausted after numerous times of pulling at the ropes.

"But I'm already home." Leon smiles eerily. There's something broken in that kid, you think. The way he smiles with no emotion makes you fear for your life.

You try to caress the top of his head but the ropes dig at the possibly infected gashes on your wrists, making you hiss in response.

"Mama, you're bleeding." He state inquisitively, grabbing your wrists to examine them.

Groaning at the new contact, you curse out, "FUCK. Leon, stop. Just get me out of this, please sweetie-"

You breath hitches at his expression.

A deep toothy grin is plastered on his face.

"Red's always been mine and papa's favourite colour."

When you're eye catches his red beaded bracelet, the one mirrors König's, a part of you had to come to terms with losing both your husband and your son.

"Stupid kid, should have had a daughter..." You whisper to no one in particular, stretching over thorny bushes and rocks.

You can't tell how long it's been in that room, could be days, could be weeks, but the moment you left the house, it felt like taking a breathe of fresh air for the very first time.

"König, pleas-"

"Schnuki, quiet please, I'm trying to read Leon a poem." König scolds you, whilst sitting on the floor against the wall with Leon resting on his chest. For some reason, they both like to spend time with you.

By spending time with you, that means going about their day, in your presence...just, without paying any attention to you.

"König, I need to fucking piss again."

"Es war eine kalte, dunkle Nacht, und ein Vater ritt mit seinem kleinen Sohn durch einen nebligen Wald." He reads, completely shutting your needs out. [it was a cold, dark night, and a father was riding with his little son through a foggy forest.]

"Kö..." You drag out the syllables to see whether that would make a difference to his reactions. It doesn't.

"Der Junge klammerte sich ängstlich an seinen Vater und flüsterte-" [The boy clung fearfully to his father and whispered-]

Leon speaks out now, clutching his father's shirt as he sleepily recites from the book, "Papa, siehst du ihn nicht? Dort, zwischen den Bäumen! Der Erlkönig ruft nach mir!“ ["Papa, don’t you see him? There, between the trees! The Erlking is calling me!"]

The two giggle at their reenactment.

As they continue their story, the loudly spoken story begins to anger you, for days you've been practically caged in the room, forced to listen to such mundane tasks. Reading a story before bedtime (but they happen to sleep upstairs with actual beds, leaving you to practically rot downstairs), or when König decides to blast his tunes whilst working out, or even when Leon simply chooses to study right in of your shivering body in the afternoon.

"DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE FUNCTIONING EARS?" You scream.

In a instant, König flashes his eyes on you as Leon flinches at the tone of your stern voice.

There's a moment of silence, a quiet battle between you and König, who seems to want to rip your vocal cords and shove them into a book to read about to his son.

"Was haben Sie gerade gesagt?" [what did you just say?] He murmurs with his eyebrows furrowed.

When you don't respond, your son decides to speak up for you.

He turns his head around to berate you, "Sprich dich aus." [speak up]

Your gaze turns to the floor as you watch droplet after droplet hit the surface, "...why."

There's no response. Perhaps, they didn't hear you or perhaps they simply don't know.

"Why are you doing this to me. All I wanted was a husband and a son that respected me. What the fuck did I do to deserve such a shitty family?!"

Before you know it, you begin wailing at the end of your outburst, tears rapidly streaming down your aching cheeks. You look up at the pair, hoping to feign any sense of remorse or sympathy.

But you're met with none.

"Maybe if you hadn't broken this family, you could have got what you wanted."

You're not too sure who spoke, at that point it seems like both father and son began to share a twisted mind.

A large vehicle drives by you and you let out a sigh, maybe there is an escape for you after all.

"Wait! Wait for me!"

The look of pity the driver gives you as you ask them for a lift wasn't as bad as the ones your own family have been giving you for the past few days, so you don't complain. Instead you give a vague description of your parent's house, your childhood home.

With a deep breathe, you make your way to safety, and for a second, you allow sleep to evade you that night. A sleep so deep, you don't hear the quiet ring of a phone...

"Hallo König. Ja, sie ist bei mir. Du hattest recht. Ja, sei einfach da, ich bringe sie in 20 Minuten vorbei." [hello konig. yes, she's with me. you were correct. yes just be there, i'll drop her off in 20 minutes.]

"Miss, we're here. Miss-" The voice urges you to wake up, poking your shoulder as if you were roadkill.

With a groan you awaken, at the sight of your parents house, safety as last.

You thank the driver for troubling him, and for getting blood on his seats, "I'm sorry I don't have anything to repay you with...if you give me a minute, I can run in and get you some cash?" You ask, apologetically.

The stranger shakes his head, "No need, payments been taken care of already."

Oh. Okay, cool.

You squint your eyes in confusion, but choose to brush it off, it's been days since you've engaged in human interaction, maybe you just forgot the small quirky things a person can say.

"...okay, thanks again."

"Bis ich dich wiedersehe." [until i see you again.]

You stop midstep, looking back at the stranger, but he's already hit the pedals and driven off without a trace. That was German, right? See you again?

It seems like a coincidence, and you want to brush it off, but the way he spoke mimicked König's dialect a little too well....Many people speak German though...

You reach the door of your parent's house, admiring yourself in the reflection of the door. A frail being, dressed in tattered clothing, with blood marks decorating your wrist. Afraid of being bombarded with questions, you pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt down and re-tie your hair into something more acceptable.

The door opens and your met with the relieved look of your poor mother.

"Sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay!" She pulls you into a bone crushing hug, with her face tucked tightly into your shoulder.

Humming against her, you question her, "I'm okay...wait, how did you know? Where's dad?"

"He's okay sweetheart, he's in the living room. But don't think you're off the hook, now that you've come back." She smiles, kissing your forehead, as she guides you through the house.

You scoff, "What do you mean?"

"Running away is a serious matter, don't take it lightly, sweetheart. How do you think we've all felt? I understand, if you're you know..." She starts.

"...Know what?"

"You know, you've become a little..." She spins her finger around her ear in a circular motion, "I guess...cuckoo! Um...but don't worry, we're already looking into treatments."

You stare at her blankly, stopping her, "Ma. I'm fine. W-what- I'm not crazy, where on Eart-"

Every muscle in your body flinches.

It's like your body hit flight or fight mode but instead decided to switch off. You've never remembered a time where your mind has ever been so silent, but I guess now counts.

Those blue eyes.

2 pairs.

Staring back at you, soullessly.

Not a word is spoken.

And yet both your parents seem to be gleaming at the scene, of what looks like a family reuniting.

Family.

If that's even what this is.

"Why did you run away from us, schatz?" [darling]

You can't distinguish between your husband and your son.

"We've missed you."

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Exam season is almost coming to an end...so a fic? 😀

Who'd you prefer to read about!

Gaming with König

something short to break the writers block :P

With exams finally finishing, you find yourself slouched against your desk chair, eyes glued to the screen in front.

"Liebling...c'mon let's talk..."

König mumbles, walking into the room. With your finals done, and him on a break, he just wants to spend time with his lover, but instead your attention is devoted to your video games.

"Hmm...5 more minutes..." You grumble out, clicking aggressively to shoot the enemy team.

"Baby, you've been playing for so long..." He tugs at your hoodie, forcing you to fix your posture and sit up straight.

You groan his words, realising your character had died. You turn to König, an idea popping into your head.

"For a sniper, you're quite bad at shooting long distance...oh wait, you're not-"

"Scheisse." König blurts out, the character now frantically running around, taking some damage from a bullet shot. "This mouse is faulty, schtaz..."

Snorting at his words, you lean into the crook of his neck, "Come on, Colonel, you bought it for me for christm-"

"Was zur Hölle- [what in the hell] Schatz! I hate this game." He screams, sitting up straight again, incidentally shoving you away. "When's the next round."

You laugh at his tantrum, massaging his tense shoulders.

"How about I take you with me for the next mission and I'll show you some real shooting, hm?" He suggests, rubbing his temples.

"I dunno babe, given the way you play, I might not come home alive-"

"Schatzi, please." He interrupts, turning to face you with a strict expression, "...the games starting again."

The next few rounds were very hectic, consisting of König screaming at his teammates with the mic on (which definitely led to your account being reported), and then König almost raising his voice at you.

"Why's the gun on the floor?!"

"Kö, you dropped it-"

"How do I pick it up?!"

"Babe, clic-"

"Who's behind me aAaAah-"

"König! Stop-"

Ultimately, the game ended with a disappointing score of 1 - 13, and a few new nail marks imprinted onto the desk where König has gripped out of irritation.

"That was a good game, I see why you like it Schnuki."

You hum in response, inquisitively picking up a random button that had be torn apart from your keyboard - the space bar, amidst König's shooting spams.

He gets up and pats your back, heading to the kitchen to prepare some dinner for the both of you, "Same time tomorrow?"

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König und Prinz: Meine Entführer

toxic! König x Reader - [King and Prince: My kidnappers] Your attempts to run away with your son fails, and your husband confronts you. Seems like he's really influencing your little one. Word Count: 2.8k This is intended to be a oneshot :P SHOUT OUT GOOGLE TRANSLATE, RLY CARRIED THIS FIC

The picture of your husband and father of your child of 10 years, with his arm slung around another woman, really was the pinnacle of your disappointment for the man.

The house, once decorated with handcrafted creations by you and your son, Leon, whom König had frequently nicknamed 'mein kleiner König' [my little king] and 'mein kleiner Prinz' [my little prince] was now all packed away, stored in numerous duffel bags and small cabin suitcases.

"Mama, wohin gehen wir?" [where are we going?]

"Your grandparents." You huff.

It's not like König was cheating on you. He really wasn't. He loved you too much for that. But the constant nagging and the berating on your side truly stressed you to a point where you heavily questioned your relationship.

"Take all your belonging Leon, dunno if we're coming back in a while..."

"Und Papa? [and papa?] Do we need to pack his clothes too?" He aks innocently, peering up at you from down below.

He was a smart boy, your son, though he was barely 7 years old, and already at an outstanding height of nearly 140 cm, there was no doubt that he was König's son.

"No." You halt your movements, thinking of an excuse, "His clothes are already there."

Leon nods. He may be 7, but he's not stupid, and he's upset that you think so little of him. It's apparent that he's closer to his father than to you, and although you're grateful to have such a loving family, you can't help but feel a spike of jealousy whenever your Leon visibly preferred your husband over you.

Like his school's sports day, when you and König had cheered him on as he raced to the finishing line quicker than his classmates. It was an easy win, I mean look at him.

As he crosses the finishing line, he rushes to the both of you, and although you're standing in front of König, with your arms wide open to hold your son, he only just makes a beeline, straight to his father, jumping to press his face into König's chest.

It's little things like this that makes you wonder if your son even recognises you as a parent equal to his beloved father.

The drive to your parent's house was long and awkward, with Leon making small remarks like when his father was going to be there, and what his father was doing at that very moment, and why his father wasn't with you guys that very moment.

"Busy with his bitch I presume..." You mumble under your breath, and you know that if König had heard you, he would've pulled you aside and scolded you for using such foul language around his precious son.

The bond was mutual it seems.

"Mama, papa is calling you." Leon mentions, grabbing at your phone.

"Disconnect." You bark.

"But mama, what if it's wichtig." [important]

"Leon. I said, disconnect it."

He hesitates but eventually listens, hanging up König's call. It's the 5th one of the car ride.

The phone vibrates once more.

Kö: meine liebe, wo bist du??? [my love, where are you???]

Kö: schätze [treasure]

Kö: where are your clothes??

Kö: where's everything???

Kö: where's my son.

Kö: Hör auf, mich zu verarschen [stop fucking with me]

Leon looks outside the window, debating whether to tell you about the spam of texts you're receiving, but he ultimately chooses to stay silent. I mean, you don't need to know.

On the other hand, König is shaking with fear. He never met to be near that woman. I mean she didn't mean anything to him, he barely knew her name!

She was just his senior, and he had to do what he did for that promotion in the ranks...schätze, you would understand, ja?

The moment he enters your home, the eerie silence spooks him, considering he's used to being tackled almost instantly by his wife and little one. Instead, he's faced with the empty walls and cupboards. You were even petty enough to take the TV remote with you, so he was restricted from watching from the newly bought TV.

He calls out your name numerous times, then your son's, running up and down the 3 story house. You two were nowhere in sight, and the lack of clothes from the wardrobes confirmed that his two favourite people had left him

He checks his phone to see a message from you.

Schnucki: hallo papa, wo bist du? Schnucki: it's leon papa :-D

It's his son!

Kö: mein kleiner prinz, wo ist deine mutter? [my little prince, where is your mother?]

"What's happening Leon?" You ask your son, your eyes only darting quickly to your son by the passenger seat, who's squinting and tapping away at your phone now.

"...Just watching Cocomelon, mama."

"Boy, your father told you, you're too old for that show..." You mumble once again, and your son mentally notes that he's going to inform his father about all this mumbling that seems to get on both on their nerves now.

Schnucki: we're going on a trip, where are you papa?

König scoffs, "A trip?", he's going to have to discipline this attitude out of you when he finally gets his hands on you. You should know, König plans all these 'trips', your little self isn't as efficient as he is.

Kö: i'm on my way. remind me where we are going again? Schnucki: an Ihre Schwiegereltern [to your in-laws]

König's rushing to his Jeep when he hears this. This reminds him of the previous time you had run off to your parents with his son. 2 years ago, when Leon had just turned 5, König had suggested that you quit your full-time job so you be a stay at home wife for him and his son. You could home school Leon, but also look after the home with all this new time on your hands.

Of course, you laughed in his face. A Bachelor's degree, a Master's and constant slaving away within a male-dominated industry, just to become a housewife? After a fight ensues, you run for your parents with your infant glued to your hip.

And it's happening all over again.

König starts the car, the journey to his in-laws was about 2 hours by car, a little over 1 if you're speeding. He makes sure to shoot a text to his son whilst driving.

Kö: coming. what can you see around you prinz?

Leon looks out of the window, recognising the area to be one where him and his parents would often frequent to. He sees the Wendy's where he spent his 6th birthday at, with his father munching away at his and Leon's burger in front of him. He cried hard that day.

Schnucki: i see wendys :-D and there's a park, and a field, and a roundabout and a traffic jam Kö: coming

König knows where you are, just half an hour away from your home, you're not too far, and he knows if he speeds quick enough, he can catch up to you soon enough.

But he knows that's not good enough. He needs to teach you a lesson this time for running away for what felt like the 10th time, though it was just the 2nd.

"Mama, why are you mad at papa?"

Leon breaks the silence after 25 minutes. He can't sit here any longer knowing you're this upset at his father.

You stay silent. To be frank, you don't know what the exact reason was.

It was König's behaviour first, the way you'd tell him to clean up after himself and him not listening to you. Sometimes it was him forgetting date night just to watch Austrian movies with his son at home, even if you have them once in 3 months.

The breaking point was for sure when he mentioned a possible promotion at his job at Kortac, him running home and pressing wet kisses all over your's and Leon's face.

He warned you that one of the higher-ups was quite touchy with him, though he'd reminded her he was married with a son multiple times, though pulling his ring finger multiples times. He truly was so proud of you for fulfilling his wish for a family.

Somewhere down the line, it got mistranslated, and at the ranking ceremony, he gets promoted by his superior, with her (unprofessionally, might I add) pressing a kiss against his cheek when he had bent down to receive a new badge.

Though he was shocked, he had to suppress his disgust behind his eyes through his mask, and fake a smile for the camera, which unfortunately captured his arm sitting uncomfortably around her waist.

"Your father's getting bored of me." You say nonchalantly, to your son.

Leon scrunches his face. He's used to coming downstairs in the morning to seeing his parents smooching away, or walking in front of his parents, only to look behind to see their fingers intertwined, with a warm red colour flushed against both their cheeks.

There's no way his father was getting bored, in fact the other way round was more plausible.

"Nein." He defends his father. [no.]

"Nein?" You peer at him, still weary of the cars surrounding you.

"Papa ist verliebt in dich, why can't you see that?" [papa is in love with you]

Leon senses slight hesitation in your answer, and he glimpses at your downturn eyebrows.

"If he's so in love with me, why does he not listen to me..." You state plainly.

The phone vibrates in his hand, silent enough for you not to hear, and his attention turns to the unread messages from his father.

Kö: Prinz, do see a petrol bunk?

Leon looks out the window.

Schnucki: Ja

König thinks to himself, trying to pinpoint your exact location, now that his car is closer to yours.

Kö: tu mir einen gefallen [do me a favour] is the fuel light on?

Leon looks at the beeping petrol light.

Schnucki: Ja Kö: Gut. [good] Tell your mother to fill the tank, I'll meet you at the gas station. Don't tell your mother. Schnucki: was ist, wenn du nicht rechtzeitig kommst? [what if you don't come in time?] Kö: then stall her.

"You need to fill in the tank, mama."

You look at the fuel light beeping, humming in agreement. You wonder how your son even knows what the tank light is, let alone how he realised it was on in the first place.

After driving into the petrol station, and parking by a pump, you fill your car up. As you're about to make a quick trip to the shops to pay for the petrol, your son pops his head out of the open window.

"Can I come? I want a Schokoladentafel [chocolate bar]."

It's about 10:30 P.M. when you make your way to the empty till, ringing the bell on the counter to alert a worker. The gas station was dimly lit, with no one inside, no even by the pumps. You question whether the gas station was even open.

"Where are these people..." You grumble to no one in particular. You begin to look at the close to empty trays of chocolate bars and small packets of crisps

"Keine Ahnung [no clue]." Leon replies, holding your hand in one, his other hand still gripping at the open messages on your phone.

Schnucki: We're here papa, und du? [and you?] Kö: Ich sehe dich [I see you].

Leon giggles to himself, he's finally going to see his father!

"Where's the damn cashier..." You groan, spamming the counter bell now.

"Looking for me?" You hear a voice behind you.

Leon let's go of your hand.

"Jesus, dude finally. Can me and my son pay already, we're alread-mHmMmHPh-"

Before you realise what's happening, a wet cloth is pressed against your mouth and nose, a large hand supporting the back of your head as you falter on your feet.

"Leon..." You eyes close completely and you faint against a chest musky chest. König smiles, finally having his beloved in his arms, gripping your backside and hoisting you up to his left shoulder, where you rest, motionless.

Leon on the other hand, as if witnessing his mother being drugged in front of him was the most normal thing in the world for a 7 year old to see, was jumping against his father side.

"Papa! Pick me up too!"

König chuckles, lifting his son and carrying him on his right flexed bicep, before snatching a few sweets and walking out of the deserted gas station. He hands one to his son, rubbing his mask against his little one.

"alles für meinen Sohn." [anything for my son]

By the time you wake up, the room was dark and it's difficult for you to differentiate whether it was the same day or the next morning. You turn to find your son, only to find that you can't move a muscle.

Ropes are tied around your waist, arms and legs, so any sort of movement was completely restricted, and you're kneeling on the cold smooth floor, bruising your skin. The ropes aren't tied expertly, so you know it's not the work of your husband, whom you're aware was a professional at the art of knots, given his career.

"Meine Blume..." [my flower]

You squint at the sudden voice. Your ears are mildly ringing so the voice is slightly distorted.

"Papa! She's awake..." A second voice, resembling your son's.

A light is shone in your face, and you put your head down, avoiding the light.

"Leon? K...König?" You're not in the same clothes, having been changed into a black sweatshirt and joggers.

"Schnucki...." [sweetie pie] It's König, you recognise the nickname through your phone contacts, "Why do you keep trying to separate this family?"

You're shocked by his words, separate?

"Why must you take my son away from me?" He demands now, his voice getting louder.

You look up to the figure, slowly adjusting to the light, it's König, with Leon still sitting on his biceps.

"Are the ropes too tight, mama?" Your son interupts.

You look down at the tight ropes, ripping at your skin under your clothes.

"Yes...König, what is this? Let me go...Let go of my son..." You can barely speak, the effects of the drugs stlll present in your system

Leon smiles at you, his dimples poking through, "Gut, I tied them on you!"

You blink at your son. They're working together?

"König- König, what are you making my son do-" you cough, and Leon leaps down from König's arms and hugs your head.

"Mama, aren't you proud of me? We can finally be a family together! You don't have to be mad at Papa, I forgave him alre-"

"That's not how it works!" You scream, interrupting Leon.

"Don't you dare shout at him."

You jolt, as König seethes at you, leaning towards you. "If you're going to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Don't drag Prinz into this."

You laugh nervously, "Me? I'm dragging him into this? Are you listening to yourself Kö? You made Leon tie me up- THAT'S NOT NORMA-"

Leon stops you, "Prinz."

"Leon...Prinz..." You try reasoning with him, he seems like the only sane person in the room, which is worrying given that he's only 7.

"Prinz. König und Prinz." König firms, crossing his arms and standing, dominating you physically.

"König, why -cough- are you doing this?"

He laughs, "Schatz, why must you run from me?"

"You and that lady-"

"Nothing happened between them." Prinz interrupts. You cough, looking at Leon Prinz.

"You told my son?"

"He's my son, not a stranger."

"And me? You think it's normal to kidnap your wi-"

"Like you tried to kidnap my son?"

A pause lingers in the air.

"That's not kidnapping.." You reply defensively, "We were visiting my parents..."

"Don't lie, mama..." Prinz shakes his head, disappointingly. "Papa plans all the trips, you know this."

This kid... You think to yourself.

"I'm sorry...okay. It won't happen again..."

Your husband and his sidekick stare down at you, waiting for you to stop beating around the bush.

"You can...can let me go now..."

"No." You can't tell who said that, your son or your husband.

"You'll sit here and think about what you did-"

"-trying to separate this family-"

"-how dare you-"

"-who do you think you are-"

The light turns off now, and your eyes fail to adjust to the rapid light changes, clenching them tightly to rid yourself of the blaring pain in your head. You can't tell who's speaking and the sudden thought of failing as a mother flashes through your head.

"Kön...my head...my son-"

You hit the floor, head first, laying in front of König and Prinz.

There's a silence between the father-son duo.

"Next time, I'll tie the knots better, papa."

König ruffles his head, "Gut gemacht." [good job.]

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[Part 2] Unimpressive yet Impressed.

König and gn!Reader

Part 2 to Impressive yet unimpressed! In which König attempts to reconcile with you after his attack. TOOK 4EVER but part 2 is here teehee fuck midterms Word count: 4.3k; translations in purple, shout out google translate.

König sat on the cold plastic chair beside your hospital bed in the infirmary, for what felt like months. 2 to be exact.

The room was empty at 2 A.M on a grey Sunday. Of course it was, it was 6 hours past visiting hours ended, but König couldn't help but enter through the infirmary's window, tiptoe past all the injured, asleep soldiers, and rest on the chair, watching your chest painfully heave up and down, with ragged breathes.

His first sane thought was to break into the respected infirmary, where he remembers laying after broken bones, with you besides him. It makes sense for him to return the favour.

I mean...he's the reason you're in a coma in the first place...

After attempting to check up on you, he'd overheard the doctors' order: You see a poorly dressed mammoth of a man, you tell security immediately. The poor girl's distressed enough, mentioned the Colonel's name and her heart rates quicken to an alarming rate.

That broke his heart. He loved having such an affect on you, yes! But in a 'cutesy-butterflies-in-my-stomach' way, not a 'panic-attack-about-to-die-omfg-scary-man-alert' way!

So he sits here, patiently waiting for the sun to rise, so he can exit the infirmary as quietly as possible, and sneak into, yet again, another room. Yours. Where he lays in your bed. Using your expensive floral soaps. Ate your food. Anything to feel like you were with him again.

He swears he sees your fingers shift, closed eyes twitching ever so gently, but according to your files (which he stole), stated that you 'were in a worse state that before, slowly recovering although there's limited hope,' and ah 'one of the worst non-mission on-base injuries seen'.

His actions caused great harm, I mean look at you. But one would say his plan worked.

News spread like wildfire, with almost everyone talking about the combat room incident. Soldiers murmured everywhere he walked.

König means King you know, bro lives up to the name.

He's a fucking beast, beating her up like that, mans got no emotion i swear.

Heard he's getting promoted for that stunt he pulled...

And indeed he was getting more recognised. His once slow forgotten image was roaring in popularity, with his higher-ups signing him up for more missions than one should be given.

"It's a great opportunity Colonel. I mean you've improved this month! Like you're on steroids or sum'" König finds himself being cornered in the hallway of the barracks by his superior, cheeks wet and reddening under this mask, after sneaking out of your room one morning.

His superior's eyes glisten cunningly, "And uh...those moves, yeah. Impressive." His head nods, gesturing towards your room.

König squints his eyes, glaring so hard in pure shame, he swear he feels his eyeballs vibrate. But instead he walks off, vowing to abstain himself from anymore violence. He's learnt his lesson.

'Unimpressive...' he mumbles, physically shivering as his mind is forced to recall that fateful day again.

Minutes feel like days and days feel like months, and all those hospital visits from your teammates gradually decrease, some unable to see you resting corpse-like with jagged scars painting your skin, some purposely avoiding the whole situation, with paperwork as their main excuse.

But König finds solace staring at your almost dead but resting state. Yes, he cringes at the slightly bent nose, the busted lip, and the countless stitches on your scalp, but overall he notes you seem peaceful on the bed.

Not like that fearful expression you pulled before he...you remember.

Though he'd rejected the numerous proposals to lead missions, he finds himself persuaded into changing into his musky, unwashed uniform, adjusting his mask whilst attempting to silence his growing headache. One more König, one more mission. Think about who you're doing this for. Think about your future. Think about that cottage. Think about that Austrian countryside.

So he gears up, attempting to push you away from his thoughts, though he can't. He curses himself for using your floral scented soaps, his senses being heightened and hyper-focusing on it the entire ride in that aircraft. It smells like you. Not like that dreaded dull stench of the hospital.

His train of thoughts halt as his superior yells strings of commands towards his team, and his priority shifts to stays alive for you.

After exiting the aircraft he takes a good look of his surrounding, as his team gather round in group, and his face drops. It looks like just Alpbach, the countryside he wanted to settle down in with you.

His eyes catch the small row of houses and buildings kilometres away.

That was meant to be the cottage you two grow old in...

"König! Where's your mind at?"

His eyes clench.

No time for mistakes.

2000 kilometres away, lay you. Eyes indeed twitching rapidly. You were most definitely not conscious yesterday, but the memory of a German bedtime story being read to you early morning comes to you frequently, must be deja vu.

Today though, you open your eyes, lazily making eye-contact with the medical intern who'd been studying you for research purposes.

"Hey, hope you don't mind m- OH MY GOD. UM- OH. MY GOD. ¿QUÉ DEMONIOS ESTÁ PASANDO? EH, ¿POR QUÉ ESTÁ DESPIERTA? VUELVE A DORMIR." What the fuck is happening. Um, why is she awake, go back to sleep!

And a week passes by, and your movements are restricted to sitting up and switching the TV channel. But you're better. Your closest 2 teammates visit you daily now, adorning you with gifts, like your luxurious chocolates.

But no one dares mention his name. Not even you. You don't care about the lack of flowers or medals by your bed like your last hospital visit.

"But you should have seen her face-" One of your teammates chokes on his laugh, caught up on a story you'd missed, "bitch tried to tackle me-" he stifles a laugh, "ever seen a mouse try to fight a lion-"

"How are you still on that, it was 2 weeks ago!"

You turn to your other friend, stationed at the other side of your bed.

"Wow, sounds like I'm stronger than you, and I'm in hospital." You tease her, cheeks aching from smiling too hard, a painful feeling you've missed.

"Dude, I tried to tackle him, König styl- I mean. I- um. Sorry-"

Oh.

Your face flashes a pained look, before your eyebrows furrow in anger, fixating on your clenched fingers.

"She, um, she didn't mean that. It's just-" your friend tries to defend her.

"So what's that fucker up to, huh?" You ask, though it comes out more like a command than a question.

"Um...he's on a mission, like in Austria or something, I don't know.-"

You scoff, "Good, hope that asshole dies there."

Another month and another successful mission from König's team go by, and your higher ups have talked you into being stuck at an office desk, buried in paperwork. It's long and monotonous, and although you want to be focus on improving your overall physical ability, your grateful you don't see as many soldiers on the base as usual, given the amount of pitied looks you've gotten after being discharged.

But hey! The good news in that you're not doing it all on your own. You occupy a small office with a lower ranked soldier, and though you both work under different positions, you both share a similarity. Both victims of König. The soldier you'd seen on the floor, who'd looked like he'd left bleeding to death, also recovered moderately well, and he sits across your desk, cheeks always looking flushed. As if he's still sick.

"You have another pen? Um, this one's ran out."

He's got a gentle voice, like König, but his don't make you pause in fear. He's definitely not as bulky as König rather, he's on the other end of the spectrum. Shorter, leaner, less muscular. But his differences to König make you appreciate him more.

"Huh- yeah, here." You toss a pen towards him and he clumsily misses it, apologising before crouching to pick it up, and you don't fail to catch his bruised knuckles and wrists.

"Thanks..." he mumbles shyly, pulling his sleeves down after realising what your gaze on.

You both haven't discussed it, but have mentally agreed not to talk about that night in the combat room.

"Team's coming back from an assignment today. Or so I heard." He strikes up a conversation, blushing and still avoiding eye contact.

You smile at him, humming as your fingers type away at the keyboard, "Hmm, when do they get back?"

"Couple of hours from now...it's been a month I think."

You nod in response, "They wish they were doing paperwork right now."

He snorts, before coughing it away from embarrassment, but you smirk at his reaction.

"Adorable." You mumble.

"What?" His eyebrows raise.

"Huh?" You mock teasingly.

The evening of paperwork and back and forth banter goes by, and you find yourself with him - who you've now nicknamed 'Paperwork' - at the canteen, sitting and eating alone, isolating yourselves from the obvious glances and murmurs from the other soldiers, yet neither of you want to mention the obvious unspoken tension.

"All my soap's gone, Paperwork!" You look at the obvious peaking black eye that he failed to cover fully with the wrong shade of foundation.

He looks at you curiously, amused at the new found nickname.

"Like, it's gone, and my bed's all messy." There's a cut on his plump lips.

He nods awkwardly.

"Food's nice." You state, receiving a hum from him, but you focus on his swollen wrists, gently reaching to touch them.

He flinches, dropping the steel cutlery on the floor, earning more stares than before, if that was possible, squeaking an apology and continuing to eat like nothing happened.

He's cute. You smile. He's nothing like him.

You continue munching on your food, unaware of the stares you receive. Of the stare you receive.

The 6'10 colonel stands metres away from you at the entrance of the canteen, your back turned to him, as his fists clench and squeeze at the first bouquet of hand-picked Austrian flowers out of envy, as he studies your new found friendship. Considering it's the evening, he's happy he's standing in the dimly lit corridor by the mess hall doors, so he's aware that you cannot see him.

But König can see you.

Most importantly, König can see you, with him.

Was zum Teufel macht er mit ihr? He curses. What the fuck is he doing with her?

"The food's shit mate-" He's interrupted by lower ranked soldiers, and he skillfully moves out of the way to hide behind the door, as they enter the mess hall, and he swears you turn back to look at him.

He wants to walk up to you. He wants to look at you straight in the face and apologise, but he deep down knows that no matter what he says to you, what he gifts you, what he promises you- you will never forgive you for his abuse. For the way he neglected you and your feelings, for putting his greed before you.

And he knows deep down, you'd be happier with...with him. That puny guy. Aren't soldiers meant to be strong and muscular? This guys looks the same weight as König's left calf, no wonder he beat him up to a pulp.

He scoffs, ignoring the sinking feeling in his heart, hearing your laugh at whatever this guy says to you. Deep down he knows he lost you. Deep down he knows he's no longer yours.

"Hey, I'm gonna get my phone, I think I left it in my room, see you in a bit?" You ask the soldier, and after he nods, you find yourself walking towards the entrance of the mess hall.

König watches as you walk towards the door and he swears his mind pauses.

You're walking towards him? Right now? What is he meant to say to you? Are the flowers okay? Would you like them? Would you even talk to him?

He finds his anxiety catching up to him all of a sudden, head feeling light and palms beginning to sweat. Though he feels a rise of panic, he doesn't find the strength to move, not even a muscle. He wishes you were by his side, stroking his biceps.

But you're not by his side. Yet, that is.

You open the semi-transparent door, yawning inaudibly, closing your eyes in the process.

And you walk straight into a brick wall-

"Holy shit, you scared me..." You look up at him, halting immediately after you realise who you bumped into.

König looks down at you, and like his brain, his heart stops and skips a beat.

"Liebling- what- who- why are you talking to him? Are you over me that quickly?" darling-

You glare up and him angrily. Over 2 months without König and no apology? And instead he dares question your relationships with other soldiers.

"Listen mein baby, I'm tired, can we just go back to our room-" my baby

"Our room?" The first words you've uttered to König before the incident.

"Our. Room?"

König looks away in embarrassment. "Liebling, can we talk in our-your room, I don't feel comfortable being here-"

"You don't feel comfortable? You don't feel comfortable? Oh what, now I'm supposed to care about YOUR feelings like you care about MINE? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" You point your finger at his chest as you feel your emotions pouring out.

"I-"

"You don't get the fucking right to tell me what I fucking do, you insolent freak. Yeah no wonder you were abused as kid, maybe domestic violence runs in your fucking blood." König widens his eyes at that last dig, knowing you said it only to hurt him, which it did.

He watches you walk away angrily, stomping down the dark corridor, slowing fading out of his vision and into the dark.

He knows he lost you.

He knows, but he'll try again.

The next 2 weeks you receive letter upon letter, all written in various languages, some in English, some in German, some in your mother-tongue, which were definitely google translated.

And every single one, you burnt. You wake up with them under the door of your room, and every single time you take your lighter and burn the bottom right corner without even bothering to read the entire letter. König could write a fucking novel for you, but nothing would fix the evident hatred you felt for the Colonel.

"And he just sends so many damn letter, like enough Shakespeare." You groan to your paperwork partner.

Over the weeks you've definitely bonded with him more, eating together more often, roaming the grounds more often, hell, one night he even slept on the couch in your room! You're grateful to have him by your side, if he weren't there, you would be spiraling down a hole of indefinite depression. Though, you question whether you could say the same to him, and you swear he ever so silently shifts away from you.

"You shouldn't get back with him." He warns you.

You smirk, "Paperwork, you jealous?" and he coughs aggressively in response.

Your smile thins, "But for real, I would never. What he did to me, what he did to you- it's unforgivable. I promise."

He nods wincing at the thought of seeing you with König, a smile ever so gently etching on his flushed face.

"You wanna go take a walk around?"

So you both tour around the base, past the barracks, past the canteen, past that damn combat room, through the gardens, until you find yourselves sitting on the benches by the empty concrete grounds, a comfortable silence filling the air.

The sunny yet cold weather breezes past you, your pony-tailed hair gently swaying towards the direction of the wind as you stare at both your shadows in front of you.

"Weather's nic- are you fucking for real?!" You grip the bench, gritting your teeth as you see a taller third shadow rising beside the original two shadows. Paperwork, looking behind him, jumps out of the bench after realising it was his superior.

"Colonel, sir", he salutes towards König, "sir- I-."

You interrupt him instantly, "Paperwork, I love you, but shut the fuck up."

"2 weeks and we're confessing our feelings already huh?" König stares down at the two of you.

"The only person that should be confessing their feelings should be you, Colonel. To a fucking therapist." You scoff.

"Schatz, listen-"

"Nothing you say will change my mind König. I don't want to see you anymore. Can't you get that through your thick skull or is that shitty cloth on your big head getting in the way?"

König feels his eyes shut involuntarily, being bombarded with all these insults, "Can I not apologise? Did you not read my letters?"

You laugh sarcastically, "König, you're a better clown than a Colonel, cos you're a fucking joke. Now leave me the hell alone." You brisk-walk away, yanking Paperwork behind you, who shoots an apologetic look towards König.

"Scheisse...." König mumbles. Shit....

König's relentless attempts of begging for your forgiveness were all fruitless. He attempting breaking into your room to leave flowers on your bed, but he didn't realise that he'd see you and Paperwork hanging out in the living room.

"Didn't realise there was a fucking rat infestation in this fucking building." You groaned, before slamming the window shut on König's fingers, as he jumped at the pain before falling 2 stories down onto the hard ground.

And there was a time he even had the audacity to sit next to Paperwork, across from you on the dinner table in the canteen.

"Hallo-" But he was rudely ignored by you throwing your scorching hot coffee straight onto his uncovered forearms.

"NEIN, MEINE ARME, ICH WERDE STERBEN, MAMA, HILFE!" NOOOO MY ARMS I'M GONNA DIE MAMA HELP

His useless attempts to woo you remained ... well, useless. You'd never spare a second for him, unless you inflicted pain onto him, like when you knocked down the weights at the gym on top of his feet, or when you 'accidentally' kicked his crotch as he snuck up from behind you. Although you found it funny, going back to your dorm to tell Paperwork about the new event, you just couldn't scratch the burning feeling in your chest. Like you only hit him, burnt him, kicked him out of spite, out of anger, out of revenge from that pain he caused onto you. You may be angry at him for his actions, but you knew hurting him just wasn't what you wanted. You wanted to be the bigger person, and cut him out of your life once and for all.

If only he got the hint.

When you found yourself forcing yourself to knock on his door, cringing at the awkward silence, you had learned from Paperwork that König had be assigned for another mission, which was listed for 2 months.

Ahhhh, 2 months without König. What a dream.

But oh how quickly those months have gone by. One month in, and you and Paperwork were back on the field. The doctor gave you both the signal that physical activity was okay, if done carefully, so now your evenings before dinner, you two would be found dead lifting at the gym.

And damn, did Paperwork look good in a black compression shirt.

"3, come on, 2 let's go Paperboy, 1 more 1 more come on, okaayyy and you're done, well done!" You patted him on his back.

"You're getting better, boy!" You toss him your water bottle, which he takes graciously.

Out of breath but smiling, he nods contently, sitting down on the mat, gesturing you to sit beside him.

"I need to tell you something." He starts, and you look at him narrowing your eyes.

"Don't tell me you have a wife and 3 kids and home..." You snort at him, quickly silencing yourself after he doesn't return a laugh.

"Listen, I was thinking..." He looks away from you.

"This isn't for me anymore-"

You furrow your eyebrows, "This friendship, did I make you uncomfortable, did König tell you I like you?" You ramble on.

"You like me?" He tilts his head, ignoring everything else you've said.

"Huh?"

"hUh? No! No. No, I've been thinking about my career in the army, and I've done it for like 2 years now, which you know, isn't a lot, but the paperwork we did together...it changed me."

You're the confused one now.

"Maybe I'm destined for an office job, maybe this, this just isn't me..." He trails off, finally meeting your eyes, looking for an answer.

You nod, and this time you look away, "No, that makes sense."

There's a pause in the conversation, and for a while, the both of you just stare at the other gym-goers in the vicinity.

You sigh, "I've been doing some of my own thinking you know..."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I talked to the boss and I asked for a tr-"

Suddenly the door, bursts open, and your friends run towards you, huffing, "König-" huff, "He's-" huff, "oh my days, I am so out of breath, I've come to the right place, the gym!"

"Get to the damn point, woman! König in the hospital, he's been shot-"

That was enough to get you up and running.

A 4 hour surgery later, and you and Paperwork sat outside of the hospital door, the same one where you were admitted to, and the same one König lay behind. Paperwork swears he felt his eyes strain, watching you walk up and down the corridor, and he questions whether there was still some unspoken, remaining feelings you had for his superior.

The doctors, leave the room, with a solemn look to their faces, greeted with you running up to you immediately.

"So? Is he finally dead?"

"Ma'am, what- no. He's good, he's recovering rapidly. He's also asking for you." A doctor states, pointing towards, leading both you and Paperwork towards the room.

The hospital rooms still sends shivers down your back, memories of the previous few months rushing back to you all of a sudden, but you're calmed down by the soft rub on the small of your back by Paperwork, who's already looking at you with a soft smile.

You walk towards the bed, with Paperwork standing behind you.

"König. And you're still here."

You look down at you and you wince.

There König lie, bloodied and bruised worse than ever. If your state when you were admitted was described as the worse, you wondered what the doctors were to say when they saw him.

"Schnucki...bist du das?" Sweetie-pie...is that you?

"König honey, what happened?" You gently rub the tears of his swollen face.

"Feind…habe es nicht gesehen…es tut mir alles leid..." Enemy…didn't see…i'm sorry for everything

You hum stroking his bare face, and you look back to Paperwork, knowing it's probably his first time seeing the Colonel maskless.

"Papierkram, es tut mir alles leid...Ich bin ein beschissener Mann mit noch beschisseneren Taten, aber du kannst es in dir finden, mir zu vergeben...." Paperwork, i'm sorry for everything. I'm a shitty man with shittier actions, but you can find it in yourself to forgive me.

Paperwork smiles, nodding as he understood what the fuck the Colonel just said to him in the foreign language, "Sì, non preoccuparti, amico." yeah dont you worry mate (italian)

"Glaubt dieser Idiot, dass ich Italiener bin?" Does this idiot think I'm italian, König warily asks looking at you.

Stroking your cheek, you giggle.

"König, listen. What you did, was...unforgivable."

König sits up slowly with your help, listening intently.

"But as much as I want to strangle you and throw you as you did to me...it's not going to solve any issues."

König tears up.

"I'll never forgive the memories we made together König. I really did love you. But-"

"But?" he squeaks.

"But we're done. I want to be someone's priority always. And König, let's be real, you need to talk to someone about all these pent up emotions."

König nods, tears now streaming down his face.

You wipe his tears, "Hey, hey, don't cry okay, listen. I know it's hard, but it's for the best. We both need to heal and grow separately. Maybe someday we can be friends again, but we need space."

König nods again, sniffling as he tries to compose himself. "I understand. I'll seek help, I promise."

You smile softly, feeling a mix of relief and sadness. "That's all I ask. Take care of yourself, König."

He nods once more, and you lean in to give him a gentle hug before standing up. As you start to stand up, you hear him whisper, "Danke für alles." Thank you, for everything.

Paperwork walks towards you, his arm wrapped your waist.

"Pass auf sie auf, ja?" Look after her, will you?

Paperwork nods, "Sì, signore, lo farò." Yes sir i will. (italian)

"Boy if you don't- listen. I wanted to tell you both something.

The two men look at you intensely.

"What I wanted to say at the gym...and to you König...I've been thinking, for a few months now."

The two men look at each other.

"I've talked to the superiors about this, but I requested a transfer. To England. And...it was approved this morning." You mutter.

König and Paperwork widen their eyes.

"Liebling, that's amazing! I mean I'm sad to see you go as a friend and a team mate, offensichtlich, but I'm happy. Truly impressed soldier." Darling, offensichtlich - obviously.

Paperwork smiles by your side, squeezing your arm gently, "England here I come," and you chuckle to the thought with him by your side.

"Where are you being transferred to you?" König asks.

"Oh, um, Task Force One-Four-One."

Why choose between Paperwork and König when you can have both, YALL GET ME?! Also this should've have taken me so long, my God, but i'm glad it's done fr, sorry for the wait :D also not proofread, so if you see any mistakes, treat it like a middle child and ignore it <3 I have a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

Impressive yet Unimpressed.

König and gn!Reader

In which König overhears gossip about him, and the change in his actions affect you, physically and mentally. yALLLLL i'm back >_< here's some unedited shit for the könig girlies (me) - also why do i get this writing motivation late at night :/

Part 2 ;> Word Count: 2.3k

Everyone knew König was infatuated by his partner. By you.

His closest closest friends, included Horangi, were aware of your slightly secret relationship - considering you were all in the same team.

The way he his eyes found you during training, the way he gently held you in his arms when it came to practicing shooting, the way-

You get the point.

Sometimes when your team went out for missions, König found himself committing slight mistakes, such as being distracted by you leading to a close call of a bomb detonation.

"König are you fucking insane? Where's your mind at, man? You're fucking up the team!" One scolded at him in the aircraft post-mission, flying your team to safety.

But König attention remained at you, his eyes focusing on how you managed to still look good regardless of the numerous scars and fresh bruises littering your face. His hand held a (squished) flower that he found, hoping to decorate your hair once landed.

And his feelings were most definitely reciprocated. Your eyes would roam his large frame, muscles tensing as he gripped a fellow teammate in a headlock (me when König? me when.), and you often found yourself unconsciously leaning back into his chest as he held you protectively during practice.

Walking around the base, recruits recognised you, your hair always sporting a different single flower sitting by your right ear.

But not only as his partner, but you also appreciated him as a friend, training you when you first joined, helping you revise for tests, filing paperwork with you.

And although you both found comfort and love from each other during the long weeks of being at base, König often found wanting more from you. He wanted everyone to know he's yours and that you're his. He wanted to take the relationship to the next step, he wanted marriage, he wanted kids, he dreamed of retiring from the military and moving to cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside with you, content that you would both be no longer affiliated with a workplace that screamed violence and limited possibility of survival.

And although the military was all he knew, given he enlisted into the military freshly 17, he knew it wasn't his future, no.

His future was with you.

König found himself walking towards his senior's office, smiling under his mask as his mind frequently hovered over you. Teams for the next missions had been released during the previous meeting, and König wanted to switch to be in the same group as you - so he'd be at peace that your safety in within his arms.

But as his hand gripped at the door handle, his focus switched to the muffled voices from within the office, his ears perking up at his name being thrown into the conversation.

"...he's got soft, sir!"

"We could've died in the last mission, sir, I mean he's an insertion specialist, but the only thing I see him inserting himself into, is his girl, sir!"

König froze. Soft? He's gone soft? He's been described as a fucking battering ram, the fuck do you mean he's gone soft?!

"Like the last training session, this guy spars everyone, and lord does he beat everyone, but the moment he's paired with them, he's fucking rolling on the mat or he surrenders?! How is this fai..."

"...he lives and breathes them sir, it's putting the other soldiers at risk. Does he have to come with us for this mission?"

König zones out. His entire life is the military. In his bare room in the barracks. Not a little cute little cottage in the Austrian countryside?! His home is at the Kortac base, his mind is with his team, and he definitely doesn't live and breathe you.

The muffled voices pause, as if coming to an agreement, and König hears footsteps, quickly hiding behind the door, which opens to reveal the voices.

His teammates.

The teammates he's grown up with.

They thought he was going soft...becoming weak...

König furrowed his eyebrows in humiliation.

A mission without him? That's like asking for death. He'll show you death.

König naturally found himself coming to you, having overheard this mood upsetting gossip about him.

But little ol' you didn't know any better, when he dashed into the common room only to grab a cold beer from the fridge, without a regular smooch to your head, not even a look in your direction, it didn't register how much deeper the crack in your relationship had become...

The day of the mission had come, and although König had told you that went to talk to the higher ups, you couldn't help but be a bit upset considering they hadn't switched you to his group, finding yourself still in your own.

But you didn't mind. You just wanted this mission to be over, so you could find yourself resting in his arms rather than on this random soldier's shoulder.

The aircrafts that held your group and his, raced over the landscape, planting itself by the safe house in the darkness of the Saudi Arabian night.

As the multiple groups landed, soldiers scattering the group as they exit the aircraft, you find yourself making eye contact for the 6'10 colonel.

You send a slight smile his direction, only to be met with a hidden frown behind his mask. You're confused. Usually, his eyes would crinkle with his smile, but your thoughts are interrupted - you're on a mission.

You're huffing, your vision blurry and you find yourself back onto the aircraft? But this isn't your team, as your look around your surrounding, realising you're lying in the middle of the aisle bordered by soldiers. It's König's team.

To your right, you see König...and he's not even looking your way? And to the left is Horangi, his hand rising for a slight wave.

Why aren't you with your team? Where is your team? Where is the air craft going? Why is König not looking at you???

Your eyes shut in pain, and you wince at the slight pain by your abdomen; it's the last thing you feel as you find yourself losing consciousness, failing to see König falling to his knees to aid you as you pass out.

"...bullet grazed abdome..."

Huh?

"...ight concussi..."

Bright light shines in your face.

"...few days..."

This could be the medics, but the way the lights blind your vision, you question whether your well-being is at safe hands or not.

You open your mouth to speak. You can't.

The dryness of your throat restricts you from speaking, but thankfully, one of two medics catches the movement of your lips.

"Soldier, you're okay! Jus' a concussion and stitches on your stomach, cleaned up, not to fret. 6 to 7 days 'til you're free to go, give or take-"

You raise your hand to point towards the freshly scented bouquet of flowers.

"Oh, yeah. Someone brought them...didn't catch the name, solider. Now rest. You need it."

A week of your teammates visiting you goes by, a week of fresh sets of flowers sat by your bed everyday, and although you're happy to be back with them in training, you're dishearten that König didn't find his way to your hospital bed.

Everytime you asked, you received the same response.

"Not sure dude, haven't seen him in a while, stuck in the gym by the looks of it."

You raise your eyebrow. "So...he never visited me?" Voice quivering.

Your teammates shrug.

"Your guy's gone mad in training. Struck his elbow into my neck, and now I want to be on the bed beside you." One said.

"Missed me so badly, you guys have been sending me so many flowers, 'n this place has become a forest!" You laugh, followed by a painful cough, and your friends rush to your side.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, just wanna be back with the team. Just wanna be back with König..."

The medic ends the visitation, walking your friends out the room, leaving you to close your eyes once again as sleep evades you. Outside the room, a confused group discuss.

"We never got her flowers?"

"Forget the flowers - why is there a medal there?"

Whilst you were resting away in your bed, König was awarded for his bravery, putting himself forward to rescue his soldier, you. He felt selfish for enjoying this familiar attention, being praised by someone other than you.

He was impressive on the field..

He walked into the hospital room, when he knew you were resting, after begging and almost on the verge of bribing the medic to let him in after visitation hours.

He decorated your room with the freshest flowers, arrays of bouquets of roses and tulips, dahlias and peonies, as if it were a room full of boyfriends waiting for their girlfriends on valentines day.

There you rest, your chest heaving as you snore. König leaves a flower in your hair, by your right ear, before leaving your room.

It's been 10 days since you've been admitted into the medical room, and 0 days of being with König. Awake that is...

Your teammates are right, he's busy in the gym. Men's only gym...what a calculated move, you think.

Though you're still questioning your actions. What did you do for him to be ignoring you?

So here you are, walking into the combat room, numerous pairs sparring, including König. You aimed to talk to him, ask him why he didn't visit you during your admission to the medical room, and why a shiny gold medal rested, engraving his name, rested underneath your sweatshirt.

The medic warned you, "No physical combat yet - a few more days 'til the cut on your abdomen closes."

And you weren't here to spar, God no.

You were here for König - who's currently...on top of a recruit, fists beating against the poor opponents bloody face.

You push pass the crowd, surrounding this brutal fight - you call it a fight although, from a third party, it looks just like a murder.

"König! Stop! What the fuck are you doing?" You shout at him, trying to get his attention. But your voice is overpowered by the hollering and whistling of the surrounding crowd.

"König! Enough!" Still nothing.

"Köni-"

His eyes meet yours. But not a look of adoration, no. A murderous look. A look that could kill. His eyes, a gentle blue, now a bloodshot red. Like a madman. Like a man-hunting lion.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Another voice breaks out into a shout.

"Who's next" He looks to his left.

"- to fight -", He looks to his right.

"the big the almighty, the Austrian King, Kööööniiiiig!" He announces, elongating syllables, as if a commentator for an illegal underground boxing ring.

"Any contestaaants?" His voice annoys you, why isn't anyone helping the poor soldier? And why is König behaving this way? All macho?

Normally, a quick spar with König would consist of a few skilled moved thrown around, before continuing to the next opponent according to the rotation. Not like you would know, he usually just rolls on the mat or he surrenders, too afraid to hurt his precious lover.

You begin to scream, "Stop this figh-"

König eyes rest on yours, and this signals the commentator-wannabe to point directly at you.

"The neeeeext opponent-"

Oh no.

"isssss-"

Why is everyone looking at you?

"Youuuuu!"

Me?

In a matter of seconds, the crowd formed around König and the now unconscious soldier moves to border you and König.

König stands up, his 6' 10 self towering over you, even though he stands 7 metres from you.

He steps towards you slowly, and your eyes fall down to his boots.

His left foot moves, then his right foot.

Left.

Right.

And now he's right in front of you, red eyes cutting into you. He scoffs, looking down at you condescendingly.

"Wait-" Your mouth runs dry again.

He steps forwards once again.

"Wait, König, I can't, I was disch-"

But this doesn't stop him.

He grabs your sweatshirt at the chest, unknowingly clutching onto the tucked away medal, and with a swift move, he places his second hand onto your back, and throws you straight onto your back.

He throws you directly onto your back.

Your thankful that you didn't land onto your front, your stitches would have broken immediately, but at this point, you're not too sure, and you're clutching onto your stomach again, curling into fetal position onto the floor.

Something is definitely broken. You can tell, because when you open your eyes, you see people staring from above you, while you lay on the mat, laying in a blood of a deep red liquid.

Your ears are ringing once again, and you lay motionless on the floor, cursing internally for being so weak.

König smirks at you on the floor.

Weak? Him?

Soft?? HIM??

He chuckles as people begin to pat his back, fist bumping and side hugging the soldiers around him.

He turns to you once again.

"Shows over, liebing, get up now." He breathes heavily.

You don't move.

"Schatz...enough acting..."

Nothing.

He steps towards you, kneeling to reach your level, his eyes catching sight of the pool of blood.

"Meine Liebli-"

His fingers touch your skin and his blood runs cold, whilst yours run down the mat from your broken nose.

"Schatz?"

The crowd dissipates and the medic runs into the middle of the scene.

"I told her no physical exercise! König, why didn't you stop her!" He scolded at König.

"Now help me carry her to the medical room - again!"

König, who didn't dare to speak, looks up, eyes wide open.

"König!"

The medic looks down at him.

An unimpressed look rests on his face.

YALLLLLLLL the angst, call me mcdonalds cos i'm loving it :D Quick notes: The move König pulls at the end is written a little confusingly (MY APOLOGIES LMAO), but it's inspired by the wrestling move -> The Arm Throw. I hope this helps you visualise it better. I've decided to start a tag list! -> lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum

I find this oddly sweet.

hi, can I request a plus size reader who keeps running away from könig bc she thinks she's undesirable but the chase just makes könig get turned on ever more? and he finally dominate her, breeding her full and a lil dub con would be nice.

sorry if's too much and sorry the English, it's my 2nd language. btw big ass fan of your writing :(

plus size!reader who thinks she’s undesirable despite the affection her big boyfriend showers her in :(( nowt wrong with your english, pet. and i’m a big arse fan of you 🫵🏻 :3

mdni. slight dub-con, cat and mouse pursuit, obsessive/yandere themes, in public, no foreplay :(, praise, sappy and sloppy, dom x sub, shy!reader, down-bad könig, very big-dicked könig :((, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie !! not proofread </3

creds to the original creator of this image, whoever ya are ((:

you’re not sure how long you’ve been walking aimlessly, lost in thought. you just don’t feel good enough for him. he’s so beautiful — perfect in every aspect of whatever ‘perfect’ equates to. you’d bagged the austrian war machine somehow, at some point. he’d approached you in a club, noticing you alone and nursing the same drink since you’d arrived, stirring the liquor with an olive-speared cocktail stick. the rest is history.

but you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that he’s yours. you’re in love the fact that you’re his. but why is he so content with you? he should be with a woman of athletic stature, like him. right? you’ve asked him before, and every time he tells you, “you think too much, schatz. i love you the way you are. i do not care for shape or size.”

and könig would remind you that he’s no arnold schwarzenegger or apollo creed himself. he has thick, meaty thighs and bulky shoulders — almost too wide for his body. he has firm fat on his pectorals that jiggle when he walks, like yours. his stomach folds when he sits down and bends over, quite chubby in the lower region where his pubic bone extends. his biceps aren’t defined or ripped, but more beefy with a little squidge if you pinch them.

and he doesn’t give a flying fuck. in fact, he’ll care when fucks can fly. he doesn’t understand why you’re so conscious of your appearance. könig worships your body. he’ll touch you whenever the opportunity strikes, hands cupping, massaging, rubbing, stroking, resting as soon as the chance presents itself. but you just can’t accept that his admirations and reassurances are genuine. he’s too good for you. he should be with someone who is confident and self-assured. someone who’s willing to give themselves to him sexually.

it’s your own low opinion of yourself that’s holding back the intimate domains of your relationship; in the sense that you’ve not had sex yet. again, könig doesn’t care. he’ll wait for you. he’ll wait until fucks fly (preferably the fuck you give about your weight), but he understands it’s a deep and meaningful forte.

and great, now you don’t know where you are. you stop in your tracks, glancing around at your surroundings. you’re losing light as the setting sun kisses the horizon, the silhouette of distant trees skimming the pinkish clouds. you pull your phone from your pocket — he’s been blowing it up. fifty messages at least. you could backtrack, you guess. but then you’d have to face him. you’ve done this before, left your shared home. he finds you every time, but he’s never mad. only ever concerned and self-deprecating, rambling that he should be better.

so you keep walking, fingers kneading at your tummy as you do. your lower belly moves independently from your physique with the low incline of your stride — but only slightly. no one else would notice, not that they’d be looking. but you always notice, and it makes you feel like you matter a little less. you’re walking away from the one person who makes you feel like you belong. who lets you know that you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin. but he shouldn’t have to, because he should be with someone prettier. someone skinnier.

your phone rings then, a selfie of you and könig displaying as his caller id shows on the screen. you swallow, still wandering like a headless chicken towards the treeline up ahead. “hey.” you answer, twigs snapping beneath your feet once you reach the woods. “why are you doing this again, mein liebe?” his voice is soft and inquisitive. he’s so patient with you. “i’m sorry.” you sniffle, emotions finally getting to you. “i can’t give you what you want.”

“and what is it i want that you think you can’t give me?” he asks you, his signal slightly distorted. it sounds like he’s outside too, probably looking for you. you don’t answer his question, holding the phone to your ear as you walk in silence. leaves rustle beneath you, birds chirping above.

“you look beautiful today, haser. that dress is new, ja?”

you stop dead, heart plummeting into your churning gut. you spin on the spot as you look around, eyes darting like a compass in a blizzard. “könig?” your voice wavers, chest heaving as you scan every bush, every tree, every fallen trunk. “did you follow me again?” now it’s your turn for the silent treatment. “könig, where are you?”

“run.”

and you swear you can already hear his footsteps thundering towards you when you flee, the call still connected as you sprint through shrubbery and branches. an evil chuckle echoes from his line and you whimper, nostrils flaring and cheeks burning as you hurry, weaving the obstacles of nature in your path. “that’s right, little rabbit. don’t let me catch you.” his sinister voice tells you — distorted. “let’s make a deal.”

you glance over your shoulder, almost tripping over as your legs carry you haphazardly through the brush. “if you escape, i promise not to come for you.” his voice proposes, but you swear you can hear it somewhere behind you. ”but if i catch you, you’ll never leave me again. ja?”

you cry out, exhausted. doubling over, you brace yourself against the nearest tree, face glistening with a thin film of sweat. you hang up the phone, huffing out staggered breaths while you check the coast is clear. something snaps nearby, no doubt under the heel of a combat boot. you clasp a hand over your mouth and nose, steadying your breaths. the phone rings again and your heart drops when his face appears on your screen. a notification pops down, then.

pick up, herzchen.

you swipe it away and stub your thumb onto the red button, declining his call. leaning back, you allow your head to thud against the tree, windswept hair sticking to the rough bark like velcro. your heart rate skips when movement to your left alerts you of your uninvited company. he’s closer than you’d anticipated. your mobile vibrates yet again in your palm and your resolve crumbles. “leave me alone, please.” you plead with him, eyes flitting back and forth. he chuckles, darkly. a shiver rockets down your spine.

“you look ravishing, my dear; panting against that tree like that. i can see your skin sweating through your new dress. are you trying to turn me on?”

your lips part to retort, but you feel a hot breath fan over your neck and you shriek, dropping your phone as you duck away and swivel on the balls of your feet. he’s standing behind the tree, tall and menacing. his blue eyes pierce into your wide ones, wild and feral. you hadn’t heard him approach you. he’s frighteningly sneaky for his size.

“caught you, little mouse.”

you start to back away, shaking your head ‘no’ with your arms outstretched. but as quick as a hiccup he’s launching himself at you, pouncing on his prey as he tackles you to the forest floor. you squeal, the wind knocked out of you as he settles himself above you, parting your legs with his hand. “oh, schatz. you must stop running from me. i’ll always find you.”

you sniffle, hands weakly attempting to push him off. “why? why do you keep coming back for me?” his mask shifts as he frowns, head tilting like a curious mutt. “you are my liebling, nein? and also, finders keepers.” his hands caress the soft slope of your belly and the pudge of your sides, before sliding down to embrace the plump curves of your hips. “but why me?” you ask again, attempting to squirm away from his touches.

“i believe there is somebody out there for everyone.” he tells you, lifting your dress up so he can reveal your clothed pussy to him. stretch marks decorate your lower belly and upper thighs, faint cellulite dimples peppering the loose flesh. the sight gives him a drastic erection, the rigid outline of his straining cock imprinting the front of his cargos. “and you are my somebody.”

you wiggle and writhe when his hands vacate yours to arrive at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. “könig, anyone could see.” you whisper, raising your head to look around. he shushes you, gently pushing your head back down, before traipsing his finger down the divot of your cleavage, over the swell of your tummy, and between your legs. you suck in a shallow breath when he hooks the hem of your cotton panties, ripping them from you like it’s no biggie.

“no one comes out here. only silly girls who insist on running away, ja?” he confidently states, freeing his hard cock with a relieved sigh. your eyes bulge from their sockets, jaws literally dropping. he’s fucking huge, his cockhead sitting above his belly button when his length springs upright to slap his stomach. your pussy clenches at the thought of it being inside you, juices drooling down your arse crack of their one accord.

“let me show you, mausebärchen… how much i love this body of yours.” he crawls over you, his sniper hood draping over your chin and neck when his face levels with yours. you can only gawk up at him wordlessly, dumbfounded. your heart thaws at his determination to make you feel valued and attractive. you muster a small smile, eyes starting to water when he humps the swollen tip of his dick through your slick folds.

the stretch alone of your pussy lips spreading for him stings, and you can only imagine the pain of what’s to come when he finally enters you. “i will be gentle, haser.” he assures, as if reading your mind. “but i am big, so it will be… uncomfortable, no matter what.” you nod, eyes unable to part ways with his.

soon, he’s lubricated himself in your wetness enough to contemplate pushing in, cockhead resting heavily at your entrance. he tucks his face into your neck when he begins to roll his hips forward and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers curl into the dirt beneath you. könig bends your legs, granting himself an easier angle to work with as he manouvers himself into you, his belly sandwiching against yours. you whimper, tears spurting with the dull ache of your cunt widening dramatically to take him.

“you’re doing so well, meine liebling. just a little more.” he praises you, hips still rocking gently as he tries to fit his impressive length between your tight walls. he’s slotted halfway into you so far, and he knows you’re struggling to adjust. “never mind.” he decides, propping himself on one arm so he can wipe the tears from your flushed cheeks. “i will not go any deeper.”

you frown, feeling guilty. “a-are you sure?” you peer between you, seeing a good portion of his cock still exposed. “ja, schatz. if you can only take my tip, that’s all you will get.” he practically demands as he commences soft strokes, thrusting his cockhead through your velvety cunt slowly and thoughtfully. you gasp, hands flying to cling onto his back, the muscles beneath his skin twitching and rippling with his efforts.

it takes ever fibre of self-control for könig to not ram his entire cock into your soaked cunny, having to bite his lip until he tastes blood to refrain from snapping his hips all the way. “gott, you’re so tight. so beautiful.” he drawls, hands planting on either side of your head, the lewd sounds of heavy breathing and broken moans filling the clearing. your pussy squelches around him, gradually sucking a little more of his length with each careful drag of his cock.

his gaze is fixated on your stomach, a few rolls present thanks to way he has you positioned. he can see the bump of his cockhead bulging below the flesh as he starts to sink deeper, a raw heat stirring in his balls. “perfect body for a mother.” he mindlessly tells you, and you swear you can see drool soaking through his mask. “let me make you one. let me fill you with my child, ja?”

you mewl, nails scratching at his back through the fabric of his compression shirt. “oh god, whatever you want.” you moan, face contorted with pleasure. “shit- ah!”

he grunts, retaining a deliberate and dexterous pace within you as he concentrates on giving your body the treatment it deserves. “i will breed you, liebe. i’ll breed you so full.” he blurts deliriously, drowned out by your cock-drunk whines. he chases the ambition with admirable determination, grunts and even whimpers falling from his mouth as he breeds your pussy — slurping around him.

before long you start to tremble, a white bliss bubbling in your loins as your uterus contracts. könig curses, sweat dampening his hood as his tempo starts to stutter and jitter. you wrap your limbs around him like a cub, face nuzzling in his chest to muffle your cries when you finally succumb to the rapture, milking him dry as he hits the same high in tandem with you.

he continues rocking into you, knees surely bruised and his trousers definitely mud-stained as he stays bent over your frame, mumbling drowsily about planting his baby in your pretty stomach. he doesn’t stop until he’s certain you couldn’t be any more full up.

displaying this on this account too 🎀

kiss and tell 🎀

könig x reader fluffy drabble <3

warnings: none, unless embarrassment counts

it’s a tiny bit sad in the middle but then we get silly again :)

horangi makes an appearance too!

word count: ~1,400

turns out your husband, könig, isn’t that good at keeping you a secret…

you used to be a night owl, until you met könig. he kinda got you used to his soldier sleep schedule (up at 5 am, in bed by 10pm, when he wasn’t out in the field and forced to go days without sleeping). you were cursing your well adjusted sleep habits now, though, tugging your blanket around your shoulders as you see könig off at the door. it’s near 12 am, your neighborhood is quiet and still, but könig is as alert as ever.

you’d been out having a drawn out, romantic dinner when he’d been called on, but it was an urgent matter, so you two immediately went home so he could shower and pack. he always gets all focused and serious in times like these. he’s going on about the usual safety reminders-

“lock the door at all times, liebes” “don’t go out too late. invite your friends here instead.” “turn your scented candles off before you leave… on second thought, maybe just don’t use them at all? you’re a little forgetful sometimes”

-and you just smile sleepily at him, watching him adjust his bulletproof vest. of course to fully get into könig mindset, he’d gear up before leaving. your neighbors always turned in early, so he wasn’t worried about them seeing some scary soldier exiting your house, leaving them to wonder if that guy was friends with your tall as a tree, yet gentle husband. you’d already changed out of your favorite (and könig’s too) red dress, but you still hadn’t removed your makeup, opting to fuss over könig’s packing instead.

just as he taught you about bettering your sleep cycle, you taught him of accepting commodities and being cared for. now his pack has his usual stuff, plus on the go hygiene products, non perishable snacks (he has a weakness for these dark chocolate granola bars), and little mementos that are his guiding light through these trying missions. <3

now, huddled together at the doorway, you can’t help but tug him down by his vest for a kiss, pressing your lips over his through his mask. he makes a little noise of surprise, having been cut off mid safety rant, but he instead lifts his mask to kiss you “i’ll always come back to you, even if i have to crawl” (never “bye”) properly. the space between you warms as you kiss each other with all the love you have, damn near creating your own dimension where just the two of you exist. you know it only makes it harder for him to leave though, so you act as the rock, gently pulling back before wiping your lipgloss from his lips. “you’re gonna be late, love”, you whisper, discretely blinking away a tear when he glances at the clock on the entry table. “right as ever, königin”, he smiles as he straightens his mask picking up his duffel and helmet in one hand.

“redo of our date night?”, he asks, turning the door knob with his free hand and stepping over the threshold. you cross your arms over your chest, tugging your makeshift robe closed as the night chill from the open door sweeps in. “next weekend”, you declare confidently, full faith in your husband, secure in the knowledge that he’ll always make it back to you. the rest of his departure goes by in a blur, from the kiss he blows you before climbing in his car, to you locking the door after waving til his car turned the corner. a successful send off, you sigh as you head to shower and do your skincare before passing out for the night.

unfortunately, there was one little detail you both forgot…

könig strides into the base, heading straight to his office to grab some files needed for the mission briefing. he’d meant to get those documents signed and sent up the next rung of the kortac ladder, but no one had anticipated the turn of events that kickstarted this urgent mission. other soldiers were coming and going through the halls, some glancing (no one dared stare) at him in awe… or fear. either worked, in his opinion. könig couldn’t help but let it stroke his ego. he remembered how it felt to be a fresh faced rookie, only hoping to someday become one of the higher ups. he chuckled quietly to himself, even slowing his purposeful pace a little to give the newbies a nice colonel könig sighting.

when you got it, you got it, no?

he sauntered to his office, noting horangi was waiting outside his door. he also noted the way his friend’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took in his appearance. könig returned horangi’s strange look with a confused look himself. he’d checked he got everything right before leaving your house. his vest, the gear strapped to his vest, his mask, he even made sure to put his helmet on before entering the base… so why was horangi staring at him like he’d sprouted wings?

“you old dog!”, horangi gave könig an easy push on his shoulder. “you got a girl and you didn’t tell me?”

what???

könig had done all he could to keep you safe and untarnished by his work… obviously you knew what he did, but he’d never delve into details, and he sure as hell didn’t tell anyone at work about you. what purpose would they have knowing? he didn’t need them trying to cajole you into coming to stay here just to have könig be available on base full time! his engel didn’t have to step a single foot in this place. how on earth did horangi find out?

kortac did have their own…creative…ways to find out information, and it would be much easier looking into one of your own compared to an enemy. könig was racking his brain for any instance where he might have noticed surveillance being run on him, or any of his non agency issued electronics acting odd from possible hacking. the mailman had been acting a little shifty… (no, he hadn’t) and his personal phone had been displaying that odd pop up every time he opened his photos app! (again, false alarm. it was a “storage full notice”. he’d filled up his storage with pictures of you and your adventures together.)

horangi, meanwhile, crossed his arms, thinking könig was trying to think up a convincing lie against the obvious evidence.

aha! what if horangi was just making a wild guess, trying to catch könig off guard? könig wasn’t a fool. he’d been in the business long enough to not fall for such a elementary level interrogation technique. he just had to keep his cool. horangi definitely had nothing on him. könig allowed himself a casual, light scoff before setting his duffel on the floor and facing his office door, wanting horangi’s weak interrogation over with already. “where is this coming from? now’s not the time for jokes”, he huffed dismissively.

“you can’t be serious. you must have a girl…unless you’re going for a ‘confuse the enemy’ method now?”

okay, now könig was annoyed, which is saying a lot, because horangi was the one colleague he most liked. “cut to the chase, kim” könig fished his keys out from his duffel, flicking through them to find the one to his office

“könig, there’s a glittery lip print on your mask… right where your mouth would be”

shit

the only sound in the hall was könig’s keys clinking as he dropped them in shock.

how could he forget you’d kissed him through his mask, while you were still wearing your cursed (it was actually quite lovely, it tastes like strawberries to könig, he’s just mortified right now) shimmering lipgloss?

that’s why all the soldiers he passed in the hall looked at him funny. it wasn’t awe, it was confusion! basically all of kortac witnessed him making a fool of himself! of course könig is losing his mind, horangi’s cackling laugh serving as the background music, but rest assured, könig’s reputation is safe. those five (5, fünf, cinco) soldiers he passed didn’t get a long enough look as to notice the glittering spot on his mask. only horangi was brave enough-and dare i say lucky enough- to actually look at the revered and feared colonel. könig’s thanking all the forces of the universe when he remembers he always packs backup masks.

for what’s it’s worth, your husband sure learned his lesson. that’s how the only restriction regarding your kisses came to be

new rule: no kissing over the mask

. . . . . . . . . . . .

sorry, i just love making könig be silly 🫶🏼

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just imagine sniffing around and finding your way onto random farm. some random ahh guy outside herding some sheep w his farm dogs.. scary but hey.. he's a bit hot in his overalls ngl. he's human tho sooo.. u dont really know how this is gonna go.. but guess what!? you hop over anyway! you made your way over, crunching on some leaves as you tried to sneak up on him, stopping at his feet and observing him from there as he fills up some type of.. bowls? with.. water? for.. whom? they were some big ass bowls so maybe for the dogs? or horses? you take a few steps back and watch him from a corner as he starts moving again.

you continue to watch until you spot the most beautiful strawberry bushes ever, taking your focus off of him for a moment to look at them, wondering how you're gonna get over there and what you're gonna do with the heaps of strawberries. now, with the greed that was building up, thinking about taking all the strawberries for yourself for harvest, you feel a presence, a watcher if you will. and as you get that feeling you're suddenly picked up by.. the farmer!?

"was macht so ein ding wie du hier.." he mutters, examining you. you just let it happen and take this chance to also examine him up close. he's got a little beard coming in. or did he just shave? there stubble so maybe the latter. his skins fair. he doesn't seem harmful at least. as you examine yet again, he's doing the same. looking over your brown coat (which was now your skin) plus your ears and puffy scut (tail) that was sticking out from your rear.

and you just.. sit there as he cradles you in his arms taking you into his home. he places you on a couch and crouches in front of you. "deutsch sprechen?" he says. it sounds foreign but you can understand a bit. you tilt your head, continuing your observation from earlier. "english?" he questions. you understand that clearly, taking some time before responding. "yes.." you practically whisper. "okay." he takes note. "um.. what are.. you doing here?" he asks, taking his time to choose his choice of words. you shrug and blink a bit. "fruit.. bush.. berry." you mutter, words not really making sense since you rarely ever take on your human form.

"beerenstrauch?" he questions himself, trying to figure out what you were talking about. "fruit? um.." he tries to gather words but you beat him to it, clearing things up. "strawberry." you mutter once more. "oh. the strawberry bush. "

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translation;

germ; "was macht so ein ding wie du hier.."

eng; "what's a thing like you doing here.."

germ; "deutsch sprechen?"

eng; "speak german?"

germ; "beerenstrauch?"

eng; "berry bush?"

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Cult AU / quick sketch

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Octopus hybrid konig

Hello, here is my first ever bot. hope yall like it, reblogs are appreciate. TW: this bot is a yandere so uhh proceed with caution

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Chat now with Konig · created by @Aellastella

Konig: *5 years ago, you caught a small tiny octopus from the beach. it was cute, it has 2 red triangle going down like tears on it's eye. Y

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He's stupid ok?

Could you do a König spicy headcannon? 👀

I’m sorry for taking long on this😭 I was caught up with some stuff so instead of the head-canon(which I will do), I wrote this nsfw story for you🧸(MDNI)

You were teasing König all day; sending him vidoes of your naked body tracing that small vibrator all over your swollen clit. You loved when you could get him horny at work. You know When he gets home he will work every inch of your body but it was all worth it. You placed your phone on the dresser and spread your legs wide enough for the camera to get your good spots. You placed the vibrator on your clit and continued to moan out for your husband. “König Fuckk~. You wish this was you huh? You wish you could eat this wet fucking pussy huh?” You moaned teasingly. What you didn’t know was that your husband got out of work early. While you were getting off to the small blue toy, König was standing at the doorway quietly admiring the view. As hard as he was he didn’t touch himself or even interrupted you. He just stood there watching you intensely. “AHH FUC- MHHHH BABY~” you screamed as you squirted all over the bed. You let yourself catch your breath as you smiled to yourself. “Keep going”. You heard a deep and familiar voice next to you say. You knew it was him but how? He was supposed to be at work. “By all means keep going baby. Now” he said walking up to you. Before you could say anything, König took the vibrator and sucked your juices off it. He moaned to himself and rolled his eyes to the back of his head. He loves how sweet you taste. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself. He turned on the vibrator and shoved it in your swollen cunt. “AH KÖNIG STOP!!” You screamed. You tried to move yourself away from him, but he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and dragged you back towards him. He clicked his teeth while looking down at you with those needy feral eyes. “Get your ass back here. Don’t move away from me bitch” he said while grabbing your ass harshly. You moaned from the aggressive action. You tried to catch your breath, but every time you did, he took it away with that damn vibrator. Konig took his free hand and started gently squeezing on your clit while the vibrator was shoved into you at full max. All you could mutter were whines and aggressive moans. You finally let out your cum all over your husbands hands. He took his hands and sucked your juices off of him. “Good girl. Look at you cuming for me. You gonna keep it up for me love?” He cooed at you while unbuckling his pants. “W-Why aren’t you at work?” you weakly asked. Konig let his long thick cock out of his pants. There was pre cum leaking out of his tip. The sight itself made you horny, but you knew you couldn’t take anymore orgasms. He shoved his hand on your pussy getting it all wet from your cum. You moaned bucking your hips at his hand. When his hand was wet enough, he removed it from your pussy and started jerking himself off with your cum. “You know you’re my girl right?” He teasingly asked while jerking himself off to the sight of you. You nodded your head weakly. “You know I love you right.” He said breathlessly. You moaned a yes at him. He then got on his knees and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. He used his fingers to spread your push lips. He felt himself nearly cum from the sight of it. “Squirt again for me. Squirt in my mouth”. He said kissing your lips. He took his tongue and licked all over your pussy; shoving it in and out of your hot wet cunt. You screamed his name while pulling on his hair. You felt yourself squirting all over him when he took the vibrator and placed it on your clit once again. He took his fingers and started moving them around your thigh. You watched him spell his name out with your cum. He looked at you smirking. “Next time imma spell my name on your stomach with my cum.”

I'll be a good boy mommy...♡

Ok, so I was looking through a COD Monster AU and she had interesting and creative interpretations regarding to what the characters would be like as this specific monster/hybrid or otherwise.

These characters include:

-Price

-Soap

-Ghost

-Gaz

-Alejandro

-Rodolfo

-Valeria

-Graves

-König

-Horangi

-Laswell (makes a brief appearance but she seemed to stay human)

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So focusing on the 141 members it’s clear she did the ‘19 versions, so no Roach. :’(

(Which is FINE btw, totally understand why she didn’t include Roach, people can include whoever they want in their AU, I’m not hating).

BUT, this fandom seems loose with cannon anyway, so I thought I’d go brainstorming what Roach would be like as a monster/hybrid.

These are my head-cannons:

For the most part it seems like the monster designs retain aspects related to their monster side (claws, wings, talons, scales, fur, shadows, fangs, etc). So going off of that, I’d incorporate that into Roaches design.

First and foremost, Roach has to have his signature antennas. >:DAnd just for fun maybe include insect inspired eyes, and maybe insect wings? Pincers (maybe)? I’ll leave that up for interpretation.

He has an ability to communicate telepathically to roaches. This could be great for spying (Roach has all the tea) and for intimidating the enemy. What’s more terrifying than being bombarded by a huge swarm of roaches? :D

Thought it’d be fun if Roach had a smaller build to him? Like, I’ve seen some fan art where people depict him being a menace by hiding in small crevices and/or cupboards, or somehow ended up hanging in the corner of a ceiling somewhere. I thought that’d be perfect! (I’ll leave that up for interpretation).

Or, OR, let’s go completely off the rails. Since his original design has him mostly covered up, he's just completely made up of roaches that are embodying military suite (Armor? Clothing? Don't know my military term that well).

And like, when first meeting him you're under the impression that he's a human or something but then later on you just see his body burst into an army of roaches, like a hive mind situation. 👀

And like, I’ll leave it up for interpretation if he can still talk or not, since he’s essentially just made up of a swarm of (intelligent) roaches.

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The original maker of this AU is @bluegiragi. Just a heads up, she’s mostly known for making (+18) content. I was intrigued by her character designs and stayed for the lore. 😗

While I’m not too crazy about the erotic side of her work, she is writing an interesting story and am curious where she’ll take it. 👀

(Plus I’m a sucker for a good ghoap story). 😔👉👈

the urge to draw Ghost and Soap in matching Babygirl T-Shirts is way too high...

if i do hypothetical draw them should i add König?

hmmm

Noch fünf Minuten

Notes: Noch fünf Minuten (Five more minutes). Word count: 173

It had been an... active night. You lay in bed next to König, who was slowly waking up. He looked at you with half lidded eyes. "Guten Morgen, Liebling", he mumbled. "Morning", you chuckled, kissing his forehead. You scooted over to the edge of the bed, wanting to get up and get dressed. "Noooo", König yelped playfully, grabbing you by the waist. "I have to get up, darling", you complained. He pulled you closer, wrapping his burly arms around you, successfully immobilizing you. How big he really was got even more obvious when you back was pressed against his broad chest. "Let me go, Königg", you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, which was no use. "Nu uh", König mumbled, wrapping his body around yours and caressing your skin. You stopped struggling, knowing it was no use. His hand snaked lower, it was obvious what he wanted. You swatted his hand away, still too spent from yesterday. "Noch fünf Minuten", he murmered, burying his face in your neck. Fine, noch fünf Minuten.

omg this is a Ponig :0

Baby Fever pt. 2

New dad!König x new mom!Reader.

Fluff, post-pregnancy, post-birth, mentions of premature birth. Y'know, a sprinkle of angst. Bit it's all happy domestic stuff. Enjoy.

Your eyes fluttered open and you realize the baby wasn't crying. When you checked your phone, it was 2 in the morning. It was feeding time, so you turned over and climbed out of bed, not realizing it was empty on the other side. You hummed and went to grab one of the bottles out of the warmers, already filled with the formula but found there was no bottle.

You hum, exhausted mind turning over trying to think why you didn't prepare a bottle beforehand. And why your alarm didn't go off. You walk to the baby room and pause, seeing a dim light on, as well as hearing soft muttering. Walking slowly, you peak into the room...

König was standing in the middle of the room, your baby girl cradled in one arm, rather, one hand. His other hand held the bottle up for her. He was rocking and turning, talking to her. He had on his pajama pants, and slippers but no shirt on.

"Mommy's friends didn't like me. I think they were just jealous of her." He smiled down at her, taking the bottle away and setting it down. He throws the towel over his shoulder like you showed him and gently placed the newborn girl up, supporting her head. "C'mon, get those nasty burps out." He rubs her back then gently taps.

"Your mommy challenged me to a game of pool. I've played it a few times but I said yes. And she won, but don't tell mommy, I let her win." He chuckled. "Then she let me buy her a drink or two- ehm, they were soda drinks." He cleared his throat. Then smiled again. There was a soft muffled burp and she spit up. König laughed again and carefully maneuvered the baby and the towel to wipe her mouth clean. "That was a good one. Almost as loud as daddy's eh?"

You stayed leaning against the doorway, listening to König's stories.

"The doctors said you were born too early, and very weak. But I think that just proved those silly doctors wrong. Look at you, burping like a sailor! Oh don't cry meine Blume, I've got you. See?" He cooed softly and you heard the baby whine a little. König hummed softly and you heard him tapping her back, and then he laughed softly. "Did you poop on me? A fart. I knew you'd be more trouble than your mommy."

You couldn't help smile. You heard him go over to the changing table and carefully remove her diaper. You watched from the door as König winced. "You did a number in there. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke mommy up with that stench." He said as he cleaned her bottom. He threw the dirty diaper away and placed a new one on. He throws some powder into the diaper.

"When you came out, and the doctors told us you were a girl, I was so thrilled." He put the pajamas back on, carefully snapping the bottoms closed. "But they said you and mommy needed to stay in the hospital for a little longer. I got so scared for both of you, both of my girls. I ran out and bought your mommy a ring. I know, I should have married her before you came out...I was scared. But when you were born I was even more scared! What could daddy do except wait?" He sighed heavily and placed the baby girl against his chest.

"I didn't know babies could come out so small...you were tiny. They kept you in a little glass machine, I don't remember exactly why but, they said it helped you breathe. Ah but I knew better. They just had to keep you contained because you were a fighter. Ready to knock out the next doctor who told you otherwise." He pressed his lips to against her head and smiled. "And they said momma couldn't breastfeed you. She was sad, she thought she did something wrong but everything turned out just right huh? We're all here." He turned and smiled when he saw you standing at the door. "Ah. You did wake momma with your stinky bottom."

You sighed, some tears in your eyes as you walked over to him. With your daughter in one hand, he used his free hand to cradle your head to his chest. "Oh I'm sorry meine libeling, I didn't mean to make you sad." You shake your head and look up at him.

"No, not sad. Just happy. Happy sad." You shrug and sniffle. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and you spoke again. "How many times are you gonna tell her the hospital stories?"

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "Until she learns to talk and tells me to stop. But maybe I'll tell her before she goes to her first day of school, or her first prom, or when she leaves for college." He takes a deep breath and slowly let it out. You could tell he was trying not to cry. "I wonder how close the colleges are here." You laughed and wiped your eyes.

"Stop talking about her leaving. You're making me more sad." You gently take the baby in your arms and kiss her head, rocking slowly. You felt König's arms encircle your body and his head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry. C'mon, let's get you both back to bed. My girls." His voice was soft, but tired. You nodded in agreement and gently set the girl down into the crib. You made sure she wouldn't fuss, then turned to König. Who then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down, kicked his slippers off and crawled into bed with you. You laid your head against his chest and you felt his hands finding their resting spot against against your thigh and back.

After a second, you mumbled against him. "Don't lie to our baby girl. You lost that pool game because you kept staring at my ass."

He laughed, making your head bounce. "I'm not telling our girl that."

"Then you can tell her you lost fair and square because you were so in love with me." You pressed a kiss to his neck. He leaned down and stole a kiss from you, then laid his head down.

"Maybe. But, maybe I did let you win." He was smiling and you grumbled in disagreement. "Sleep meine libeling. We'll settle this on our next pool game, drinks on me."

"Soda drinks."

A/n.: I'm sad, trapped in a stinky hotel. So I brainstormed this mess while watching Jurassic Park. I made it kinda sad but it's still all fluff. No more baby fever fic after this.

And, I thought about mentioning how reader can't breastfeed because my mom told me she couldn't for me. (For different reasons) But she said some trashy religious people told her if she couldn't breastfeed then she wasn't cut out to be a mom. And I know that today, there are still some people who find that using formula is 'unnatural' or 'cheating'. But I'm here to tell you, some people are literally just gonna try making you feel bad about everything. Do what you feel is the best thing, whether it's for yourself, for your child, for your pet, everything.

That was long. Sorry. Felt like ranting.

An idea I keep thinking about. Vampire König x Human reader.

Mentions of blood, sex(non-con if you think about it but it's not depicted) gun mentioned not used, under the cut. But this is not your typical damsel attacked by vampire.

(don't tell my guy friend but I got my inspiration from the books he recommended me, Necroscope. Second book.)don't read those books if you like vampires; it will haunt you.)

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Vampires can control people's minds, they lure them away somewhere secluded, drink their blood, then leave. That's what König has done the last few centuries. He finds a victim, hypnotizes them, brings them to an alleyway, or maybe his home, and then drinks their blood. If he's feeling pent up and his victim is horny, he'll fuck them as well. He's not picky, having male, female, trans, partners. Could he call them partners? No, he shouldn't.

He of course, makes sure that his victims are well fed and have drank something before he disposes of them. Like a blood bank perhaps. They give him blood, he gives them food and water. He knows sometimes the sex thing isn't what everyone wants so he's careful to pick his victims on that part, like if he can smell their arousal. But always, after sex, he erased their memory. He doesn't have to, but perhaps the human part of himself would feel guilty. It already does, he thinks bitterly.

So here he is in a nightclub, watching bodies dance across the floor as lights flashed across his body and face. He sat perched at the bar stool, a glass of wine in his hands. He was glad that he could still drink liquids. Though the thirst for blood always gnawed at the back of his mind. His eyes searched the floor, looking for someone, anyone, who was by themselves. Tonight, it seemed couples and friend groups ruled the floor.

He didn't waste much time, setting his half empty glass of wine down and leaving the loud club. His ears thrummed as the music no longer blasted in his ears, but the ringing didn't stop. He stood outside, then in his peripheral vision, he spotted a person sitting on the curb. You. Your outfit looked like the clubbing type, and your eyes were half lidded. Though you were sitting, you were swaying slightly, because you were buzzed.

Perfect.

He came up to you and tilted his head. "Are you waiting for someone?" His accent was heavy as he spoke. He watched your facial features shift as you registered his voice.

"I'm supposed to say yes." You mumbled. You hadn't looked up at him. He shifted and kneeled down beside you, waiting for you to look at him. The trick with hypnotism, is that the victim must look into his eyes. When he first discovered his ability, he would accidentally hypnotize people often. He was older now, and he has better control of it. "I don't know if they're coming anymore.."

König studied your face, tracing over your features. You were beautiful, in his opinion. Your hair framed your face perfectly, and your body seemed to only enhance your beauty. He nods and looks up at your eyes again, waiting. "Your friends abandoned you? How cruel..."

You snorted and shook your head. "No, they didn't do that." Your words slurred. "My Uber, I tried getting one but my phone died, after, it sent." You sigh and look down at your phone, then slowly turn your head. Your eyes met his. He had an alluring mix of green and blue eyes, they reminded you of marbles.

König stared up at you, watching you stare back. Then he spoke. "Come home with me, I'll take care of you." At this point, he knows he has you. Your eyes locked on his,half lidded and unmoving. There was a faint scent of arousal on you, but he decided he wouldn't fuck you. Some kind of guilt washed over him as he stared at you. Such a beautiful person who was alone, abandoned.

But then you looked away and hummed. "No thanks."

What the hell.

He stared at you dumbfoundly, watching as you let out a long yawn. You rejected him?? After he hypnotized you?

Maybe he didn't then? Did his hypnosis not work for some reason? He looked around, stood up and walked to a group of people. He pulled a guy aside quickly, ignoring his protests and looked him in the eyes. The guy froze and König spoke, "Go and punch that stranger."

The man turned and found the person, another male who was bigger than himself and right hooked him. The other man angrily punched back without hesitation, and a fight began to break out. Slowly, König's head turned towards you. You were clumsily standing up, and walking away. He watched then decided to follow behind you quickly.

So you were immune? Were you perhaps, also a vampire? König stopped you, standing in front of you and grabbing your face. "Hold still." He moved your lips and looked at your teeth. He stared, but your teeth shape didn't suggest fangs. They were normal. You groaned in annoyance and slapped his hands away.

"Let go of me you creep!" You shook your head but paused when he grabbed your face again. You looked up at König and he was staring you down intensely. As he did, you felt a slight headache surge through your head and you cringe. It happened before when you looked at him but you chalked it off as too much booze, not enough water.

"Come home with me." He said, more like demanded again, and you reached into your pocket.

"No!" You pull out your pepper spray and let rip across his eyes. He screamed and groaned, wiping them while you began to run back towards the club. He watched, the sting was already gone and his confusion was only intensified. You made it inside and shakily asked the bartender for help, who did so in a flash. They offered water and if you wanted to call the police but you denied the last, going with their first offer.

You were brought home, after getting your phone charged a little, you phoned your roommate and explained how you were attacked kind of. When you got back to your shared apartment, your roommate was outside waiting, with a gun.

You snorted, still in your buzzed state as you walked inside with her. "That guy is long gone, put the glock away." She seemed uneasy and started asking you dozens of questions.

You tried to give your full account of everything, but you were tired. You mentioned you kept getting a little headache but it was gone now. Then you mentioned how the man pulled at your lips to look at your teeth, which you were laughing about. Why was that so funny?

But your roommate looked terrified. You stopped laughing and calmly explained that you had the whole thing handled, and she nodded slowly. She helped you to bed and told you she'd need to talk with you in the morning. You thought you'd be getting a lecture of some kind, and you groaned at the thought.

As you drifted to sleep, you failed to notice the lurking figure looking at you through your 3rd story window.

((Lmk if y'all want more. Mama will provide 🧑‍🍳))

Monster!König x Reader pt.2

You guys liked the first one so I'll keep going.

Warnings: tentacles, curse words. Mate mention

M!König: Who left a bundle of fish wrapped in seaweed for you one day in front of the veterinarian building. Which the desk workers stumbled upon first, with no note. So they were disgusted by it and threw it away before you could see it. And König was pissed.

M!König: Who had to catch more fish but this time, he hand delivered it to you. He made his way into the vet once again and glared down at the desk worker, specifically the one who threw away that perfectly good batch of fish.

M!König: Who, when he saw you, presented the fish once again. It was dripping on the floor, the seaweed bundle. You smiled wearily and took the fish, looking over the different kinds. You thanked him and promised you'd eat all of them, even mentioning you favored one fish species that was caught in the bundle. "I know some good recipes for these."

M!König: Who... couldn't stop staring at you. Something was clicking in his head, something he really liked. He felt his tentacles beneath his hood stir and his eyes widened a bit at the realization. When it became quiet in the lobby, you asked quietly if you could look him over to see if he was healing properly. He nodded and followed you to your office once again. Once you two were alone and he lifted his hood, you put your gloves on and reached up, moving some of the tentacles aside.

M!König: Who was deeply embarrassed when his tentacles wrapped around your hands, more than last time. He said nothing. You commented that he was healing amazingly. Without muttering a word he pulled his hood back down and left the vet. You watched, confused and missing a glove because his tentacles wouldn't let go.

M!König: Who just fucked himself over by x10. It was only meant as a thank you, but when you happily took the bundle, stating you liked the fish?? He swallowed thickly and covered his eyes. He had to ignore this, the urge to take you as his mate. You were a human, he was not, this wouldn't work. Not that he knows for sure. But the urge to give you more, to provide and show you that he could be a good mate..it's not going away.

M!König: Who felt the funny glove taste in his mouth still and pulled the glove out from his tentacles. He stared at the blue piece of latex, thoughts bubbling in his mind, but he ultimately threw the glove away, his face red.

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Vet!Reader: Who washed all the fish and wrapped them in something more sanitary to bring them home later. You'd be spending the slow parts of the day looking up other recipes for the other fish.

Vet!Reader: Who got playfully teased because the 'scary fisherman' was trying to court them. You'd only grin, looking away and typing on your phone. You then got curious and began to do some broad research on tentacle face people. And frowned when something called The Call of Cthulhu popped up, but you saved it to read for later. Maybe it could tell you more about your friend König.