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yawnderu · 7 months

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Colonel!König x Reader

Colonel!König, who knew he wanted to marry you the moment he saw you come back from your first mission, covered head to toe in blood and dirt, yet as beautiful as ever.

Colonel!König, who makes enough money to spoil you with anything you'd ever want, and that's how he managed to win you over.

Colonel!König, who knew just how inappropriate your relationship was, yet all his morals went out the window for you.

Colonel!König, who always looked out for you in the battlefield despite knowing just how capable you are. There's a reason you were recruited for KorTac, anyway.

Colonel!König, who used his experience in the battlefield to teach you new techniques that could save your life when he wasn't on missions with you. He couldn't risk losing you.

Colonel!König, who took advantage of his rank for the first time ever to spend more time with you. Whether it was asking you to assist him with reports or inventory, he'd always have you by his side.

Colonel!König, who was teased about his little crush on you by Horangi, earning him a dirty look through the mask.

Colonel!König, who painfully had to hide his crush on you in fear of rumors going around and damaging your career.

Colonel!König, who allowed you to work hard for your promotion and didn't have anything to do with it, simply to show just how capable you are.

Colonel!König, who took you out for dinner and shopping after your promotion was announced, hiding it under the excuse that it's what a good colonel should for his soldiers.

Colonel!König, who seemed very polite the entire time of your day together despite the turmoil in his head.

Colonel!König, who practiced in the mirror how to start and keep a conversation with you despite communication being one of his strengths.

Colonel!König, who held in his laughter once your confused face looked up at him, not recognizing him without the mask and eyeblack.

Colonel!König, who had the best day of his life with you, buying you anything you even glanced at despite your protests.

Colonel!König, who was brave enough to put his hand on the inside of your thigh when he was driving you back to base.

Colonel!König, who was growing painfully hard when you made his hand cup your crotch.

Colonel!König, who had two of his massive fingers inside your dripping cunt, his cock already out as you jerked him off with expertise, happy that the ride back to base was long and lonely.

Colonel!König, who had to resist the urge to cum when your tongue was swirling circles on the tip of his dick as you jerked him off, bent over in the passengers seat.

Colonel!König, who insisted on taking you to a nice hotel for your first time together, wanting to make a special memory of what he hoped were more to come.

Colonel!König, who ate you out and fingered you for minutes before fucking you, making sure you came at least three times before he finally pulled his dick out, laying it down on your stomach so you could see how deep he was going to be inside you.

Colonel!König, who bit the inside of his cheek to resist the urge to laugh at your horrified face once you looked down at his length.

"That's it, mein Engel." He praised, rubbing the tip of his cock on the entrance of your folds, mixing your own arousal with his own. He looked at you for consent before he started slowly going inside you, stopping whenever he saw your discomfort only to be reassured that he could keep going.

"More..." You moaned out, and he didn't have to be asked twice. He was delicate and careful with you, your much smaller frame making him feel as if he was handling fine china, and in a way, he was. The bare hands that could murder enemy soldiers were now delicately rubbing and pulling on your nipples as he moved inside and out slowly, making sure your cunt would get used to the stretch of his fat cock.

"Such a good girl." He praised, one of his hands going down to gently rub your hardened clit as he started moving faster, your squelching cunt surprisingly taking him like a champ as his heavy balls slapped against your ass.

"Your tight pussy keeps sucking me in... can barely move." He confessed through gritted teeth, his eyes slightly narrowed as he struggled to move faster, fighting off the urge to cum until he dragged another orgasm out of you. His fingers rubbed your clit faster, groaning and panting once he felt your pussy tighten up, back arching as you welcomed your fifth orgasm of the day, yet there was more to come.

"Scheiße... let me cum in you, please, schatz...?" He didn't even know how he resisted the urge to cum for so long, yet as soon as you nodded your head, he started moving faster and faster inside you, basking in the way your tight hole was sucking him in before he pushed himself balls-deep, releasing his load all the way inside your fertile womb as your cunt milked him dry.

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trulyhblue · 4 months

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Communication

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Dutch! Reader Blurb

Warnings: fluff, REALLY bad translated Dutch, language barrier.

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Moving from your childhood club AFC Ajax was the hardest change of your life, but the easiest choice of your career.

You signed your first professional contract with them when you were fifteen, making your club debut in the same year. After six months of fitting into the squad, and having the opportunity to play in the Champions League as a substitute, you were asked to play for your first international camp against New Zealand, where you came away with a 2-1 win. From then, you have continued to be chosen for the National Team’s 23-player squad, continuously representing them as both a starter and a sub.

You were known for your agility, speed, and footwork, both on the ball and against both attacking and defending players. Being a midfielder, your job to maintain possession and create chances felt like a breeze to you, and your pure, sheer talent landed you with many of the most assists for the past three years.

Despite the friends you made at Ajax, you knew that opportunities to strengthen your player profile and widen your skills across the world were a dream of yours. You were a huge fan of Arsenal growing up, your parents taking you to games when they could.

When the opportunity arose to represent your country at the 2023 Women’s World Cup, you don't remember doing anything but crying for the days following your selection. You played your heart out that whole tournament. And while you didn't make it to the Semis, you walked away with a once-in-a-lifetime experience, with clubs worldwide wanting you as a part of their team.

Moving to Arsenal was a no-brainer. Not only were you a massive fan of the name itself, but they were among the best players in the world. You knew Victoria and Viv from the Oranje Leeuwinnens, and you had been told that you’d move in with Vic for the first couple of months upon your arrival, so the weight of the move felt lighter than many anticipated. You were roommates with Vic during Camps. But, in contrast to your Netherlands teammates, you didn't know an inch of English.

Well, other than the obvious words like Hello, Good Morning, and Goodbye, you were hopeless.

So, when you arrived on your first day of training alongside Victoria, you couldn't help but cringe at what was about to unfold.

“Ze weten dat je geen Engels spreekt, y/n.” They know you don't speak English. She spoke, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders, squeezing you into her chest. “Ze zijn allemaal erg aardig.” They are all very nice.

You didn't reply, choosing to keep your arm around Victoria’s waist, your eyes filtering over each of the girls.

“Ah, hier is ze!” Ah, here she is. Viv said, walking out from beside Beth Mead, jogging towards you, eloping you into a crushing hug.

“Ik heb je gemist, y/n, hoe gaat het met je?” I’ve missed you, y/n. How have you been? She asked, holding onto your shoulders as she kissed the top of your head. The London chill meant that you were wearing a black long-sleeve under your shirt, its hem being detained in your hands. The chill of the air nipped your cheeks. The Netherlands were cold, but so was London.

“Hetzelfde. Ik ben goed.” Same. I'm good. You let out meekly, noticing a bouncy Beth Mead waddle over to the three of you, holding her hand out for you to shake. You had played against Beth before, and of course, you knew her from Viv, so you made sure to look her in the eye when you shook her hand.

“Hi!” She sounded cheerfully, keeping a ball at her feet. “I’m Beth!”

“Y/n.” You replied, trying to reciprocate her delight with a small smile. “I'm Y/n.”

Your eyes widened slightly when a ball came flying at the four of you, causing you all to yelp out and duck before it hit anyone. Everyone looked in the direction the ball had come from, a strong, Irish and Australian accent on cue to yell out.

“Sorry!” The duo cringed, running over to retrieve the ball with a grimace.

“Katie kicked it.” The Australian one said, but you didn't understand. You saw the pained expression on her face, and how the Irish woman, who you knew as Katie, glared at her in shock.

“It was a joint effort, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, fuck off, no it wasn't—”

“Ze vechten.” They’re fighting. Victoria muttered to you, making you laugh.

“Ik dacht.” I figured.

The two girls were silenced after another woman came marching up to the growing group, looking at you with a stern expression before softening the crease between her eyebrows. You knew she was Kim Little by her motherly stare.

Next to her was Jennifer Beattie, an Arsenal Defender. She had her arms crossed around her chest, shaking her head in false disapproval before strolling over to you, calling out to Jonas, whom you had met when you discussed your contract.

You felt like crawling into a hole and dying, the whole occasion of being introduced to everyone made your skin crawl. Of course, no one necessarily made you feel out of place, but you refused to let Victoria’s arm go throughout the whole ordeal. You knew most of the players due to their prominence in women’s football. Most of these women set the scene for how the sport is seen today, and the mere thought of them knowing who you were was surreal.

The two girls that were arguing before, Caitlin Foord and Katie McCabe were the first to come up to you. Victoria told you they were sorry, and you shook your head and brushed the apology off, not really knowing how to say the right words in English.

Steph Catley and Leah Williamson came up to you next, saying very few yet simple words before hugging you and wishing you luck. Alessia Russo was next, and you couldn't help but giggle as her cheeks went red as she started to speak.

“Erm— sorry, hold on.” The striker looked at Pelova, who prodded her on with her hands. Russo looked back at you, trying hard to remember what she wanted to say.

“Leuk… Leuk je te ontmoeten. Erm- sorry. Ik hoop… Ik hoop dat je geniet… van… Londen.” It’s nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy London. You knew from her strained expression that she was well aware of how much she butchered the language with her English accent, but you pursed your lips together and smiled gratefully. The thought was genuine.

“Thank you.” You muttered, your slim vocabulary in English coming in handy. “It’s… nice to meet you, too.”

Alessia looked to be most accomplished with herself, asking Victoria a question before she was cut off by Jonas’ booming voice.

You waited, trying your hardest to latch onto an idea of what he was saying, but gave up when you felt someone behind you pulling you away from Vic’s side, leading towards the other end of the pitch.

When you faced the girl in front of you, she must've realised that she had startled you, since her eyes widened at your expression.

She was short, but your height, with a scrunchie in her hair and a training jumper over her Jersey. You couldn't count the hundreds of freckles that patterned her face, her doe-like Brown eyes looking at you with a mix of shock and awe.

“Hello, my name’s Kyra. Steph told me your name is Y/n… Jonas said that we are partners, so you can start if you want.”

You didn't say anything. You wish you could, but the words that left her lips were foreign. You felt a flush run across your face, humiliation at your lack of words hitching your breath. You must've looked so stupid since the girl waited for you to reply. Everyone was set off into pairs, a ball adorned between each of them.

The girl in front of you had the ball, picking it up and fidgeting with it in her hands. You stared at each other in silence, neither of you particularly knowing what to do. It wasn't until the girl put the ball to her feet, kicking it towards you, that you communicated in some way.

Instead of talking, the girl showed you the drills, pretending to be Jonas by overexaggerating her actions by marching around, waving her hands vigorously, and using the ball to make you laugh at her ridiculous impression of your Manager.

Her number was thirty-two, yours was thirty-three, and somehow it made you feel more of a connection with her. She was very patient if you didn't understand what you were doing the first time around, and you began to wonder if number thirty-two was trying hard not to talk just for the fun of it.

She never made you feel as if you were annoying her with the lack of audible contact, in fact, she looked to find it a fun game between the pair of you.

No one chose to interrupt or try and sever the consecutive numbers, finding Kyra’s unusual silence amicable in contrast to her typical outgoing self. Both Viv and Vic were eyeing you from where they stood with their respective partners, hesitant about the choice of Kyra as your partner, as you two were very different personalities. But after a while, the two Dutch women stopped looking to see if you were okay, hearing your faint giggles from the view of a giddy Kyra enough to reassure them.

Because of this, training went by quickly for everyone. Today was a pretty easy session, similar to the ones you knew from back home. You knew you were wrapping up when Kyra started juggling the ball, singing a loud tune before passing it over to you.

You moved your feet up and down as you juggled the ball from one foot to the other. Kyra giggled when she missed the ball you passed to her, tripping over her own feet and rolling around on the floor, clutching her stomach in laughter. You did this for a while, before Kyra dragged you across the field and to the stack of drink bottles.

You didn't really know where you were going, so you let Kyra take your hand and lead the way, walking behind her as you passed the bike rack and towards the indoor fields.

You didn't begin to doubt Kyra until you had pretty much walked the length of the training centre, where you had long discarded the fields you were once training on.

“Kyra.” You ushered, making the Australian stop in her tracks at the sound of your voice. She pivoted on her heel, staring at you absolutely gobsmacked.

You looked around, trying to find the words to get across what you wanted to say.

“Say it in Dutch,” Kyra answered, catching a glimpse of your reticence.

You thought to yourself for a second before nodding. “Waar gaan we heen?”

Kyra’s eyes widened, obviously not comprehending a word you said. She looked around, trying to find a solution.

She grabbed your hand again and led you down another corridor, pushing past a few doors, weaving through the never-ending maze of rooms before finally making your way back to the locker rooms, where Vic had taken you to drop off your possessions before training.

Kyra rushed to pick up her phone, waddling over to you, typing away vigorously and smiling up at you when a voice rang from the device.

“Ik kom uit Australië.” I'm from Australia. The voice spoke.

You laughed, taking the phone from the girl’s hands and writing down a reply.

“I know. I can tell by your funny accent.”

Kyra gasped, snatching the phone off you and furiously writing down a retort. You couldn't help but gape at her fondly, biting your lip at the sight of her concentration.

“Mijn accent is niet grappig, mijn grappen wel.” My accent is not funny, my jokes are. The phone sounded.

Before you could type out your own reply, Kyra went back to typing, but instead of letting the audio play, she squinted down at the translated sentence.

“Ik zou je… veel grappen kunnen… vertellen, weet je? Zou je ze graag… willen… horen?” I could tell you heaps of jokes, you know? Would you like to hear them?

For some reason, the Dutch that left the Australian’s lips left you gushing, nodding your head up and down as you grabbed her phone.

When you translated the sentence you had written down, looking down at the words in utter confusion, you sighed. Kyra was definitely no expert in your language, but you were just downright pathetic in hers.

She must've noticed your dismay since she looked over your shoulder, pointing at the first word. “Yes… but do you… have time... to tell… them all?”

She waited for you to sound out each word, humming and nodding in recognition when you repeated the sounds.

She smiled at you, taking her phone. You waited for the audio to play back to you. Kyra’s smirk only grew when she handed her phone back to you, the Contact App up on her phone — your name typed in and phone number blank.

You laughed, and she did too.

You could get use to this communication.

(just pretend it's you)

arsenalwfc : Cooney-Cross showing Y/L/N the ropes before our big clash on Sunday!

Comments:

kyracooneyx — best partner‼️ Laten we gaan gunners (let's go)

^ yourusername — 💗💗

^ user2 — THE DUTCH 😭😭😭

^ user3 — sleeping on the highway tonight, they're so cute 💔

User7 — the eyes chica 😍😍

katie_mccabe11 — quietest training session yet LOVE YOU Y/N

^ kyracooneyx — um rude 😡

vivannemiedema — Where did you two go after training?!

^ kyracooneyx — um, home? 🥰

^ victoriapelova — HAHAHAHA

kimlittle10 — welcome Y/N ❤️

^ yourusername — 💗

User1 — the duo we never knew we needed 🙌🏼🙌🏼

*liked by kyracooneyx

bethmead_ — happy to have you here Y/n!!!!

^ yourusername — Thank you ❤️

^ kyracooneyx — what about me?

^ caitlinfoord — what about you? 🤣

^ user4 — HAVSJDVSJSHSJS I'm dying

User5 — Y/n doesn't speak English, how did they even talk? Lol

^ user6 — Viv and Vic are there. I'm sure she was fine.

User7 — she's not even that good, at this point they're just getting anyone.

^ kyracooneyx — womp womp

* liked by yourusername

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Number Thirty-Three 💗

You : what does ‘womp womp’ mean?

Ky : Niets, net als het. Xx Nothing, just like it. Xx

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charlesslut16 · 7 months

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-a second chance-

summary : max let you go years ago but then he sees you again after many years, his feeling come back up, and he tries for a second chance...

PAIRING : max verstappen x reader

WARNING : a bit toxic!max

note : Firstly thank you all for the birthday wishes on Thursday. You are all so amazing and i'm so thankful. And secondly HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAX!

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It hurts like hell when you know that you needed to let go of someone, but you can't, because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen.

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You were running till the point max, never believed you would ever stop. And max could not stop himself from following you. His heart almost sank to his feet, as he saw you.

Looking so beautiful. So perfect. After all these years…

You took a curve, the panic in you leading you, as max panicked, thinking he lost you. Again. Max couldn't take it. He wouldn't: Max ran faster until he believed to collapse.

He was starstruck as he saw you again. It was as if he felt all his feelings for you again. And it made his heart ache. You were are his everything. And now that he finally has you back, he won't let you go that easily.

And then, he finally saw you. His beautiful, special, one in a million girl. On the ground, clutching your arms around your knees to stop yourself from shaking too much.

Max began to shake with his entire body, fear of speaking to you after all those painful years that overtook him. Angst of losing you again, even though max never got you back, streamed through his blood.

He tripped over a small rock on a ground, your head shot up into his direction, your eyes wide and red from the tears you shed. But max does not stop approaching you.

Instead, max dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands already having the urge to reach for you. But he knew you weren't ready for that. You might never be. And it crushed max into pieces.

“What are you doing here, max?” You words weak, but your voice was a melody in his ear. He had missed you with every fiber of his being and the entirety of his damned heart.

“I'm sorry, mijn engel” he whispered so lightly that you almost couldn't hear him. “I'm so sorry” my angel

You shook you hear, tears he knew he was the cause for, left trails down your cheeks.

“Go.” you spit venomously. Another tear falling down your wet cheeks.

“It's what you do best anyway, isn't it?” Max pressed his lips together, the urge to touch not leaving.

“I can't” Max croaked, sounding like an idiot. A humorless laugh escaped your cold, plump lips. You couldn't understand why. He had done it before, so why couldn't he do it again?

“Why?” your question was hard, bound with anger reserved for Max Verstappen only. Max was at a loss for words when your eyes connected with his. No sparks between the two of you.

Max Verstappen was drowning in the blue, drowning in the sight of you in front of him. A sight for sore eyes.

“Because I can't let you go.” Max finally whispered.

“Stop with this nonsense, max Emilian!” you snapped, your voice filled with anger and frustration.

“You let me go when you left four years ago!”

But Max shook his head firmly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I did not. I couldn't. I wanted to, but that was before I knew you were EVERYTHING I needed to take a proper breath. You are the sun in the morning when I wake up and the moon when I sleep. You have consumed me whole.”

Max sounded helpless as he admitted his feelings. His true feelings.

“It's like you are flowing through my veins. You are and always will be EVERYTHING to me! And I can't. Let. You. Go.”

Some people are meant to fall in love with each other… but not meant to be together. And maybe the two of you were never meant to begin with.

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soggyriceee · 4 months

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ahhhhhh, your writing is too good <3

literally about to turn into a regular, but konig.. konig taking time off training to teach you german..

kinda like "what does [insert german word] mean?" with a *remote* in his hands.

are we seeing the vision???? love ya

Private Lessons

summary: request

warnings: female!reader, vibrators, strong language, praise, humiliation a bit. aka your crying and he doesn't care, orgasm denial. got a bit carried away at the end

side note. I cannot speak German so plzzz don't judge me if translations or spelling are not 101% right

Konig watched you at your desk as you struggled, tears dropping from your chin as your legs shook ever so slightly. in his one hand he held his throbbing member, pumping his hips up into his wet hand. in the other, a small black remote. he could crush the remote if he really tried simply by how huge his hands was. but thats besides the point.

"try again, engel." he spoke low, his eyes trailing from your face down to your crossed legs. he let out a breathy groan at the sight, bucking his hips up.

you wiped your eyes, your hands gripping the book tight enough you could rip it down the seam. "what does Alles Gute zum Geburtstag mean?" he asked for the second time now.

you couldn't see through the tears of pain but also pleasure, your breath hitching. "h-happy.. birthday." you whimpered out, feeling the buzzing between your legs dim down. Konig chuckled from behind you, the noise of his hand stroking his tip making up the rest of the silence. "good girl. see? no need to cry." he said slyly, a smirk spreading across his lips.

you two had been at this for an hour now. you sitting at the small desktop in your room, vibrator glued to your now sloppy cunt as Konig controlled it, raising the vibrations and denying your orgasm if you got a work wrong. but if you got the translation right, he'd give you a break, lowering the vibration. but that was it. you haven't cum once. and it hurt so bad.

"p-please." you'd whimper out quietly, barely loud enough for him to hear. "what was that?" he would ask in return, pretending he couldn't speak English. "Bitte." you'd say, this time a bit louder.

you could barely take it anymore. you were getting dizzy, your legs feeling like jelly. tears soaked the book at this point, your lips wet and parted as you begun to breath manually at this point. "please what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious to the desperation you were feeling.

you could just cum. soak your panties and the white seat beneath you, pretend like you couldn't hold it back any longer. and while that excuse could work, it doesn't mean he'd be any less mean with you. you wouldn't cum for days if you made that choice to be selfish and cum now. you knew it and he knew that you knew it. he wasn't stopping you, but he also wasn't encouraging you to do it.

"I c..can't hold it." you said, trying to distract yourself from the gentle vibration still abusing your throbbing clit. you were begging him to show mercy, let you cum at least once. and you wouldn't dare to look at him. his large cock thrusting up into his hand. the sounds alone coming from him were enough to push you over the edge.

Konig was silent for a bit, the only sound in the room was the low vibrating sound and his slow pumps from his hand. sweat dripped from your forehead as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your orgasm creep back up. you whimpered out painfully, your body hunching over the desk now as you tried to think of ways to distract yourself from coming all over yourself.

"tell me engel," he began, "how do you ask me to come?" his hand began to pick up speed, the sight of your limp, almost lifeless body tipping him closer to his orgasm.

you couldn't even think at this point, your mind foggy with the need to come. but, you pushed yourself to sit up, grabbing your notebook and looking at the tear soaked pages.

Konig had been teaching you German for months now. he got you your own personal notebook for words and phrases. and what once started off as sweet and genuine lessons, quickly turned into a game for you both. mainly Konig, but you got your own pleasure from it too.

he'd speak German to you while he fucked you, forcing you to tell him all the things you needed in German otherwise, he'd keep doing whatever he was doing. it forced you in a way to remember more of the sexual words and phrases rather than the ones that made a real normal conversation.

"bitte.." you started, your voice soft and hoarse. slowly, he increased the vibrations, causing you to cry out painfully. "keep going." he commanded, watching your body react. your body began to falter, arms barely strong enough to hold you up. your legs shook violently as a soft ringing began to fill your ears. he had finally pushed you to the edge.

"bitte.. lass mich kommen." you forced out, your arm wrapping around your stomach to try and stop the pain. Konigs hand pumped faster, his finger pressing on the remote to increase the speed. "come from me engel." he panted, watching your body shake violently as a result of the vibrator.

your toes curled almost painfully hard as your vision went in and out. you were coming but, your body was almost to weak to even fully enjoy it. but Konig loved it. he whimpered out as he watched your body tremble, your knees press together as your orgasm took over you, completely ruining your panties and the seat. and the sound of your sobs only added onto how good his orgasm felt. "o-oh engel~" he'd moan out, head tossed back as ropes of his cum shot out, covering his stomach and hand.

you on the other hand, now halfway out your seat, sat in the puddle of your own mess, body barely strong enough to hold you up. the vibrator was still going, overstiming your already aching sore clit. you felt like your body genuinely couldn't take it anymore.

you dragged yourself out of the chair, attempting to crawl to Konig and shut off the vibrator. but as soon as your body hit the ground, your vision had gone out and you'd officially passed out. this had happened before. at first Konig was scared of it, worried he'd gone too far. but when you'd woken up a few minuets later, you both discovered how much you both equally enjoyed seeing you so worn out.

so, Konig didn't rush to get you. in fact, when he did get over to you, shutting the vibrator off and pulling your panties to the side to see just how much of a mess you made for him, he couldnt help but press himself into you, feeling all your come coating his cock. "such a messy slut.." he mumbled to himself, pulling out of your cunt to watch strings of your slick connect him to you.

and, lessons were always like this. sometimes Konig would have his cock in you, fucking up into you as you tried to speak for him. other times were like this, a vibrator to your clit, you pass out from edging for so long and he'll use you. it was beneficial for you both.

so when he came in your room the next week, instead of being at training, vibrator in hand, you already knew the next hour or two were going to be painfully good.

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pap3rcherry · 8 days

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OH IT'S OKAY!!! I DIND'T KNEW THAT

So i hope you don't mind, i can request that same concept with Engel or Abby?(idk if i wrote their names right)

Like imagine having a obssesion with the (not so)perfect student: They make part of the student council, haves a honor roll(or is in idk how to say), haves straight A, teacher's favorite and these things

✮⋆˙ LOVE ME MORE ୨୧

YANDERE ENGEL X "PERFECT STUDENT" READER

A/N:I know i said i wouldnt write for minor yanderes, but im trying to get more flexible and going out of my comfort zone, ill give a shot for this one, although, if this IS problematic please warn me so i can take this post down.

Tw: Yandere topics, obsession, he tries to manipulate and gaslight you, i refuse to make reader have a happy ending.

type: Light angst/fluff, romantic, headcanons

୨୧ I think it would be a bit understandable how Engel would get hooked up on you so fast, i mean, he is a very smart student himself, so i think he would have a heavy infatuation for you because of your inteligence and maturity.

୨୧ Engel would get close to you by talking about your favorite subjects and being extra informed about it, for example: your favorite subject is marine biology? bam, this boy is going to tell you all the fun facts he learned about whales on the internet so he could impress you.

୨୧ After Engel gets more intimate with you, he would try to keep his cool around you at the beginning, but there would be discreet signals, he would let his possessive side slip a bit sometimes because of how much you get praised for your effort on studies.

୨୧ Ah yes, the praising... the praising is what makes Engel get so possessive and jealous, because in his eyes he should be the only one to provide such compliments and take that sweet and gentle smile and laughs out of you, not others.

୨୧ But overall he would be very chill in the first few 2-3 months, but past the 3rd month is where it gets... very weird, Engel would get way more possessive and would show it more.

୨୧ Engel would start to dismiss both of you whenever someone compliments you, going from calm and collected to "uh huh, they really appreciate it but we need to go now, bye" and pushing you away meanwhile being oddly clinged to your arm.

୨୧ And because of you being really smart, you would notice it really fast and maybe pick up on his crush for you, and you would have to choose between confronting him or just leaving it aside.

୨୧ If you do choose to confront him about it, he would try to dismiss it and paint you crazy and gaslighting you, but it wouldnt really work on you since you are very smart, and that personally bothers him sometimes.

୨୧ Now if you try to toss it aside, it would get worse and worse until he doesnt even let you stop to help or get complimented by someone, just pushing you past them like they werent talking at all, and it probably would get to the point where you have to do the first scenario: confronting him.

୨୧ If you try to leave him in any way, he would show himself more smarter than you think, contorning any plan you have of leaving him, like if you try to ignore him, he would make you fall into situations you are forced to talk to him, like having to do a group work and etc.

୨୧ He may like how you are smart, but he can be more smart than you, dont try him, hes just trying to do whats best for you <3

୨୧ "You never ever getting rid of me ♡"

#fundamental paper education x reader #fundamental paper education #fpe #fpe fanfiction #fluff #fpe x reader #fpe yandere #gender neutral reader #tw warning #engel x reader fpe #yandere Engel #୨୧ cherry works

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konigsblog · 9 months

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10 with könig please. he just wants to be as close as possible while cuddling :((

COCKWARMING KÖNIG

a/n; cockwarming is such a könig thing :(( loves to he super close together, skin on skin contact 'nd everything!!

⭒ cockwarming with könig...

prompt list, minors do not interact. 18+

༉‧₊˚. könig who absolutely adores the skin on skin contact, his hard and thick cock buried inside your tight, slick hole. your moans euphoric, gasping as he was eases inside before bottoming out in your cunt, swallowing him whole. he grunted, guttural groans leaving through his lips as you took him down to the base despite his large size. “gott, verdammtverdammtverdammt, du bist so verdammt eng, engel.” his voice was husky, your head tucked away in the crook of his neck, his body looming over yours, caging you with his burly arms wrapped around your figure.

you panted softly, adjusting to his size to his hard dick. his praises drove you crazy, wild; your eyes rolled to the back of your head, telling you what a pretty girl you are, or how well you're doing for him, back arched with his length inside your cevrix. “can feel myself inside your cervix. can you feel that, hm?" he looked into your eyes, fucked-out and blissful, mouth agape as he bit your lip, sloppily making out with you. könig's grip was like iron on your waist, unable to squirm as he continued to lay hickeys over your neck, making you flustered as he praised you, forehead pressed against forehead.

his bodyweight atop of yours was crushing, yet comfortable. finding peace in being restrained, bound to the bedsheets as he cuddled into you. the aroma was musky and sweaty, skin glistening and eyes glossy as you attempted to take his cock whole without struggle. “mmh', so proud of you, pretty girl..” his voice was laced with love, sweet like honey, addictive and lustful as he grunted loudly, pushing himself further into you as he twitched and throbbed.

#banner credits to @cafekitsune #orla speaks #cod x reader #cod x y/n #cod headcanons #cod imagine #könig call of duty #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #konig x reader #cod konig #konig x you #konig #konig mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #modern warefare ii #cod mw22

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pink-valkyrie-writes · 8 months

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Could you do reinhardt x fem reader relationship head cannons please

omg I love grandpa Reinhardt. He's a gilf fr and I want him LMAOOO.

Reinhardt x fem!reader

-warnings: sfw then nsfw, older man x younger woman, fluff and smut :)

SFW:

-Since Rein is an older guy, he would def have an old school take on getting into a relationship

-Leaving flowers left in at your door, eating together during lunch, writing you little notes to get you through your day, kisses on your knuckles, and dancing in the moonlight/rain (whichever comes first)

-Since my man is 7'4, he's definitely going to be taller and bigger than you. He will always be gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll. Hell, even if you were somehow stronger than him, he will still act like you're made of glass.

-Though he is a sweetheart, due to his past I feel he can have moments of grieving. As much as you want to help and try to feel better, sometimes the burden is too much to bear and can push you away.

-Give him time, assuming you're younger than him (gilf is 61), there some things that take longer to heal/ deal with. He doesn't expect you to fully understand, but listening helps so much. Tell him he can rest his lap in your lap and talk it out! He will try his best to explain his crusader past to you.

-More on him being a sweetheart, it's almost sickening how much he cares about you. Opens the doors for you, gets upset if you open them yourself. He will push you back out the door to open them for you himself.

-Even though his shoulder kills him, he will still pick you up and carry you around. On the battlefield, if you happen to be hurt, he will carry you to the nearest medic...but he will still refuse to let you go. Even his has to hold you while swinging his hammer, he will do it.

-He loves to sleep with you on top of him. It's just relaxing for him, like sleeping with a weighted blanket. He'll hold you close to his chest and sleep like a baby.

-He does fear he'll roll over and crush you...but that hasn't happened yet.

-You will have to show him how to work a cell phone. It's an excuse to have you close. But he genuinely needs your help

-If you're a healer, he'll only go to you. For literally anything. Any physical therapy? He'll only ask for you. Sick? he'll visit you every day to get a checkup.

-adding onto that, he knows that being a medic can be stressful. He'll do anything and try to make you relax. Massages, movie nights, and even try and cook for you. He'll place you in his lap and try to relieve you of stress from work.

-If you two ever have to go on separate missions, Rein will be contacting you every day. He'll send emails and call you whenever you're both free to talk. Rein will and can talk for hours so you may not get sleep that night.

-Once you two meet up again from your mission, he'll give you the biggest bone crushing bear hug. He gets so excited to see you that he can't contain himself.

-he hasn't felt this kind of love in years, so he may be clingy in the beginning. At times it can be suffocating. But You two can talk it out and create boundaries,

-The two of you sit together outside of the Watchpoint: Gibraltar, gazing up at the stars. He wanted to have a moment of peace for you two. It was fresh into your relationship with Rein and it was the honeymoon phase. He held your hand as you two talked about anything and everything.

-"Mein engel...I'm happy we were able to find time for ourselves..." Rein said, leaning down to place a kiss on your head. You smiled, feeling a sense of joy, "Me too... I know this is not the most romantic place but...anywhere with you in amazing.." You told him, smiling up at him

-He laughed, "You know such a way with words.." Rein said, his hand now caressing your face. He then pulled you into his lap, holding you close. The two of you sat with each other in a comfortable silence.

NSFW:

-It's pretty obvious. Size difference.

-He loves holding onto your small body as he thrusts into you. It's a huge turn on to watch you underneath him.

-Because my man is huge...There is going to be a small belly bulge. He's a sucker for it. He knows he's huge (not just height) and he's so proud you can take him

-He loves to top, a soft dom. he never gets too rough from the fear of hurting you, but a couple ass smacks never hurt anybody

-Rein doesn't know how he feels about toys. He's old fashioned and thinks he should give you pleasure. I think one you show him a vibrator and it can help during sex, he'll come around

-Sometimes he'll use a vibrator on you. He'll sit you in his lap and press it against your sensitive. And my man is strong, so you won't be getting out of his grip any time soon. Also use one on him, he'll go crazy

-FULL NELSON! FULL NELSON! IDC IDC IDC.

-he'll show his strength by folding your legs back behind your head, his hands holding the backs of your knees and thrust into you.

-Since he is older, sometimes he can get achy bones. Just ride him and make him feel better <3 He also loves seeing you ride him. He'll run his hands up your chest and hold your breast as you bounce on him <3

-Loves getting blowjobs from you. He loves standing up and looking down at you. He'll rest a hand on your head and praise you.

-He is big down there so taking his dick will take some practice. Just take your time, Rein is a very patient man with you...and he knows his size is big so he'll help you practice deepthroating <3

-He can get insecure about his age. You're so much younger and he feels you deserve better. Worship his body, praise him, and tell him how much you love him

-Standing sex <3 that's all I have to say

-He loves to eat pussy. Idc he loves to give you pleasure. He will feel bad about his beard rubbing against your thighs and giving you a brush burn :(

-He loves when you show him new things and learning with you is a huge turn on. He always tells you that you can teach an old dog new tricks <3

#overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch smut #reinhardt #reinhardt x reader #reinhardt wilhelm #overwatch headcanons

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scuderiahoney · 2 months

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if u are still doing the five fun facts.. may i request strawberry wine verse if no one else has?? if someone else has then blackbird 🫶🏻 -cait

cait. my love. i have been HOPING someone would ask ab strawberry wine and give me an excuse to talk ab them. thank you.

five fun facts:

reader loves stroopwafel. max finds this out when they’re just friends but he’s got a huge crush on her and he is THRILLED by this development. he brings them back from the race in Zandvoort, he gets his family to send them to him, he teaches her how to make them.

i think they probably waited a while before going public public with their relationship, like on social media and everything. Max is proud to be dating her but he’s also quite protective and he doesn’t want to see her get hurt.

they have a joint bachelor bachelorette party in Vegas. it’s Danny’s idea. Max agrees begrudgingly even though he hates Vegas. she tries to convince him to get married there while they’re drunk, but Danny steps in and puts an end to that. bc as much as max hates Vegas, he loves her more and he’d probably go along with it.

the cats! i did not talk an the cats nearly enough in the later parts tbh. it’s established from the original fic that the cats both reallllly like her and that only gets worse when her and max move in together. she is the favorite parent, max is extremely jealous.

almost forgot ab this one but it’s in some of the notes i have for the fic- reader doesn’t know Dutch before she meets max, so when he starts calling her things in Dutch she has absolutely no idea what he’s saying. schatje? engel? liefje? she figures they’re just friendly nicknames until she notices he’s mostly using them for just her. can see Max saying full sentences in Dutch just to drive her crazy. and once she learns enough Dutch he switches to German.

#oh no I miss strawberry wine max :/#strawberry wine verse #strawberry wine #box box #mutuals 💛#enchantecafe

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smninthisworldd · 10 months

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Adrenaline ; König x gn!reader ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x gn!reader(gender neutral terms, no mentions of reader’s gender identity), smut, nsfw, established relationship, dating, masturbating, male masturbating, phone sex, sexy pictures, desires, male orgasm & ejaculation,

first person POV (König’s POV)

MASTERLIST

The adrenaline rushed through my veins whenever I was on the battlefield, running through the field under me, chasing enemies and crushing their bones like it was nothing.

It was usual for me, towering over them and looking into their frightened eyes, before smashing their head or breaking their spine.

Nothing my partner, the dearest love of my life, was used to. Aware of my capabilities, of what I did in the battlefield, fear did not ever cross their feelings.

My thoughts would often go to them when I was on a mission, them being the reason I always returned home.

I soon was able to find a hidden spot in a building, away from the gunshot noises. I could still hear those, but the thought of my lover filled my mind to the point I wasn't concerned on my mission anymore. A little break wouldn't hurt anyone... right?

I unplugged my mic, I knew this was extremely unprofessional, and I knew the risks I was taking. I could've either been killed, caught or discharged. But I couldn't care less in that moment, as I thought about them, the adrenaline that mixed up with the knowing that after that mission I would go home, made my mind dizzy.

All I knew how to do was take off one of my gloves and pick up my phone. Two notifications popped on the lock screen, under the name 'Mein engel'. I immediately opened them, only to find a picture of my partner, and a provocative text message.

The picture they sent me was driving me crazy. Heart racing, pounding in my chest, my hand clutching around my phone, my eyes fixed on the picture. I began looking at the soft curves of their body, enhanced by the spicy lingerie they were wearing.

My lips parted, I breathed heavily, thinking about how their skin felt so soft under my fingertips, how their back arched for me, how good we were at making each other feel in paradise, and I couldn't help but feel my erection forming.

Especially because the text message they wrote was: "Waiting for you to come home, big boy". And they knew I loved the way those words slipped out of their mouth.

I chuckled and reached, with my bare hand, the button of my pants, undoing the zipper afterwards, too. I revealed my half-hardened member and my own touch caused goosebumps throughout my entire body.

And my mind raced to the moments me and them shared together, how I was able to pull moans and whimpers out of their lungs, shaky breaths of pleasure whenever I touched their intimacy, stimulated their sensitive spots, praised their body like it was a marble sculpture.

I grabbed my cock and started masturbating myself at the thought of how good their hand would've made me feel in that moment. My hand was cool and rough, the complete opposite to the soft one I was used to.

I leaned my head back, allowing myself to feel pleasure, despite duty calling. «Fuck..» I whispered, moving my hand on my shaft, feeling it harden with each slow movement.

Their picture still on my screen, I moaned as I looked down at it again. My chest was rising and falling quickly, my fingers tightened around my girth, causing my mouth to open slightly to let out some heavy breaths.

I tried my best to hold them back, but the thought of what awaited me back home was overwhelming, much more than the current environment I was in.

I felt my dick throb profusely in my hand, pulsing and twitching so hard, just at the thought of it. Savoring the feeling of rubbing my long, thick shaft slowly, imagining their body taking me in, pressed underneath me, filling their walls to the point their eyes rolled back.

Precum lubed my tip as I spread it around with my thumb, gently rubbing the slick up and down my length. Fuck, I needed this so badly.

It had been a long, rough week of training, work out and stress. I couldn't wait any longer, really. I knew I was risking my life, my career for this... but my needs came first in that moment.

I couldn't stop watching the picture, thinking about that lingerie, and how bad I wanted to rip it off their body. I wanted nothing more than to feel their body beneath mine, sweating, panting, needy. Our arousals and needs mixed together, dripping down their thighs.

«Oh Gott (oh God)...» I whispered, my ears were muffled, not allowing me to hear even my own voice well.

I bit my bottom lip and threw my head back against the wall, my grip tightened, I twisted my hand around my tip and all the way down, groaning at the loud sloppy sound that was coming out of all this.

I shivered and thrusted my fist up and down my cock over and over again, harder and faster. My arm began to ache, but I couldn't stop. I needed to cum, desperately. I hissed and whimpered subtly, my teeth digging into my bottom lip.

I was getting close, and involuntarily let out a loud whimper, my hips sliding downwards, my abs contracting and my grip on the phone tightening even more as I felt myself on the edge.

My mind clouded, full of thoughts about our hip bones grinding against each other, hitting perfect spots every single time we met. How their ankles would be pushed all the way back to their ears just to give me access to that pretty little tight hole down there, for me to stretch and fuck.

«Just like that... fuck..»

The marks we gave each other, hickies and love bites running down our bodies, starting from our necks and all the way down our thighs, both of us signed as each other's properties.

My arm was shaking, burning at the speed, meeting my crotch with every single push, creating a clapping sound against my skin. I grabbed a hanky in anticipation, luckily I thought, I always had some with me.

I chased my orgasm desperately, whining for it, my body spasming as I continued to masturbate on the edge of release. My hand moving faster, my grip feeling tighter around my pulsing dick, soaked and deeply stimulated as suddenly my climax hit me.

My muscles tightened, contracted, as I thrusted my cock as hard as I could into my fist. My eyes rolled back as cum leaked violently from my pulsing intimacy. My whimpers rang out desperately despite me trying to hold them back, to keep those to myself. I managed to cup my tip with the hanky, that was soon drenched, soaked in my juice.

Some of it dribbled down my length, as I continued to stroke myself slowing down but not quitting yet. My own warm cum felt heavenly on my pleading and sensitive dick now, which caused me to turn my head to the side against the wall, heavy breathing again, overstimulating myself into another orgasm, chasing it.

«Yes, just like that... oh fuck..»

The sloppy, wet sound of my cock was obscene as my second orgasm had me biting my lips harder, my brows knitted together, my legs shaking. My hand was completely soaked in my pleasure, my need, my desperation. I had to grab another hanky to finally clean myself off when I slowed down to a stop.

I continued to lay there, breathless and dazed. My phone buzzed on the solid concrete underneath me, where it fell due to my multiple spasms.

"Hope I didn't distract you, my love."

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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ellies-cove · 3 months

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Hey hey! I see you're a new writer, so I would like to welcome you with a request, if that's alright! I can see you mentioned writing for Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. I don't know if you're including the Warzone characters as well, buuuuuut.... how about headcanons for TF141+König having a crush on/trying to date/being in a relationship with someone taller than them? Like maybe *significantly* taller even! Hope you have a great day :D

TF141 + Konig and a taller S/O!

(You had no idea how much I giggled over this tysm!!)

TW: Mentions of bruises, poorly translated Gaelic and German.

These are not my characters, if the owner wants me to take down the post I wouldn't mind. :) - Moon 🌕

GHOST

He believed love was stupid, something little kids believed. Until he saw you. He was head over heels. Literally. He was sparring with you and you had your foot on his head as he looked up, realizing how pretty you were. He loved how tall you are but when Soap would tease him he'd get all blushy and grumpy. "How's your forest... the new recruit?" Soap would ask Ghost, teasingly. When you first started dating he felt like he was dating Aphrodite. Loves your legs, even if they're bruised he'll kiss them away. His neck always hurts from glancing at you. When he's stressed he'll let you spoon him, smiling under that damn mask he won't take off.

PRICE

You never thought a man, a gentleman would be interested in you. Until a Sunday morning. He was trying to get a cup from the higher parts of the cabinet, cursing silently as he was reaching for the damn cup. You handed it to him and did his iconic smile, "Thanks Love." After that, he would purposely do stuff like that. If you were sick, injured, and couldn't go to the meetings he would spend 10 minutes to.... 2 hours talking about you. When you started to date he would give you princess/prince treatment loved putting your legs on his lap and rubbing them. If you got injured in battle he'd pick you up and run to the medic. Sure he may have half your body dangling but he can't hold his tall S/O!

SOAP

Scotland is full of short people (I looked it up don't yell at me pls) so when he saw you he was in awe. He was used to Ghost being tall but... A woman?! He asked Ghost for advice. He gets jittery and anxious if you touch him. He'd melt like ice cream on a hot summer day if you gave him hugs. You his sun to him. When you started to date he would teach you Gaelic. (Scottish language) He'd laugh as he heard you try to say a pet name is Gaelic. "It's Gràdh, Lass." (Love) Finds it absolutely adorable if you write him love letters or love notes in Gaelic or in English. Even if it's a luv u.

GAZ

He's a quiet man, speaking only when spoken to. But when it comes to you he's yapping like his life depends on it. If you smile at him while he yaps he'll be a goner. Loves to give you gifts like little heart necklaces. when you two started dating he would give you princess treatment. Like Price, he loves to lay your legs on his lap. He's a hopeless romantic, give him hand kisses. He's a bit of a book worm. He has so many books like "how to Win a Person's Heart" and "How to date a Tall Person." He would never make fun of you being tall.

KONIG

He's baffled. He can't speak. When he first saw you he couldn't speak for days. "Hey Konig do you know where the coffee grinds are?" "U-Uh......huh.....mm...u-u-h...." "Sorry?" "Huhmnhmmm....." "N-Never mind..." He would try to measure you sometimes. When you two started dating he loved it. Especially if you're chubby. Loves resting on you, chubby or not. Can spend hours looking a you, giggling like a schoolgirl. Calls you "Liebe, Mein Herz, Engel..." (Love, My heart, Angel)

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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Do you think maybe there are some nights where kö and her dont.... Do it? Like absolutely no interest in intercourse? maybe he was too tired and she was stressed over something and both of them just cuddle on her bed

For sure!! ��

König has an insane sex drive and he's crazy about Engel so the first few weeks would be quite wild... But after that, they start to enjoy other forms of intimacy. König would soon form an addiction to cuddling, honestly.

First of all he loves to fall asleep while spooning/holding her. They would take the longest naps after work (he's always sound asleep in minutes because his nervous system instantly relaxes in her presence). König secretly wishes he could fall asleep while lying on top of her, and get her to hold him for a change... but fears he would crush her so that never really happens. He tries to use her chest as a pillow every now and then though. If they do share some sexy times it usually happens after the cuddling. And after that, they cuddle some more because König sometimes gets post sex depression 😔 He would want to keep her close for comfort.

He would seek her out more and more often – and not just to have sex or cuddles. König is an outdoors man so they would spend a lot of time in nature/go for walks. In the summertime they take naps outside too (they would have lots of secret places no one else knows about). & He would be such a gentleman in certain things. Reader gets tired? He carries her back. Thunderstorm approaches? He already knows this abandoned building where they can run for shelter. The lightest spring rain interrupts their little walk? König immediately offers his jacket/sweater/whatever to her etc etc.

And König's obsession slowly turns into clingy co-dependency, unfortunately. There's no getting rid of him once he develops trust and love for someone.

#answered #yandere könig is a cuddler #he would become so codependent 😐#a clingy gentleman with poor impulse control

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luasworks · 27 days

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stitches // Konig x Medic!Reader

summary: Konig gets injured on a mission. luckily for him, his partner is a medic...

request: x

word count: 689

a/n: my first full length (non drabble) fic on my blog !! i hope you all enjoy it and I'm open to suggestions for my writing (both asks and critiques) in my asks box :P

I hear groans coming from outside the door of my infirmary. I opened it to see none other than my boyfriend, Konig stood there, clutching his shoulder as dried up blood covered his hand. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to have Konig visit me in the infirmary with all kinds of injuries from small scratches from brambles and barbed wire to large gashes from knives or deep wounds from being shot. This was one of those times where his injury is on the more severe side.

Despite his large frame and usual high tolerance for pain, the 6’10 giant couldn’t ignore the pain that was oozing from his shoulder. In a hurry to get him stitched up, I immediately ushered him to the gurney inside my room and administered some pain relief via an IV drip, “small scratch.”

I watch him wince from the pain, his face paling by the second, “stay will me, Ko, you’re gonna be okay.” I repeat the same words over and over to keep him conscious. “Talk to me, Ko, tell me about anything.”

“Y-You’re so p-pretty,” he pants as I remove his helmet and mask which makes his hair look all crazy.

“You’ve got helmet hair,” I chuckled and placed an oxygen mask on his face, “Like Rod Stewart.”

I hear him chuckle lowly at my comparison, but his smile very quickly disappears when I begin using a scalpel and forceps to remove the bullet which had evidently lodged itself into the man's shoulder. “Just breathe, I’ve almost got it out. Stay with me, keep talking.”

“It hurts, Maus,” he says at almost a whimper, making my heart break for him. I coo at him and finally, I remove the lodged bullet.

With a quick inspection, I recognise it as a 9x19mm Parabellum bullet, small but painful little fuckers. I put it in the sterile bin and I started cleaning up Konig’s wound, “sharp sting while I clean the site, Ko.”

“Please… go slow,” He says softly. I nod and slow down my actions as I clean the wound, gasps and sharp breaths still coming from his mouth from the pain. I watched his face as it screwed up from the agony. The thing that I always adored about Konig is that no matter how much pain he was in - physically, mentally or emotionally - he would never raise his voice at me. He always used a soft tone of voice and the usual pet names; Maus, liebling, mein engel, and more.

I finish disinfecting the area and I start to stitch it up, making sure to do so with extra precision and caution as the area would be extremely tender and painful. He immediately started groaning from the pain - clearly the drip isn’t doing anything.

The last stitch is completed and I tie it off, “all done,” I say with a smile as I place a bandage over the area to prevent infection or the stitches getting ripped open. The look on his face is complete and utter relief along with a smile of thankfulness. He reaches his good arm out for me, unclear whether he wants a hug or for me to just hold his hand, so I decide on a hug. I carefully hugged him where I wouldn’t catch his wounded area. His arm wraps around me tightly, his muscles flexing as he tightens his hold, almost crushing my lungs. While on missions, Konig is a cold, heartless man, killing anyone who dares to stand in his way but at home with me, he's the complete and utter opposite. He’s always clinging to me, a hand always resting on my thigh, hip or intertwined with my own.

Deep in his soul, he’s a broken and hurt child. A broken and hurt child that was forever bullied for being different. A broken and hurt child that’s deprived of love, searching and yearning for it wherever he can. When he loves, he loves hard, almost too much for his own good. He’s forever stuck between wanting love and believing he doesn’t deserve it but I know he does. I know he deserves love.

#luas works #call of duty #cod #konig x reader #konig cod #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #konig

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mitsukiwa · 4 months

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Baby, love me cause I'm playing on the radio.

Previous I Pt 7

WARNING!!! There will include: angst, fluff, smut, love triangle Summary: You love bill and there’s no doubt in your heart, unbeknownst to you he feels the same way. You both have to overcome challenging events that leads the both of you to grow apart, what happens when his twin brother feels for you? Will you be able to crush his heart? What will you do to prevent hurting them both?

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I wake up by the lousy alarm ringing on repeat, I was a heavy sleeper.

There was this one time I slept through my entire alarm I had set It to ring for an hour, and the next hour after that.

So, yes, I'm kinda psyched I woke up with my alarm.

Though unlike other times I woke up with someone in my bed.

My back was pressed to a body behind me, with strong arms wrapped around my middle.

I'm confused for a moment, until I remember a fragment of yesterday's events.

I groan out, slapping my hand on my forehead.

Tom behind me begins to stir awake, and I tense.

I'm sober now, and not to mention hung over, I really need a aspirin right about now.

"Guten morgen, meine Engel" he rasps out.

I wiggle out of his hold, sitting upright and leaning over to the side to shut off the alarm, that was obnoxiously ringing.

"Morgen" I simply say.

I was too hungover to complain about it.

I rub the sleep off my eyes with my palms. A yawn escapes me while doing so.

I turn back to look at him, "wow, you look so angelic in the morning" he saids teasingly.

I flash a fake smile, "and you look like a puffed up pufferfish" I make sure to give a sassy tone.

"She's cranky in the mornings" he states with a hand over his mouth as he let out a yawn.

Ew, why is he talking to me in second person? Well, whatever.

"He's annoying in the mornings"

He rolls his eyes at me.

I turn back around, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.

I go through any new messages from yesterday or today. Some from yesterday were from the museum in New York, some from friends.

Bill to be precise, he must've sent it last night. I click open the message.

(Bill💙)

1:32 am. Bill:Where did you run off too?

1:55 am. Bill:Gustav said you were with Tom?

2:30am. Bill:Get home safe❤️

Tom peers over my shoulder, I quickly turn my phone away from him.

"Stop being nosy" I move away.

He had a shit eating grin. "Gustav said you were with Tom" he mocked.

I roll my eyes "stop being immature."

He says something after that, but I ignore him. He absolutely hates when I ignore him.

Instead I respond to bill.

(Bill💙)

10:15 am. You: Tom drived me home

I texted. Not a minute after he texted back.

10:15 am. Bill: that's good

I get a call and it's from bill, on instinct I answer.

"Hey" I speak into the line.

Tom immediately mouths, "who is it?"

"I take it Tom's there with you?" Bill asks.

"Yes, unfortunately, the child's with me" I sigh out.

Bill laughs, and I couldn't help but laugh too. My mood lightens when bill laughs.

Tom only scowled at me.

(TOM'S POV)

"So, how did it go with that girl last night?" She asks bill.

Oh,no she was only making shit worse for herself by asking that question.

She didn't have the phone on speaker, so I wasn't able to hear what bill replied but by the looks of it, she didn't like he answer.

"Are you guys official?"

I was cringing. She was just so stubborn sometimes.

I shook my head at her disapprovingly.

Again the answer she was met with wasn't one she liked.

"Congrats"

It was obvious that was faked.

"Well,uh I've gotta go, I'm supposed to be picking up my sister from the airport, she staying with me for a few days" she than saids goodbye, and hangs up the phone.

She sighs out. I get up from the bed and walk up to her, enveloping my arms around her form.

I wanted her to feel better, it pained me that she was sad.

I also hated bill for hurting her like this and for him not even noticing it.

She looks up at me with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"He's happy"

"No, he's not-" she shushes me.

"Tom, I need to be honest"

I stay silent for her to continue.

"I like bill, but your making it hard for me"

I'm stunned, confused and a bit of amused. (Why did that rhyme 😭)

"Your being all nice and sweet, and I hate it-its confusing me" she lets out a frustrated sigh.

I smile down at her, she looks up at me for a few moments before smiling back at me.

"You're such an ass" she states. She had on a huge grin.

"I'm such an ass" I repeat.

She playfully punches my shoulder. "Shut up"

I bring up my thumb and index finger pinching them together, I act as if I were zipping my mouth shut.

And locking it, throwing the imaginary key away. She giggles at me.

She then wiggles out of my hold, walking over her closet and picking out some clothing.

She begins stripping off her clothes. I clear my throat to get her attention.

"Turn around perv" she said. Her round cheeks flushed a crimson red.

I chuckle as I turn around.

When she finished she called out "done".

I turn around, flashing her a smirk.

I put on my shoes while she runs around the room to gather her things.

I'm sat on her bed when she finally finished.

"Ima head out, lock the doors before leaving, okay?"

I gave her a firm nod. "got it," I gave her a thumbs up.

Before she leaves, i clear my throat causing her to freeze. She turns around.

"what is it?"

I tap on my cheek with my index finger. She rolls her eyes.

Begrudgingly she walks over to my spot on the bed. I can't help but grin as she stalks closer.

She leans down to peck my cheek. "be safe" I call out before she's out the door.

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🎶”I’m a Slave 4 U” by Britney Spears, of course in honor of Slave I 😘

Hey hey! Thanks for your thoughts, it’s a lovely one as always! Life has been crazy this month, but I’m finally getting back into the swing of things with writing. Without further ado, here is a little something based off the song!

This little snippet features ESB/ROTJ-era Boba, I hope you enjoy! 💚🖤

Boba is a brat tamer, change my mind…

Celebration requests are still open!

The myriad of lights bounced erratically on the walls like a sputtering heartbeat. A gargantuan swirl of color meant to evoke all manner of emotions, and yet the armored hunter sat at his booth, completely still.

But he wouldn’t for long, not if you had any say in the matter.

You’d worn your best dress, the fabric loosely swaying with your hips as you slipped through the crowd, eyes locked on his beskar-clad back. You couldn’t help the giddiness that bubbled up into your chest, painted lips curving in a smile. You’d missed your favorite bounty hunter, and he was finally back. Hopefully for you.

You were behind him before you knew it, fingers reaching out to trail over his armored shoulder, when the familiar deep rasp rumbled through your chest.

“No.”

You blinked, surprise flooding through you, followed by indignation when he didn’t even look your way. Not to be deterred, you brazenly slid in the seat opposite of him, elbows leaning on the table. Most wouldn’t dare bother such a powerful, notorious warrior. Well, you weren’t most.

“I was only teasing.” You pursed your lips in a mock pout. “Didn’t you miss me?”

The silence that followed was almost crushing. You swallowed, leaning back in the seat, suddenly wondering if you’d actually overstepped this time. What if-

“Keep it up, see where it’ll get you.” His voice was still stern, but carried the hint of a playful note.

Oh. Now it all made sense…

You grinned.

“Aww, but you know I love teasing you.” You leaned forward again, lifting a finger and daring to poke at his chest. “I love your punishments.”

He caught your finger in his firm grip, holding it centimeters away from his armor.

“Careful, little one.” His helmet tilted to the side, the lights reflecting on the black visor like starlight. “Might try something new this time.”

“Oh, should I be scared?” You raised a playful brow in challenge, not bothering to try to move your hand. “We both know I like playing with fire.”

The music shifted, flaring into another wild beat, but neither of you were paying any attention. The hunter’s focus was entirely on you.

“Well princess, let’s go to the Slave 1,” his voice was a throaty purr, easing through you like molten sin as he ran a gloved thumb on the palm of your hand, “see what your confidence gets you.”

You’d never gotten to your feet faster.

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