#könig hurt comfort

[firsttimewriter92]

Sweet boy König angst to fluff, I would love him to be protective with reader who got knocked out and him at the hospital 😭🥹

Hey sweet anon :) Based on your ask and popular demand here is a very angsty fic about you being injured and König losing his damn mind. I may or may not went a little overboard ;) So, prepare for all the angst/hurt/comfort you can handle :P It´s SFW.

Your code name is Queeny

König x f!reader

Summary: You get seriously injured and König is losing his mind. He wasn´t able to tell you yet! Would he ever get the chance to now?

Word count: 3.294

Warnings: Hurt, angst, hurt/comfort, injuries, blood, medical talk, devestated König but all the fluff in the end

“Somebody help!!!!” His panicked yells were muffled by the rushing in your ears, by the steadily slower beating of your heart, by the roaring of fire and breaking rubble all around you. It was chaos. What´d happened? One moment you were with your team, scouting for vantage points above the main battle area and the next, Boom!! Heat had encased your body as it fell. Pressure from falling concrete and steel on your chest and legs almost burying you. Why? Why was there an explosion? The enemy didn’t even make it to the area where you wanted to ambush them yet.

“Ghost! Soap! Help me!!” That voice…That booming voice. König. He never sounded like that…desperate, devastated. Your sight was blurry when you tried to open your eyes. They were so heavy. Not even adrenalin helping you stay awake. This was bad. Very bad. König…you heard hurrying footsteps and yells before some of the pressure was lifted from your legs. They felt cold and wet. Must be blood your foggy brain mused.

“No, no, no, no, no, Queeny! Eyes open, keep them open, Liebling, please!! Lt, that one! The one on her chest. I can pull her out!”

“König, calm down, we don’t know how injured she is. We can´t just lift the damn thing” you heard your Lt shout. “We have to! I´m not leaving without her!” Your heart tried to swell at König´s words. He was a sweetheart if you got to know him. Scary as all hell on the battlefield but couldn’t hurt a fly when not on duty. Your eyes tried to focus on him. His sniper hood was right above you. The whites of his eyes so clearly visible you knew how wide open they must be. His pale blueish green irises held a look of pure devastation as he gazed down at you. Strong hands held your neck in place as piece after piece of rubble was carefully removed from your lower body. The pressure and weight on your chest and abdomen however held it´s deathly grip on you.

You knew you were bleeding out from somewhere. Your hands were cold, you heart didn’t beat as quickly as it should. Your own medical experience kicked in and you knew your chances were slim if evac didn’t arrive in the next two minutes.

“-loosing too much blood. Evac, this is Ghost. How copy?” We´re out three minutes, Lieutenant. How´s the situation? “Critical!! Hurry your arses up!” You heard a gurgling sound from König´s throat above you and wished more than anything to be able to give him just one more book recommendation, to make one more cup of tea with him in the middle of the night, one more time be able to see his face. You couldn’t even touch him. His hands on the side of your neck began to shake.

“Lt” he said in a chocked up voice. “Ghost…we need to get her out from under there! When evac arrives we need to leave within the minute.”

“He´s right, Lt. We have to try” Soap on your other side sounded worried beyond measure. A deep sigh came from your superior. “Fuckin´ hell!” he hissed. “Right, Soap. Hand me that rod, I´m goin´ to use it as a lever. Help König pull her out as soon as there´s room, got it? If we don´t try she dies anyways.” You almost chuckled at the bluntness of your Lt. He was a character, for sure, but you´d lay your life in his hands without hesitation. You´d already done so multiple times. Just like today.

Faintly you heard a helicopter landing in front of the destroyed building you were in. Slowly the pressure on your chest vanished bit by bit and by the time you felt two sets of hands pull you from the rubble, you made some throaty noises of relief. That was before the pain shot through your torso, down the length of your spine and into your legs.

A scream erupted from your throat you didn’t know you still had the strength for. Your ribs felt like they had been pulverized, your skin bruised and ripped, your muscles crushed, your bones broken.

Before you saw the evac team run in your direction the only thing you could hear was König´s raw, pleading voice. “Queeny, hold on. I know, Liebling. I know, I know it hurts. You´re going to be fine, mein Schatz. Bitte…” Your heart was screaming for him, wanting to let him know what you felt. What you had hidden away since the first time you saw him. What he truly meant to you. But your vision blurred. Blackness slowly creeping up on you as babbled, quiet pleas left his trembling lips. “Bitte…not her, please. ___, stay awake. Bleib bei mir, bitte! (Stay with me, please)”

The last thing you felt was his clammy hands leaving your body as Ghost and Soap both were needed to pull him away from you so the evac team could start their work. By the time you had lost consciousness, König was on his knees, bending over and screaming his devastation and helplessness into the concrete on which he had collapsed on. Both his arms now loosely hanging from Ghost´s and Soap´s grip standing next to him. Both men watching with empathy how their teammate broke and evac hurried you away before pulling König to his feet. “Get up, König. Come on, man! Start walking. She needs you” Soap said sternly as he pulled on König´s limp arm. He seemed to snap out of it and got up, forcing his long limbs to move and scramble after you.

Back in the helicopter the medics did everything they could to stabilize you. Throwing medical terms at each other and trying to stop your various injuries from bleeding. “She´s losing too much blood. Get me a transfusion. What´s her blood type?” One of the medics reached for your dog tags and inspected them. “O-negative” he said. “Fuck” another one said and reached for the transfusion bags. “We only have one bag left, that´s not going to be enough to get her to the hospital.”

König´s insides froze and nausea filled his stomach. Before he could dissolve into despair yet again though, Ghost caught his attention and patted his chest where his dog tags lay, pointing at König after doing so. Quickly, the Austrians gears kicked into motion and he spoke up.

“I ´m O-negative. Use my blood!” The medic´s head whipped around and he contemplated for only a second. “No other choice. Let me see your tags.” König kneeled down next to him and pulled at the chain around his neck. “O-negative, got it! When was your last check up?” König didn’t hesitate. “Right before this mission. Two weeks ago. Came back clean.” The medic seemed relieved and nodded. “Henderson, prepare a direct transfusion. Hurry.”

They managed to keep your heart beating until the heli landed on top of the nearest military hospital. You were ushered to the ER so quickly, König still had the needle stuck in his arm as he jumped out after you. Ghost and Soap had to hold him back yet again.

Hours later, König still sat in the waiting room in front of the doors of the ER. Hunched over and feeling so lost his whole body was minutes away from giving out on him. Ghost and Soap had been called back to base for a briefing with Captain Price. He was the one that ordered König to stay at the hospital and inform them regularly about your condition. The thing was, nobody bloody told him anything!

You´d been in the operating room for nearly six hours now and no nurse or doctor would give him any information. He was slowly going mad. He´d managed to overthink every single second of that morning when they first arrived on site. Were there signs of the explosive? Could he have seen it? How did they know they were going to be there? Why wasn´t it him on that operating table right now? Why? Why? Frustration consumed him at this point and angrily he pulled at his sniper hood, revealing his slightly too long auburn hair and smudged face. He couldn’t care less at this point.

His cold hands were still shaking by the time the doors opened again several hours later. 10 hours, 42 minutes to be exact. A very exhausted surgeon steered his way over to König. His hood fell from his hands to the ground in slow motion as he got up from the uncomfortable chair.

The surgeons eyes were rimmed with dark circles and he sighed deeply, ruffling his hair. “No” König whispered and tears sprung to his eyes immediately. “Nein, bitte nicht. Bitte nicht. (No, please no. Please no.)” His own hands grabbed the strands on his head. The hair you loved to ruffle, the hair that reminded you of the setting sun, you´d once said. “We managed to close the most dangerous wounds and stopped the inner bleeding. Patched up her broken leg. Her foot…her foot was difficult to repair. She´s going to need extensive physical therapy… if she wakes up. I´m sorry, we had to induce a coma. She´d lost so much blood that we fear her brain might have been without enough oxygen for too long. Only time and her own strength will tell now.”

“But…she´s alive?” König asked with a shaking voice. The surgeon nodded. “Yes, she´s alive. Breathing on her own as well. It´s a waiting game now.”

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And König waited. Waited days, weeks, months. Every free minute he could spare he spent at your side. Slowly watching your body heal and yet, the coma remained. He brought you flowers, read you stories and talked to you as much as he could. Somedays he just sat by your side and quietly let the tears fall. He missed you. He missed you with an intensity he never knew. His chest constricted every time he was sent on another mission and knew it would be several days until he saw you again. He missed your voice. Your funny little quips and encouraging words whenever his nervousness took hold of him again. You always had a way of calming him down.

It didn’t take him long to appreciate your beauty as well. How could he not? He was just a man. When you weren´t deployed, you spent your time together on base with training, reading, watching movies and drinking tea. He knew he had developed feelings for you when he noticed he couldn´t really spar with you anymore like he used to. He´d be more careful not to come at you too forcefully (a fact about which you had nearly ripped him a new one) and when he´d overwhelmed you yet again, pinning your frustratedly huffing body to the training mat, he´d realized with a stuttering pulse how warm your body was. How pliant and soft your flesh was, how your chest was heaving. He really tried to not make it a problem. Feelings in your line of work weren´t exactly a good idea. Teamwork and all that, sure. Could safe your ass. But romantic feelings were a problem.

To his despair he didn’t even have the time to tell you about his feelings. About how much they´d grown, how much you meant to him. He just wanted more time. If it meant he couldn’t work for the military anymore…he´d find something else. Maybe in the private sector…if it meant he could be with you. If it meant he had more time. But once again being caught in a dream world he was transported back into that hospital room. Quietly sobbing and dwarfing your hand in his while he watched your still sleeping form.

“They´re going to try and wake you up tomorrow, Liebling” he said with a tight voice, trying to smile. “They did some tests and your brain reactions seem to have stabilized.” König rubbed his thumb over your hand. He stood up, leaning over you. With careful fingers he stroked the side of your face lovingly. “You´re fighting so well, Queeny. You´re truly a warrior. So much more than any of us” his voice cracked at the end. He leaned down and pressed his tear streaked lips to your forehead, whispering against it. “Bitte, Queeny. Bitte komm zurück und sag´ mir jeden Tag, dass meine Haare zu lang werden. (Please, Queeny. Please come back and tell me every day that my hair is getting too long) I´ll do anything to hear your voice again.”

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The next day, König sat in the waiting room again, this time surrounded by Soap, Ghost and Price. None of them wanted to miss this. The doctors had given you the right medication to wake you up and now, everyone waited in various stages of nervousness. Ghost leaned against the wall stoically, his arms crossed over his massive chest. Price was reading some report to distract him, murmuring something under his breath and Soap sat a few chairs away from König, gnawing on his thumbnail. König however was a mess. At some point either Price´s, Ghost´s or Soap´s gaze were on him just to make sure he wouldn’t topple over.

His face was even paler than it usually was. His eyes red rimmed and deep dark purple shadows beneath them. No wonder, the man hadn’t slept properly in months. Price turned his head to him. The Captain was not at all unaware of what was going on with the younger soldier. Heavens he knew how difficult it was to maintain any kind of relationships within the military. And yes, his own marriage had made him more receptive to how König felt and how he could help him instead of telling him off. He couldn’t imagine having to deal with his wife being in a coma. He´d go insane. So he just reached out and patted König roughly on the shoulder. He didn’t much react except for a little hiccupping sound. Cold sweat was running down his neck while his hand shook like leaves.

After what felt like hours, one of the nurses came into the waiting area and König swallowed loudly, staring her down. She did seem a little nervous when she saw the intense stare with which he pinned her to the spot. “She´s asking for you, sir” she squeaked and nodded towards him. “That is, if you´re König?” A short breath escaped him quickly. “It worked?” he whispered disbelievingly. “She´s fine?” The nurse smiled and beckoned him to follow her. On shaky legs he tried to put one foot in front of the other.

Inside your room, several doctors made sure your reflexes were normal and your breathing stable. You felt so groggy. Your memory only coming back in little pieces. An explosion, rubble, smoke, pain.

“König” you whispered for the sixth time since you woke up. “He´ll be here shortly. Focus on breathing” the doctor said in a calm voice. “Your vitals look very good,___. You´ll need a lot of rest but you pulled through.”

You nodded your head. You´re alive. Alive. Able to speak, to move, if very sluggishly. König.

The door opened and there he was. His huge frame coming through the door, ducking slightly when he stepped through the doorframe. He looked horrible and your heart squeezed for your love. You held out your hand to him. “Stand up straight” you croaked with a dry throat and smiled. You only saw a whirl of auburn, pale skin and black clothing before he was leaning over you holding your face in between his shaking hands. “Queeny” he breathed. “You came back, mein Schatz.” His tears fell down the tip of his nose. You lay a hand on his and smiled up at him. “Don´t cry, König. I´m here. I´m here, my love.” A strangled sob escaped him as he carefully sat down next to you on the bed and buried his face in your neck. The doctors and nurses had all left at this point. You tried to calm him down as best you could. Humming melodies and stroking his hair soothingly.

Minutes later his tears vanished and he sat up again, looking at you a little embarrassed. You just grinned a little and stroked his face. “Missed you” you said. He took a deep breath and nodded. “Me too, Liebling. Missed you so much. I´m so happy you´re back. I was so worried” König´s eyes were trained on your face. Your heart swelled. “I´m sorry, mein Großer (my big boy). I´m sorry I worried you. I should´ve-“ “No” he said resolutely and leaned his forehead against yours, breathing you in. “You fought for months, Queeny. You fought your way back! What happened was not your fault.” Your own eyes stung with tears. “It was nobodies fault” you said. “König, I was so scared. I was so scared I wouldn’t get to tell you.” He lifted his head again looking at you wondrously. He nodded in understanding. The way you looked at him had no other outcome than you having the same feelings. He swallowed. “Tell me now” he whispered in a hopeful voice.

“I love you” you said with all the truth in your heart. He looked like a massive boulder had been removed from his chest and he was breathing for the first time. Touching every single inch of skin on your face with shaking fingertips he nodded and again tears fell down his cheeks. When you wiped them away he said “Me too. I love you so much, mein Engel.”

With that you pulled him down by his neck and kissed him happily. He responded in kind immediately, a little groan escaping his mouth. His soft lips on yours, you felt like the whole world could just bugger off. This was all you needed. All you wanted. This gentle giant kissing you so lovingly and with such care it almost felt like not enough. “König” you whispered against his lips. “König, I´m not made of sugar. Fuckin´ kiss me.”

With your permission he grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his lips so desperately onto yours, you finally felt alive. He opened his mouth slightly and not hesitating you pushed your tongue against bis lower lip. König whined as he tangled his tongue with yours, really kissing you with earnest and all the relieve he felt. “I love you” he said between kisses. “Queeny, ich liebe dich. (I love you) I want to be with you no matter what it takes. I´m yours.”

Your arms wound themselves around his torso as a tear ran down the side of your face.

A throat cleared itself from the doorway and reluctantly König detached from you. He threw a nasty look over his shoulder but pulled up his shoulders when he saw his Captain and Teammates were standing at the foot of your bed. They too wore very relieved expressions.

“Glad you´re alright,___” your Captain said with his signature smile. You laughed lightly and sent a watery smile and many thank you´s towards your Team. All the while König was still holding you, looking at you adoringly. “You´ll need extensive physical therapy, the doc said” Price continued. You nodded your head. Price saw the change in you. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at what was coming but he understood completely. He warned Soap and Ghost beforehand. “With all due respect, Captain. Ghost, Soap….” You took König´s hand in yours and looked up at him smiling brightly. He had a confused expression on his face but grinned none the less, showing his canines. You turned back to your Team, smiling happily and shrugging a little bit.

“I quit.”

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

König w/ his S/O during a Panic Attack

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, in-depth detail of panic attack, angst, comfort, FLUFF, König being the most considerate man on the planet, no pronouns used for Reader except for 'You', words of affirmation, pet names

König was...confused upon your initial request for him to lay atop you like a weighted blanket.

Why would you want a 250 lbs man to effectively crush you? Especially at a time like this??

König has social anxiety, so panic and anxiety attacks are not unknown to him.

Far from it.

They were the only entity to keep him company whenever he left the house, whenever he thought about how he'd spoken to people that day (if at all), whenever he just existed.

That was before he met you, though.

You'd staved away and starved that monster, keeping it on a short leash and choking it whenever it tried to run away with König.

And he knew that the least you deserved was for him to do the same for you.

He just thought that maybe there was a safer way to go about it?

He was conscious of his mammoth proportions, and how little you were compared to him. He just didn't want to hurt you any more than you already were.

"I just- I--" your words were muddled, you shook your hands as if trying to dry them, trying to shake off the leech-like pinches of anxiety prickling your skin.

Your breathing was short, shallow, your own unique vision of the end of your world, social, physical and mental, playing through your head, shooting a reactor's worth of adrenaline straight into your chest.

You felt as if you were going to pass out and so took a hesitant seat on the edge of your shared bed, knee bouncing the second it was able to.

Tears pricked your throat and eyes, warning you.

You sniffed, trying to keep them at bay, tying to keep the dam within from overflowing.

"I just need this right now." You looked up at him, eyes pleading. "Please."

König needed no more persuasion after that.

Though, he did have some questions.

"Won't I hurt you?" he asked, voice gentle, coaxing you out from the hole you'd dug yourself into. He stroked your hair, handling you like the delicacy you were.

You gave a weak, watery smile, a laugh wanting to break its way through.

"No, no you won't," you promised. You cupped König's cheek with a shaking hand. "I trust you."

König's heart jumped, melted.

He positioned himself above you as you lay flat on your back, caging you. Or protecting you from all that could hurt you.

Slowly, carefully, very carefully, he lowered himself onto you, making sure to avoid any sensitive areas.

His chest was pressed against yours, his legs either side of yours, and his bulking arms lay at either side of your head.

He nestled his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you.

You could both feel your heart pounding against his chest, and having something there to almost absorb the anxiety pulsing from it made you feel calmer.

You tried grounding yourself, focusing only on König's warmth encompassing you, his steady breathing against your slim, shaking breaths.

It felt as if he were projecting his calmness onto you, into you. Healing you from the inside out.

"My sweet (Y/N)," König whispered, "Whatever has you in its dastardly grip will have to answer to me before it can reach you."

You knew he was serious; there was nothing König wouldn't or couldn't do for you.

Your happiness was his top and only priority, as his had been yours.

"I'll always be here for you. Even if you feel alone and scared, I'll be there, one way or another."

His voice was soft, silken. He swaddled you in it, cradling you in a rhythm that soothed you.

You burrowed further into König, wanting to be as close to him as physically possible (as if you weren't already).

The longer you remained attached, the less frequent the the tightness in your chest contracted, the slower your breathing became.

You began to feel drowsy, the post-panic attack high - the relief of the ordeal becoming only a memory - tailing off into a lulling low.

König could sense you were growing tired, you nuzzling your nose into his neck, a habit you'd formed when you were ready for bed.

"Thank you, König," you said between sleep.

König couldn't see your face, but he knew you were smiling, he could feel it brushing against his skin.

He smiled, too, and brushed his fingers across your scalp.

"Anything for you, maus." His voice was low. He wasn't long for the world of the conscious, either.

"You will never come to harm as long as I breathe," he whispered. He could tell by your breathing that you were just entering the realms of sleep.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I promise you that."

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[konigsblog]

to cockwarm könig's huge dick would be a dream .. 💭

of course, it'll hurt at first. but after a while, you're familiar and used to the feeling of his big cock stretching you out. you're a mess when he moves slightly because any movement stretches you out more than what you're ready for :(

just want to fall asleep sitting on his cock... is that so much to ask for? ;3 🩷

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[powerfultenderness]

Hello there! I just discovered your könig neighbor series, and I was wondering what would happen if könig got hurt? Maybe he came back from a mission with something the reader notices?

As big or as little as you like. I'm obsessed for real. The way you write him is spot on to what's in my head. I'll take whatever scraps you are willing to throw out!

First, thank you so much! And I'm so sorry for taking so long with this one! I usually try to keep the requests/suggestions shorter, but this one got a little out of hand!

There's a tiny bit of angst here. But most of it is like half fluff and half suggestive. So [Mature 18+ rating]

He never imagined himself as one of those men that would rush home to see his partner. And he still wasn’t. He was a man rushing home so he could see his neighbor. After quickly dropping his bag off at home, he found himself knocking on your door and hoping it wasn't too late for you.

Thankfully you were still awake and answered the door only after his second knock. Clearly you had been getting ready for bed, as you didn't look tired but were dressed in a large t-shirt and loose fitting shorts. You smiled up at him as soon as you opened the door, "König! You're back!" 

And you jumped up and hugged him. Not your usual greeting for him, usually it was just a nice smile and a wave, if he was lucky you'd gently graze his arm. But this was the first time since you moved in that he had been gone longer than a week. 

He quickly returned your embrace, wrapping his arms around you and holding you off the floor, enjoying both the feel of your body against his and your happy little squeal. 

You giggled as he set you down, you let your hands gently glide down from his shoulders, until you were simply holding onto his arms. 

König smiled down at you, taking you in like you were the very air he breathed, and so saw the moment your face shifted from happiness to horror. You let out a little scream and jolted out of his hands, “ah! I’m bleeding!” 

“Shit! What happened?” He quickly, but gently, took your arm, smeared in blood, and looked over it with you. 

“I don’t know!” You panicked as you tried to find the source of your bleeding. 

Wait…you didn’t feel any pain. You looked up from your arm to his and gasped. “I’m not bleeding! You are!” 

It was hard to tell, as he was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, but with a closer look, you could see a dark wet patch sticking to his arm. 

He hummed quietly and followed your line of sight to look at his right arm. “Oh. Yea. I did get hurt.” 

“What do you mean, ‘oh yea’? Come here!” You tugged on his uninjured arm and pulled him into your flat.

“It’s not that bad, darling. I’m fine.” Though he protested, he followed you with no resistance. 

“Sit,” you ordered as you pointed to your couch and disappeared into the back room. 

You returned with some clean towels and a first aid kit; not a cutesy supermarket kind, he noticed, but quite the premium kind. You gently set the items down on the coffee table in front of him and headed to the kitchen, running the water until it was warm enough. 

“Why do you have this?” He asked poking through the first aid kit while you were running the water. It was good that you were prepared for emergencies, but he liked to think that you would turn to him in emergencies.

“House warming gift from my sister. The kids like to spend time with me, and one of her kids is a little accident prone.” Never, at least in your care, needed anything more than a band aid, but better safe than sorry. 

Ah. That made sense, he nodded to himself. A first aid kit of this caliber did seem like something a worried and responsible mother would gift.

You filled a bowl with warm water and set it down on the coffee table next to the rest of the supplies. “Now, let me see.” 

His injury was near the back of his right bicep, simply rolling his sleeve up didn’t even reach the wound. You hummed and dropped your hands back onto your lap. "Even I think it would be too dramatic to cut up your shirt." 

You were about to continue, to tell him to change into a shirt with short sleeves when he crossed his arms at his waist and pulled his shirt over his head. 

You should have kept your gaze up. Not only would it have been more polite, you might have caught a glimpse of his face as he pulled his shirt over his head. Hindsight. Instead your eyes immediately dropped his chest, a breath caught in your throat, as you stared at…him. When you first met, he had rolled up his shirt to show you a scar on his side, and that had sent your heart racing. But now? With his shirt completely off? Your eyes, very wide, were glued to his chest, taking in every dip of his muscles, naturally leading your eyes down and down, only disrupted by scars (that you had the sudden urge to touch) and hair that dipped down-

“Darling?” König cleared his throat nervously. “I can do it, if you are, uhm, scared of the blood.” 

You jumped, and breathed, at his voice. Crap! You were caught completely checking him out and a quick and hopefully subtle swipe to the side of your face proved that you had literally been drooling. You, brain still not caught up, scoffed at his words. Instead of taking the polite out he’d given you, you opened your stupid mouth. “Please, I’m not scared of blood.” 

How did you not notice him take one of the towels to sop up the blood on his arm?

“You’re not?” 

The way his hood moved with him, as if it were a part of him, combined with the streaks of faded paint underneath his eyes should have been intimidating. You imagine that on the field, even to his own teammates, that it is. But the way he tilted his head and how you could tell, even with the eye black still on his face, that his eyes were wide was almost…comical. It was cute. And it grounded you, out of the gutter.

“Nope. Now, let me see.” You returned to the task at hand, taking the towel from him and cleaning up the blood. 

“You are full of surprises.” 

“Not really.” You half laughed as you set the bloodied towel on the coffee table. You had meant that you had experience with blood quite often, once a month for a couple of days kind of often. But considering most men got queasy on that topic, you dropped it. “Looks like a little band aid won’t do.” 

Every time you turned away from him, this time it was to get an antibiotic ointment, König had to remind himself to calm down. Your touch was so soft and gentle, he’d been treated for such lacerations more times than he could count, but the medics were never so gentle. Of course, you didn’t have a line of patients waiting on you, but that somehow made your attention all the more special. It was a good thing you could not see his face, he was sure his entire face up to his ears was red. He would look so much less cool, would ruin the lust he saw in your eyes when he took off his shirt, if you could see just how flustered he really was. 

“Am I allowed to ask what happened?” You softly asked as you moved onto applying gauze. 

“Nothing bad.” He leaned forward just enough to get a whiff of your shampoo, or maybe it was your lotion, either way an intoxicating and fitting scent.  “An enemy managed to sneak up on me with a knife.” 

You gasped and looked up at him, eyes wide once again but for an entirely different reason. “You said it was nothing bad!” 

“It wasn’t!” He chuckled, hand moving to pat your knee. “This was all he got before I killed him!” 

His wound completely bandaged now, you froze for a moment before quickly dropping your hands. “O-oh.”

Shit. Was that the wrong thing to say? You didn’t seem to mind the violence when he told you about the scar on his side, was mentioning that he killed someone too much? His stomach dropped, were you scared of him now? You gently removed his hand from your knee and started to quietly clean up. König swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. You were pushing him away. 

“Please see a doctor or medic or whatever you have on base, tomorrow.” 

While your voice was still soft, there was a cold edge to it that made König want to drop to his knees and beg you to forgive him. 

“In the meantime, you should rest.” You finished and took his shirt from his lap and the bloodied towels and stood up.

He followed, at least he meant to, but you quickly turned and pointed back at the couch. “Rest.”

“Darling, please. I don’t need- This is fine. I am fine.” 

You crossed your arms, and narrowed your eyes at him. “König.” You dragged out his name in warning. “Sit down. And rest.” 

He sighed and sat back down, grateful for the soft blanket you had draped over the couch. The air suddenly felt cold without you next to him. 

You put away the first aid kit and dumped the bloodied towels and his shirt in the wash, luckily noticing that you also had blood on your shirt, probably from when you hugged him. You glanced over at him and he was staring straight ahead, not moving, and quickly ducked into your room. You changed your shirt, and made sure you didn’t have any more blood on you (you didn’t), before adding your shirt to the wash and returning to the living room.

He looked so massive seated like that on your couch. He was slouched a little, legs spread, right knee bouncing nervously, and his arms crossed over his chest. Oh. Maybe you should send him home now, he was half naked in your home now, after all. 

König looked up when you came back and froze, heat instantly returning to his face and chest and ears and. He swallowed thickly and forced his eyes up. You had changed from a large t-shirt to a fitted, low cut, tank top. You were looking at him with a raised brow. Shit. Had you asked him something and he missed it because he was too busy staring at your chest? 

“Are you sure you’re okay? See, this is why I told you to rest.” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He repeated, standing up and taking a few steps, standing close enough to you that you had to crane your head back just to keep eye contact.

“Where are you going?” You shouldn’t be trying to stop him from leaving, but, heart racing and blush heating your face and all, you still wanted to spend time with him.

“Oh, you know.” How could you hear his grin under that mask? “Just to work out.” 

“Don’t even joke about that.” He shrugged. “Lift some weights.”

“König.” 

“Maybe some pull ups.” 

“Just sit back down.” 

He sighed and did as you said. “I told you-”

“If you don’t rest, I’ll make you rest!” In essence, you already were! He was sitting back on the couch!

He chuckled, “oh yea? How?” 

“I’ll! I’ll, uhm…” 

“You’ll what?” Now he was laughing. It was cute how you thought you could make him do anything! (even though you just did…)

Frustrated that you could think of nothing to make him listen, you shouted a last resort: “I’ll sit on you!”

König stopped laughing and blinked at you. “...what?” 

You crossed your arms. “You heard me.” 

The silence that followed dragged on for a second too long, you shifted your weight nervously, and König suddenly started laughing again, loud and gasping for breath, as if what you said was the funniest thing ever. “You’ll sit on me! Is this a dream?”

Even if you had understood the German, it would have been difficult to make out what he was saying between all the laughing. You glared at him, misinterpreting his words as a challenge. “Don’t think I won’t do it!”

His head dropped to the back of the couch and he slapped his thigh, “do it, love!” He sat back up, chuckles still falling from his mouth, “go on. Sit on me!” 

You tried to keep glaring at him while your mind struggled to translate unknown words into English. You were pretty sure he was just repeating what you said, like he didn’t believe you. Well, he was wrong!

He finally stopped laughing and sighed, you were always so willing in his dreams. “Not a dream, yea? I thought so.” 

He tensed, like he was going to stand back up, and you moved quicker than he thought you could, not that he was going to stop you. Just like you “threatened”, you sat on him! Your hands were on his shoulders and you were straddling his lap. He froze for a moment, his mind trying to catch up with his racing heart, and looked up at you.

“Rest.” 

He swallowed and nodded. “Ok.” His hands moved from his sides to run up your thighs, his thumbs playing at the hemline of your shorts before you snatched up his hands.

“Hey!” You dropped his hands, letting them fall back onto the cushions, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Only good boys get to touch.”

König’s head flew back and he groaned, hips unintentionally thrusting up. He was panting, as if he’d been holding his breath for far too long, and looked up at you. “I can be good!” 

You half gasped and half giggled at his reaction, your blood practically sending fire to your face as your heart raced in a mix of excitement and nervousness. You thought he’d laugh at you again, instead he shifted beneath you, and looked up at you with big desperate eyes. 

 “Please.” König pleaded, hands digging into the cushions. If he needed to be good, then he couldn’t touch you again without permission. But it was so hard! You were so close to him, your weight on his lap giving such nice pressure, if only you would scoot a little closer! His eyes rolled back and his head dropped onto the couch again, as he imagined, prayed for, you rolling your hips, grinding onto his growing bulge. 

You were still though, no longer even touching him as you crossed your arms. “Hmm. Are you sure? No working out?” 

He looked at you again and shook his head vigorously. “No. No, I won’t!”

“Noo, lifting weights?” 

“No!” 

“No pull ups?” “No! I’ll be good, I promise!” 

You giggled, heart still racing at how quickly he got riled up. 

He whined and shifted under you again, not in an attempt to get you to touch him, but just to alleviate his need for space.

“Then,” you uncrossed your arms and gently took his chin in one hand, forcing him to look at you again. “What are you going to do, König?” 

He swallowed again, lips darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. Your soft, gentle, sweet little touch that he could barely feel through his hood might as well have been an iron grip, for all that he was willing to give you control of his body. He blinked, eyes searching yours for the answer you wanted to hear. “Ah, rest.” 

You smiled and dropped your hand, though he remained still. “And?” 

König’s heart dropped, his stomach alight with butterflies, and licked his lips again. “Touch you?” 

You laughed, and he laughed with you for a moment, before you shook your head. “Noo. What are you going to do tomorrow?”

“Oh! Medic!” 

“That’s right!” You cheered and much to his disappointment, climbed off of him.

He panted for breath and tried to follow you without standing up (not until you gave him permission to), and leaned forward. You chuckled and held your hand out to him, “come on.” 

He jumped up, reaching out not for your hand, but for your waist. But your hand on his chest stopped him, “you can tell me what the medic says tomorrow.” 

He once again found himself frozen and unable to think clearly. “...what?” 

You started to guide him towards the door, “oh and I’ll drop off your shirt tomorrow too.” 

“What?” 

You opened the door and nudged him through it. “Welcome home, König. Good night.” 

König stared at your closed door for half a minute before he leaned against it, his hand flying to the doorknob and finding it securely locked. Good. But…he sighed, “good night, angel.” 

[More Neighbor König]

Tagging: @warrior-of-justice

#midwesternwitchery #könig x reader #könig x fem reader #neighbor!könig #blurb #short #sorta just for organizational purposes #also i feel like this was a fluffy or hurt/comfort request but my hormones were out of control while i was writing most of it #i may have messed up the request #sorry #🤦‍♀️ #wc: 2753 #almost as much as the first part

[2kiran]

“THE STARS LEAKED, BUT NEVER GOT FAR”

pairing könig x reader genre smut. angst reader is a male. dom!reader x sub!könig cw lowercase typing. könig is sad. hurt/comfort. abandonment issues. google translated german. handjob. pet names. anal sex. gentle sex.

after a close call in a mission, könig won’t leave you alone.

the moonlit sky’s light cascaded to your window, shattering the shadows that filled your room. it was late, clock reading 02:00. you couldn’t sleep, your injury from the mission earlier made your body suffer and system awake. you lay on your bed, gazing at the ceiling.

a knock broke the silence, awakening you further from your conscious slumber. you stood up, limbs aching from how stiff they were. “hello?” you yawn, rubbing your eyes with your free hand as you opened the door with the other. there stood könig. his eyes barely peeked through your door, his tall stature having him bend down to see you. “könig? what are you doing here?”

he fidgeted with his hands, nervousness seeping into his posture. “can i come in?” he asked cautiously. you moved to the side to allow him to enter your small room. you gestured for him to sit down with you on your bed. “anythin’ wrong?” concern evident in your face and tone, it was unlike for könig to come into your room at the dead of night. “i’m just-” then he snapped, voice wobbly and tears pouring from his eyes. alarms blared in your head.

“könig?! why? did something happen?” you made him face you, left hand on his shoulder and your right holding one of his. “i’m- i’m scared of lo...losing you.” he said in between his stutters, more tears cascading as the words left his mouth. you’re surprised at his outburst. you didn’t expect that he, your colonel, would be this afraid of you gone. your injury must have awfully terrified him.

you squeezed his hand in reassurance, “you won’t lose me.” you said. “what- what if it had been worse? i can’t b-bear the thought of you... d-dying. you s-scared me,” his accent became apparent through his sobs, “i can’t- you should’ve listened to me!” a weak not-so yell, his hand lightly punching your shoulder. “i know, i’m sorry.” a small smile spread across your lips, he cared for you.

“d-don’t do that again,” he hiccups, “they c-could’ve killed you a-and i wouldn’t have b-been... a-able to do anything about it.” more tears, “i can’t... i can’t lose anyone else, especially n-not you.” his hood was stained with his tears. “i won’t.” you pulled him into a hug, his head on your chest. he sobbed more loudly now. he squeezed you, an assurance to himself that you were real. you grunted in pain, he squeezed you a little too hard.

he suddenly freezed, sobs weakening. this made you confused, you looked down at him and shifted yourself in a more comfortable position. something bumped your inner thigh and you became frozen. könig wanted to cry even harder and run away out of embarrassment, but you kept him caged in with your hug. “are you...?” you carefully questioned, making sure your tone didn’t sound judgmental. “m sorry, ‘m sorry. i didn’t mean to-” you cut him off, “it’s okay, don’t worry.” you rubbed your hand up and down his back to soothe him. “do you want me to help you?” you mentally slapped yourself in your head, he wanted to vent out his feelings and scold you for disobeying, not have sex with you!

he weakly nodded, pulling you impossibly closer. “lay back for me?” he obliged with your request, “on your elbows.” there he lay, using his elbows for support to be able to properly look at you. you intertwined your fingers with his, kissing his gloved knuckles.

he lifted his mask above his nose, revealing the bottom part of his face to you. a scar littered his jaw, fair skin and crooked nose exposed to you. pink, full lips with a perfect cupid’s bow parted just for you.

you pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “you’re beautiful.” his eyes sparked at your compliment, a blush forming on his cheeks. “d-danke.” (thanks) he hiccuped.

you kiss his jaw, lips tracing to his neck down to his collarbone. könig whined impatiently, troubled hands grabbing your shirt’s collar and pulling you into a kiss. you tug at his closed mouth and he parted his lips in response, allowing your tongue to enter. your tongue fought with his, a moan leaving him.

a thin trail of saliva connected your mouth to his as you pulled away to breathe. he cried for more, and you can’t deny him no longer.

“könig.” his name leaves you breathlessly, “do you want to take it further?” before you were finished speaking those words, he nodded eagerly. “please.” he pleaded not only with his voice, but with his eyes too. you kiss him once, before you slip your fingers into his pants and pull them down along with his boxers. his cock practically begged for attention, your attention.

you sat on your knees on the bed and you grabbed his knees, letting his legs rest on your waist and manuevering him to reveal his hole to you. he was... wet?

you didn’t intend to stare, but him hiding behind his hands made it evident that it seemed that way. “i- i prepared myself... earlier. i mean- i didn’t plan on doing this with you! i just... you were on my mind before i... es tut mir leid.” (i’m sorry) he rambled, tumbling over his own words. you rubbed his hip.

“hey, it’s okay. i don’t mind that.” you shushed him, beginning to stroke his cock. he bucked his hips up at the sensation. you pulled your pants and boxers down, revealing your own aching one. he seemed impressed at your size, because his eyes widened at the sight. “you think... it’ll fit?”

his tone was uncertain but his eyes glinted in excitement. the corners of your lips threatened to curl upwards in a form of a smile. “i’ll make it fit.” with that, you inched yourself inside his hole. taking it slowly for him to be able to adjust.

“ah, scheiße.” (ah, fuck) he gripped the sheets below him. he was big himself, about 10 inches. a lot of people assumed he was born with his height to make up for what was in between his legs, but they were so fucking wrong. you were now inside of him down to the hilt. you noticed that könig began to sweat. “relax, sweetheart.” you attempted to calm him down.

“b-bitte bewegen.” (please move) he wiggled his hips impatiently, and you took that as your cue. you pulled back until only the tip of your cock was inside, and you suddenly thrusted in. “mmf– mein gott...” (my god) he moaned. he wasn’t completely over his worries, so you fucked him gently to soothe his overwhelming thoughts. “wait... your injury– nng!” you stroked his cock, synchronizing it with your thrusts. “i’m fine.” you assure.

“i don’t wanna hurt you.” he grabbed your wrist almost in protest. “könig, i wouldn’t be doing this with you if it hurt me.” you replied. he was so cute. his lips trembled as he twitched.

you dragged your cock against his walls, finding his sweet spot soon after. your hips followed a steady rhythm. he really was a sight. a star whom leaked tears for you, one who traces after your being and does not stay too far away. one who will forever refuse to leave you alone. he longs after your presence, just as much as you long for his. it’s like you were made to be together, a reflection of one another.

“mein liebling, ich bin nah dran.” (my darling, i’m close) he gasped as you repeatedly hit his prostate, not giving him any rest. a few more thrusts, he came. his cum flowed in between your fingers. you weren’t quite there, yet. “schatz, i- nngh. h-harder.” (treasure) you thrusted just a little harder as he requested, friction increasing as he whined louder. his words were mixed in german and english. you marveled over the fact that you broke him enough until he couldn’t speak a comprehensive thought in one language. he began to meet with your thrusts, his thighs shook with every movement.

he adored you with every single fiber of his soul. if this was a dream, he’d rather be in his slumber forever. it’s selfish, he knows that, but with every kiss and word dedicated to him he refuses to let you go. “hngh– please tell me you won’t.. ah! leave me.” he begged, his hands now on your forearms. “i won’t, i won’t leave you.” you groaned as you got closer to the edge. “don’t d...do that again” he whimpered, “mhm, i won’t, könig. ‘m sorry. where y’want it?” you rushed your words out, nearly reaching your peak. he was going to cum again too.

“in me. fuuck, feel s-so good. bitte, hör nicht auf. ich brauche dich so sehr, nngh!” (please, don’t stop. i need you so bad) he whined, you came inside of him and it triggered his. as the last few spurts left you both, you laid on top of him, not quite leaning your full weight on him. you panted, feeling your cum leaking from his hole down to your softening cock.

“feel better?” you ask, a lazy smile forming on your mouth. he hummed in agreement, “stay with me for a while, mein schatz.” (my sweetheart)

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[jupiterredolent]

SOME OF YALL ARE JUST…

you know that angst is fucking delicious when you can feel your heart sinking in your chest. some of y’all are just too damn good, omg.

#batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #battison x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #könig x reader #x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #angst writing #angst prompt #angst fanfic #captain john price x reader #john price x reader

[vampsquerade]

i need some huge konig comfort because im so upset :(

dude of course! i’m so sorry for getting to this a little late, but i hope you’re feeling better being upset is never fun and how long i took probably didn’t help you :c wishing you the best and lord of love

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König x GN!Reader: Righting Someone’s Wrong

Trigger Warnings: angst with a good ending, hurt/comfort, accidental stalking(?), scars, failed dates, kissing, embracing, anxiety, apologies, threatening language, use of Y/N

Life has a really shitty way of having to balance things within the universe for everybody in the world. Some people tend to get very lucky while others are given the opposite side of the coin. Day in and day out, every second, imaginary numbers would change sequence to infinite possibilities and change the probability outcome. You were convinced it would just stay that way for you forever; today was a day with some terrible odds. Everything somehow, some way, went completely wrong for you. You had been waiting for a date for a whole hour and a half, and they’d never arrived.

You felt so stupid for waiting there so long just for nothing. It made the man who was patrolling the streets very curious about you, even more so now that he saw your depressed facial expression. The man sucked up any thought that told him to not interfere and at a staggering 6’6”, walked into the café you’d been in. “Hey, do you mind if I join you?” the gentle giant asked. Your head whipped up and you wiped at your eyes with a napkin, “O-Oh…no not at all…” you say. The man nods and takes his seat in front of you, giving you a gentle smile from beneath the mask he wore over his mouth to conceal his identity while on patrol.

“Are you feeling alright? You seem very upset right now…I may be a stranger, but I do wish to allow you to have someone you can trust and talk with,” the man said as he tapped on the table with one finger. You remain silent, trying to recompose yourself for a moment before speaking. “I-I…I’m really not feeling alright…to be honest,” your voice has become a little strained as your throat tightens, “because my date totally bailed. And I feel so stupid.” The stranger looks at you with the most gentle, soft, and sad eyes you’d ever seen as he reaches out for your hand now. “That’s upsetting—I’m so sorry that happened to you…um…” he becomes bashful.

With his other hand, he fidgets with his hood for a moment before recomposing himself, “Would you mind if I was your date?” he asks, squeezing your hand tighter. Visibly flustering, you stare at him with wide eyes, “You want to make this a date? Truly?” The man nods, laughing nervously, “B-But if you don’t it’s okay! I will understand if you just need your time alone.” His voice, while anxious, is still as gentle as you expected it to be. A small laugh escapes your lips when you see how nervous he is, feeling a sense of ease at the sight. “Well, I’m not opposed to the idea,” you say, smiling.

Squeezing his hand, you see the man’s sad eyes twinkle with hope that he can actually make you feel better. He was determined to make you feel better and that’s what cheered you up a bit. “So…give me your name? I can’t just go on a date without knowing what to call you,” you say, teasing him a little bit. “O-Oh! Yes, okay…my name is König. A-And you?” The stranger you may now identify as “König” said, asking you the same thing. “You can call me Y/N…thank you for actually agreeing to be my date today…that’s really sweet of you for a stranger…” you say, complimenting him for being nice enough to be your date.

You could tell he was getting flustered, blushing enough to where his whole face was red. “W-Well, it’s my duty to be there for the people whenever they need me to be and…well, you looked like you needed someone to be there for you.” König says, wanting to make you feel appreciated and cared for. Now it was your turn to get flustered, and since he was able to see your face better, his perceptive sniper’s eye was able to catch the visible scrunch of your face as you pursed your lips for just a moment. “Heh…made you feel all warm, didn’t I?” König asks in a playful manner, tapping on the table again to see if you’ll repeat the rhythm like you had earlier.

Laughing softly, you shake off his flirting a bit and recompose yourself. Tapping against the table once more, the sad look in König’s eyes seems to go away now when he hears it and watches you do it. “Do you normally tap on tables like that?” The question is innocent nature, just wanting to get to know him better. “Ja, sometimes—it’s just a force of habit,” König sighs softly, looking at you with a different gaze now. One more, nervous and gentle at the same time. “Now I will admit…I have been watching you for a good bit…but not in a creepy way, okay?” he confesses, making your eyes widen just a bit.

Not a word comes out from you, and yet you decide to allow him to keep talking. Based on the expression he’s got, he’s desperately having a battle in his mind if he could keep saying what he was trying to tell you. “I was watching your expression change from so excited, to nervous, before becoming depressed once you realized what your date did…” König continues to confess. Hearing he had been watching you for the entire time and now seeing he was doing this to keep you company and make you feel better, all those feelings of dread washed away. This was a man you could feel safe with, despite his sudden appearance.

“I’ll admit, it sounded…pretty creepy, but—!” you begin to speak, stopping once you see König’s sad eyes somehow become sadder, “but, it was because you didn’t finish explaining. Am I allowed to ask what your line of work is?” you then ask, wanting to know more. He then perks up when you ask about him more, “I can’t give all the details, but we can just say I’m a soldier…from Austria. Where? It’s a surprise—well…” he trails off, laughing to himself a little, “more like a secret.” König teases before standing up. You’re a little confused when he does, but when König offers his hand to you, it just makes you smile.

“Come on, let’s change your plans up—last minute style. I know a good spot to enjoy someone’s company. It’s pretty romantic too, but a little far,” König says. Taking the chance with another random stranger today, you go for it by grabbing his hand and standing up. Taking your things with you in your other hand, you step out of the café together and begin to walk down the bustling city streets. You have no idea where König’s leading you, but for some reason, a lot of trust is being put into him right now. This man probably has the capability to fucking kill you considering his imposing stature…and yet he seems a little too nice to do so.

Maybe because you don’t pose a threat at all.

Eventually, König has led you to a nearby park, one you particularly liked due to its proximity to a forest with a trail that branched off into it. “Oooo, getting me to a secluded location, eh? What, gonna kill me?” You tease, making König look at you in disbelief. “What? Why would I do that? You’re too cute and nice to kill—you’re not one of my targets, so I’ll spare your life,” König says. His tone is a little too cheerful when he says this, making you feel a little nervous now. “Nobody should ever get that excited at the thought of telling someone they’re not the target he’s supposed to kill. Wait—he fucking said what?” Instantaneously, your brain speaks to all nerves and cells in your body; fight or flight seems to kick in.

“So your work is dangerous…��� you whisper softly to yourself. “Not only that, but it’s a big secret. Be good for me and don’t say a word, okay?” König says, his voice still eerily cheerful. Your stomach drops a bit more once, making you stop dead in your tracks. “Hey, what’s the matter? Did I scare you? I’m sorry—truly I didn’t mean it…” König asks as he stops walking himself. In this moment, you turn yourself away from him to process what was going on. “Y/N…? Please look at me…” he pleads you softly, eyes filled with an apologetic gaze.

You slowly do as you’re told, your eyes meeting König’s. “l won’t bring you harm, okay? I can see you look scared but you’ll need to trust me—I’m a military man,” he speaks to you in a gentle tone, “and that’s all I can give about this. I have values, and don’t believe in the harm of someone who doesn’t deserve it.” König then cautiously reaches out for you, as if reaching for a frightened animal. Not a single muscle moves, keeping you completely frozen in place. Large, gentle hands then hold onto your shoulders in an attempt to let you know he was about to embrace you. He continues to move, pulling you into a hug.

You’d expected König’s body to feel cold and off putting as well as give you more reason to run away right now, but you don’t. He’s extremely warm in the cold autumn air, relaxing you enough to feel safe once again. You would stay this way for a whole minute, as König then tries to comfort you as best as he can to calm you down. “I promise you that I would never want to bring you harm,” he continues speaking, stroking the nape of your neck a little to reassure you. You then feel him take a deep breath before sighing shakily. It’s as if König was preparing to continue fighting for your trust.

“I…I was bullied a lot, as a kid. I can understand that fear of being hurt by people who barely know you…” He says, confessing to you a reason that would at least prove he won’t do anything to hurt you. You look up at König from his chest, and he looks down to meet your eyes. “If anything, I won’t let anybody hurt you. I want to protect you a lot, okay? I will do everything to make sure that nobody hurts you,” he says, voice filled with determination. König’s grip on you becomes tighter and more protective, clearly taking this seriously. Your body seems to heat up a little when he’s practically devoting himself to your safety.

Even if he had scared you, completely by accident, König wanted you to know you’re safe. “Th…thank you…I trust you to keep your word, alright König?” you say softly. König, feeling a little brave to trust you with his identity, then lowers the mask over his mouth so it rests on his chin to seal the deal. He’s got a few scars on his face, with one that lightly passes over his soft, plump lips. One of them appears to have just recently healed, scar protruding and a fleshy pink color. “Has anyone told you how handsome you are?” You suddenly flirt, making König blush a deep red. “N-No…because nobody’s ever really seen my entire face,” König mumbles, leaning down a little so you could get a better look.

His eyes were still soft and sad, giving you a look within what makes him care so much; pure affection. König feels a deep connection to you, and very much wants to keep it. “Meine Liebe…” he whispers in a hushed tone, plump lips slightly quivering from apprehensive breathing, “please let me be the one to care for you. I will comfort you and give you all the love and attention you deserve.” Your eyes stare into König’s deeply due to the proximity, yet only for a moment as they slowly flutter shut once you lean in to kiss him. His own eyes widen, becoming much softer as they fill with a profound sense of comfort for you. The two of you were only strangers, on a new date after your previous one failed, and yet you managed to have a heart to heart.

König’s eyes would flutter shut, breathing becoming slightly heavy as he kisses you back. His hands find their way to your back, pulling you into his body. Your own hands do the same, and the need for oxygen pulls the both of you away gently. Your eyes open simultaneously, and a soft breeze brushes past the surrounding trees. “I’ve never kissed on the first date before…that was sweet,” you whisper softly against König’s lips. He gives a gentle smile, “Good. I’m glad you liked it that much…are you feeling better?” König speaks to you in a delicate manner, concerned for how you’re currently feeling in the moment after what he had said. You smile simply smile and give him another peck on the lips, “Personally?”

“So much better.”

#cod #cod mw22 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #cod könig #könig x reader #cod x reader #cod x reader angst #x reader #hurt/comfort #eventual fluff #good ending #fluff #angst

[dmitriene]

lucifer by federico ferro, the drawing that makes me wonder about fallen angel könig — he was banished for nothing, or perhaps because he was too proud for heaven, desiring not only to be one of many helpers, but also to create a throne for himself.

könig only wanted a greater calling, if he was only told and sung about how precious and powerful he was, then why could he not have the right to want to be separate from the lord?

for this he was banished, and not even to the ground, but under it.

with fiery curls and bright eyes smoldering with the realization that he had stumbled and was now irrevocably punished and locked up, with burnt feathers that once reflected the heavens with their whiteness, now displaying ashes with their darkness.

his once velvety and clean skin seemed tougher on its own, burning like fire in the areas where he had been disfigured, forming ragged scars and forcing him to hide his form behind a piece of cloth.

as black as his feathers, as dirty as he once was clean.

this will not prevent könig from building his kingdom, on the ashes, on those who are banished like him, covered by his wing and his gaze embittered at the heavens, for the silent betrayal, for the pleasures taken away.

he will create his throne, with freedom, with equality — opening the gates to all who wish, after he himself has not been accepted anywhere.

and maybe he will meet you, a lost soul with wings once as snow white as his, with naivety and a sincere smile, with the softness of your skin, everything that he has lost and has not seen for so long.

and this will draw the ruler of the hell to you, as if lost, könig still longs to touch and return to all that is light, and you yourself have descended like a holy gift to him.

will engender you in pity for him, sinfulness, forcing you to constantly run away from the heaven down to him with small gifts, voluntarily fluttering into his arms, sitting on his broad lap.

until you will be caught.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

#.𐙚july's writings #konig x female reader #konig fluff #könig x fem reader #konig comfort #könig fluff #könig drabble #konig x reader #könig x you #könig x reader #konig x you #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #cod konig #könig headcanons #konig headcanons #könig hurt #konig hurt

[lazybutsmexy]

Hi !! Sorry to bother you rn, I'm just here to make a request if you don't mind TT

I've been struggling with anxiety lately and ur work or your fics really put a smile on my face (especially König fics !! I love him sm TvT) and well here I am wanted to request something about König comforting reader when they feel down or low (like cying for no reason or apologize for something random) 🫶🏻

Hello lovely! Thanks for the message 🫶♥️ I'm glad my writings can help put a smile on your face 😊

Warning: angst/comfort, depressive thoughts, König being a sweetheart 🥺

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It's late in the night until it becomes early in the morning. The hours had passed in a haze and you didn't know how to bring yourself to care. You had been staring at the wall in front of you for as long as you remember. Your thoughts were muddled and dark, you wonder if they are even yours to begin with.

There was a weight in your chest that you couldn't brush off, and a pressure behind your eyes you have been keeping at bay for hours. You were completely exhausted from the effort of keeping yourself from breaking down while König was asleep behind you. You knew that the moment you started tearing up you wouldn't be able to stop, and that would certainly wake him up.

You felt him turn around in his sleep - you didn't dare to look over your shoulder, or you would certainly crumble. His breath fanned over the nape of your neck, steady and warm. It was comforting, and you wondered if you even deserved that.

There was a faint chirping of birds outside the window when you heard him moving again, and then you felt his arm secure itself around you. There was a faint stroke of his fingers against your ribs, when you heard him speak.

"...is it one of those days, Liebing?" His voice was throaty, heavy with sleep.

You delayed your answer, partially because you were blaming yourself for waking him and making him deal with those emotions of yours, and partially because there was a knot in your throat that prevented your voice from coming out. He presses a soft kiss on your shoulder - he wasn't rushing you to answer, just letting you know he was patiently waiting. He knew you were awake, there was no hiding from him now.

You nodded, not daring to try and speak at all. You didn't move your hand to cup his, and that told him everything he needed to know.

With a soft sigh, he tugged your side until you relented and turned around to face him. You didn't want to look into his eyes, but when his fingers cupped your chin and made you look up, you met his tender, understanding eyes. You couldn't stop the waterworks now, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to form any words.

"I'm-... I'm sor-" you tried to apologize - for waking him, for not being stronger, for being so weak-minded - but your voice cracked and got caught in your throat painfully.

König shushed you and kissed your forehead and cheeks, his arms surrounding you fully and bringing you impossibly closer to him. "Don't apologize, mausi," his muttered against your skin between kissing your tears away, let it out, we can talk later, just let it out."

You crumbled then, sobbing into his chest as his hands wandered over your naked skin. It wasn't sexual in any way, just the weight of his hands pressing against your body, comforting you, grounding you to him.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, you only realized you did it when you woke up. There was sunlight peeking from the heavy window curtains, and a sweet smell enveloping your senses. König's side of the bed was still faintly warm, and you found yourself clutching at one of his hoodies - your favourite one. You looked at it, knowing it hadn't been there the previous night, but in the fresh laundry you had put away. He had picked it up and left it for you.

With a newfound warmth in your chest, you put the hoodie on and crawled off the bed. You washed your face in the en-suite bathroom, and dared to look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were swollen and flushed from all the crying, and your hair was everywhere. At least you had managed to get some rest, you supposed.

You finally followed the sweet scent of cooking sugar to the kitchen, where you found your boyfriend stirring a pot and talking on his phone. He was speaking in German, and you couldn't quite pick the words.

"Danke, Mutti," he ended the call and put the phone down, catching you on his periphery and offering you a smile, "good morning, Häschen, breakfast is almost ready."

You tried to mimic his smile, but your face felt sore from all the crying, and chose to approach him instead, peeking over at the pot.

"... Your mom's rice pudding is a dessert," you comment, and he chuckled shortly, his hand finding your waist easily.

"Well, today feels like a day to eat rice pudding for breakfast, don't you think?" He turns off the stove and turns around, grabbing you by your hips and sitting you on the counter. The marble is cold, but his hands were warm, and so was his body as he stood between your thighs.

"Are you feeling better?" His lips brushed your forehead, and you sighed as your fingers clutched the front of his shirt.

"... A little," you hummed, looking up at him when he cupped the back of your head.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"...Not yet."

He leaned down and kissed you softly in the lips, too shortly for your liking, but his lips never went far, brushing against yours as he spoke. "That's alright, mausi. I'll be here when you want to talk."

A/N: König calls his mom 'Mutti', fight me if you disagree 😤

#könig x reader #cod könig #hurt/comfort #könig hurt/comfort #könig fluff #cod mw2 #cod mw2 könig #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 fanfic #könig fanfiction #nonnie ask #könig definitely called his mom to get instructions to prepare rice pudding for u

[gummyfang]

˗ˏˋ ALPHABET MASTERPOST  ´ˎ˗

Considering I use most requests in my inbox for fics or drabbles, I having alphabet prompts in my inbox to fall back on if I don’t want to think about something too hard but I wanna write something. This post will be updated with the characters I will write for and new Alphabet prompt lists.

This masterpost contains a Hurt/Comfort Alphabet [@/thathcwriter], Fluff Alphabet [@/mirclealignr] and the NSFW Alphabet [don’t know who made that one]. If you don’t specify in your request which respective alphabets you are requesting the specific letters for, I will delete your ask.

Characters you can currently request letters for: 

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

König

Leon S. Kennedy

You can always try your hand at requesting a character not on here, but I might delete it.

➸ alphabet prompts below the cut !!

✧ Hurt/Comfort Alphabet ✧

A: Alleviate - How do they go about relieving persistent physical pain?

B: Bedridden - How do they behave when they’re sick?

C: Cling - Whose physical touch is considered most welcome in their minds when they are in need? Is there a specific type of touch they respond well to?

D: Deathbed - How would they react if they realized they may not recover from their injuries?

E: Emergency - What is their gut reaction when someone they care about is hurt?

F: Fight - Are there circumstances under which they would not accept treatment or care? If so, what are they?

G: Ghosts - How has their past shaped the kind of comfort they respond to best?

H: Home - What things (objects, sensations or people) remind them they’re safe after a scary situation?

I: Isolation - How do they soothe themselves when no one is around to soothe them?

J: Joy - When was the first time they were truly happy after going through something terrible?

K: Kindness - Do they believe they deserve the comfort they receive? Why or why not?

L: Levity - What or who helps them take their mind off of the circumstances?

M: Music - Is there a song that comforts them? Why is it comforting to them?

N: Nostalgia - What things that comforted them as a kid still work today? Does anyone know that?

O: Overworked - Who or what tells them to stop working and take care of themselves?

P: Please - Have they ever begged for someone to comfort or stay with them? What was that incident like?

Q: Questions - Are they eager to talk about what or why they’re hurting? Why or why not?

R: Relief - How do they react to the realization that they will soon be fully recovered?

S: Scared - What would it take for them to admit that they’re scared?

T: Time - How long does it take for them to feel better after an ordeal or illness? Do they tend to lie about how soon they feel better?

U: Ugly - What part of their recovery process are they ashamed of, if any?

V: Valiant - Has anyone told them they were brave for facing what they did? How would they react if someone did?

W: Why? - How did they process what happened to them?

X: Xenas - Do they see anyone as an inspiration in their recovery? Does their inspiration know about this?

Y: Yearn - What gesture, person or thing do they desperately want, but would never actually ask for?

Z: Zero - What is the best way to comfort them without touching them?

✧ Fluff Alphabet ✧

A -> Affection; how they like to show their love.

B -> Beauty; what do they especially admire about you?

C -> Cuddles; how they like to cuddle you.

D -> Dancing; their favourite place to dance with you.

E -> Excitement; do they get excited with you about things?

F -> First Date; your first date together.

G -> Goals; do they have things they want to achieve? Do they include you in these things?

H -> Honesty; how open are they with you?

I -> I Love You; do they say it a lot? did they say it first?

J -> Jealousy; do they get jealous?

K -> Kiss; their favourite place to kiss you.

L -> Little Spoon; who’s the little spoon?

M -> Melody; what’s your song together?

N -> Nicknames; do they use nicknames for you?

O -> Open Book; how hard was it to get to know them?

P -> PDA; how affectionate they are in public.

Q -> Quirk: a weird but loveable trait of theirs.

R -> Romance; how romantic are they?

S -> Secrets; do they keep secrets from you?

T -> Thrill; do they like to keep the relationship new and exciting?

U -> Understanding; how they comfort/support when you’re upset or anxious.

V -> Vexed; how easily they lose their temper.

W -> Weakness; what’s their weakness what it comes to you?

X -> Xtra; random hc about them.

Y -> Years to Come; how they imagine your future together.

Z -> Zzz; how they are when they sleep.

✧ NSFW Alphabet ✧

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

F= Favorite position

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

#alphabet masterpost #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #cod #call of duty #konig #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #alphabet #gummyfang

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

Ooh! Ghost and a 141 member (let’s say König) are already in a relationship and König knows Ghost’s been fucking around with Johnny cause he loves him.

König and Ghost aren’t in love they’re just friends with benefits type things while being actual, good friends. Anyway, Ghost panics when Johnny says he loves him, shuts down and treats Soap harsher than he ever wanted to.

Soap gets really hurt but resolves that maybe he’d gone too fast too soon and tries to go after Ghost in order to apologise. But when he finds Ghost and König locked together he assumes that Ghost’s been using him to cheat and the harsh words and actions earlier make perfect sense now.

Poor Soap’s done this song and dance one too many times and that was his last straw. He’s lost faith in ever being truly loved and just leaves.

Ghost asks König for help because he’s a fuckin idiot and the Austrian agrees cause he cares for Ghost and doesn’t wanna see him sad. What he doesn’t know is what exactly it was that Ghost had said and done.

So he finds Soap, alone in the mess hall, drinking something and sketching in his notebook. The man looks distraught and on the verge of tears so everyone’s giving him a wide berth at the moment.

König sits across from Soap and the Scot doesn’t even look at him, just keeps making mindless patterns in his book. When the Austrian tries to translate Ghost’s god awful lack of communication Soap merely scoffs, throwing his pencil down and glaring down at the table.

“He doesn’t love me. Made it abundantly clear when he went and fucked you a few minutes after he told me I was just a nice hole to fuck.” König feels like he could kill Ghost with the news, trying his hardest to amend the mistake even though he knows it’s useless.

“König look. I appreciate you trying to console me or whatever but it’s useless. I’m just not good enough o love and I’m fine with that, really. So could you just… not?”

And König swears he feels his heart break with the words. Soap was one of the easiest to love individuals in the 141. Who had hurt him so much in the past to make him think that?

Soap doesn’t stick around after that, and makes himself incredibly scarce whenever König tries to find him. He definitely has a very long and very serious talk with Ghost after that, trying his hardest not to yell but finding it hard to keep all his anger under wraps.

This is vaguely based on something but I can’t remember what it’s called for the life of me sorry.

#fic prompt #fic #prompt #fuck off haters #i’m looking at you die hard cod players #johnny ‘soap’ mctavish #call of duty #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghost #one sided ghost x soap #cause ghost is an idiot #hurt soap #hurt no comfort #established ghost x König #ghost x König #established friends with benefits

[gravestruther]

Nightly terrors

Pairing: König/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Content: Minor violence description, nightmares, hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

Word count: 992

you can also read it on ao3!!

König and Ghost were out on a mission with a few of their other teammates. They were supposed to quickly clear the building, grab the intel they needed and leave. Easy enough, right? Well turns out it wasn't. They were supposed to take out the guards quietly since the building was heavily guarded. Ghost was on overwatch, he was supposed to watch their backs and tell them how many people were in rooms with windows and take out some if possible.

Unfortunately, one of their teammates made way too much noise and suddenly almost every guard was on them.

It caught Ghost by suprise, it all happened so fast it didn't feel real. He started taking out the enemies but even more were coming in, he'd have to get his team out of that building now or else he'd risk all of their lives.

"Bravo to all get out of that building now! You can't take them out on your own, there are too many of them and I'm calling for backup. Do you copy?"

"Yes sir!" three voices called out from the radio, only Königs was missing.

"König do you copy?" Ghost asked sternly all he got from the other end was grunting and some curses in german.

"I'm asking again Sergeant, do you copy?" he said harshly, worry lacing his voice.

"Ghost-" before König could call out, he cut himself off with a painful grunt. At that, Ghost began looking at all the windows on the side of the building he was facing with his sniper, his palms were sweating and Ghost was trying his best to stop his hands from shaking.

The moment Ghost got to the window König was at, it was already too late. The austrian was already pinned down by four of the enemies, the one that was by his head slicing his neck with a combat knife.

Ghost thinks that the worst part from all of that besides witnessing it, was also hearing König chocking on his blood through the radio. The sound made Ghost want to rip his ears out. He was usually good at handling men on his team dying while on the battlefield, but at this, he was beginning to shake uncontrollably. Chocking on his sobs, everything was beginning to feel uncomfortably fuzzy and he was getting dizzy, he felt like he couldn't breathe and-

Ghost sat up with a gasp, cold sweat sticking to his skin. He hadn't had his mask on so he could feel the tears that were running down his face. Simon's breathing was quick, he was looking around to find that he was in his own room. Simon was hoping that it was all just some sick nightmare, that his brain decided to torment him in a new way other than his usual nightmares. He was praying that he hadn't actually just passed out from the shock.

Simon was trying to ease his breathing and calm himself down, it worked somewhat but he couldn't get his anxiety to go away even slightly, he had to go and make sure that his partner was okay and safe. He quickly grabbed his mask and quietly slipped out of his room.

While walking towards his boyfriend's room, he felt his anxiety rise impossibly higher. He was terrified that he'd end up being greeted with the sight of an empty room.

He swallowed his wreck of thoughts down before they got worse and knocked a bit loudly at König's door the second he got there. It took like a minute or two before the door opened. König was there by the doorframe, still with his sniper hood on seemingly having put it on in a hurry while on his way to open the door.

"Ghost.? Do you need something?" he asked, the austrian's voice sounding tired like he had just woken up. He moved to the side to let Ghost in, once the door was closed and locked he began speaking.

"I just don't want to be alone right now." Simon said, voice wavering a bit, he was dangerously close to crying. König sent him a worried look and pulled the blonde to the bed so they could sit down. König quickly took off his own mask and went to hold Simon's hands gently. "Is everything alright? Liebster, you know you can talk to me about anything." Ghost looked him in the eyes.

"I-" Simon began, though he got cut off by his own chocked off sob as he started crying.

"Oh Simon." König hugged the shorter man as he clung to the austrian's biceps and sobbed into his chest. "How about we lay down, hm? So we can cuddle properly. König suggested, running his hands up and down Simon's back in a soothing motion. Ghost nodded, at that, the taller male moved the blanket to the side so they could lay down comfortably.

König pulled the blanket over them, Simon burying his face into Königs chest and wrapping his arms tightly around the tallers waist. Simon had taken off the mask before they lay down, so now König could run his fingers through Simon's soft blonde hair.

"Was it another nightmare?" the brit nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" he looked up at his lover at that question. "No, not now at least. I just want to cuddle right now. Maybe later." Ghost said quickly.

König kissed his forehead. "That's fine with me." Simon moved closer to König, pressing his ear against the tallers chest so he could listen to his heartbeat. Königs breathing and heart always managed to calm him down whenever they cuddled like this, he loved listening to him, now especially more after that nightmare.

After what felt like five minutes, König heard Simon's soft snoring. He smiled slightly.

It's fine, they could talk about it tomorrow. He buried his face into Simon's hair, breathing in his scent until he also fell asleep shortly after.

#call of duty #mw2022 #mw2 fanfic #ao3 author #simon riley #konig mw2 #ghost mw2 #fluff #hurt/comfort #ghost x könig #nightmare #these two make me so soft I love them

[auserath]

"The reason I have anxiety"

Hurtcomfort Korangi fic

König was on temporary leave for unknown reasons for the rest of KorTac and task force 141, he was staying inside of his room for the most part and only came out every once in a while for food. He was even ignoring Horangi, distancing himself the best of his abilities.

During one of these lonesome nights, König had snuck out of his room wearing several layers as he went outside and into the winter cold, sitting on one of the benches on the running field while he watched the gentle snow fall that layered the dead grass. The sky was a dull grey blue and the lights of the streets and track lit up the area gloriously. The Colonel's eyes wandered the field as memories of his childhood flooded in, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he lifted up his fleece scarf to cover his cold cheeks and nose.

The Austrian man had slightly shifted to be slouching compared to his usual well composed posture, sliding down a little to his butt was just barely on the bench and he was able to comfortably roll his head back and over the bench. His eyes closed while the cold flakes of frozen water hit his eyelids and forehead, for once not actually wearing his mask and keeping his hair pulled back and in a tight ponytail.

Though the Austrian wished he could take back the things he had done on his last mission to get him temporarily discharged, he still didn't regret it as he thought more and more about it. How he threw himself in the battle so recklessly, how he took fire from the enemy to protect his teammates.

"Ich bin ein narr.." Spoke König, his voice quiet and heavy with an emotional burden that only he knew he possessed, sitting still in the cold for what felt like hours until he looked up, his neck being stiff from the awkward position which elicited a groan of pain to come from him.

The cold air kissed his skin as he sat up from the now warmed spot on the bench, the snow falling off of his coat and pants while he stood upright and brushed off the half melted flakes. The echoed sounds of cars pulling around the base being the only sound aside from the quiet breaths and crunching steps of the tall man as he made his way around the track to clear his head.

Undenounced to König, Horangi was watching König from his window and sighed a little while the cold glass fogged up from where he was sitting in the barracks. Despite his gut telling him to stay inside, he got up and into some more weather fit clothes and put on his swampy green balaclava, glancing down at the carnelian bracelet König had made to have them match.

As the Korean man made his way out of the barracks, König had made his first lap around and ended up stopping under one of the track lights, the shadowing of his body making him smile while he played with his shadow for a little bit until the crunching of snow coming from his right woke him from his daze.

"Ah, Hallo Horangi. What brings you out here..?" Asked König, the fog from his breath escaping from under his scarf, a deadly silence filled the air before Horangi went over and gently took the larger mans hand into his own and urging for him to walk along the track again.

Although the cold was comforting to the two of them, they both couldn't help but feel awkward while they walked, snow catching on their eyelashes and hair while they walked along the asphalt.

"Why are you out here so late, King?" Horangi finally broke the silence, his accent being thick and difficult to understand due to the time of night and laziness since he knew the tall man could understand the words being spoken. König stopped for some time and slightly rolled his shoulders back, a strained sigh echoing out of his chest as a puff of fog came from his mouth.

While the cold air surrounded the two and the gentle breeze that flowed around the two, König had stayed silent despite being asked a question, his blueish grey eyes looking into the dull sky while the warm light of the lamps lit up their path, the snow turning a yellowish orange in the new lighting. After some time however, König's strides turned into slow, steady steps and he decided to speak after the awkward quiet.

"I've been... thinking is all. About our last mission." He said in response, his voice heavy with what seemed to be regret and guilt, which the shorter male of the two took notice of very quickly while he slowed with König's pace, shivering as the melted snow ran down his neck and touched his warm skin.

"About what exactly?" Horangi looked up, admiring the sky and the slight dull sky that comforted him, just being in the presence of his beloved... Partner? Friend? Whol knew, it was a situationship at the moment.

"Just... Ich weiß nicht, wie ich es formulieren soll-"

"König, English please"

"Ah-- My bad.. I don't know how to word it is what I said."

"I can tell, You have a lot on your mind..?"

König stopped while Horangi spoke, slightly pulling them back and into a tight hug. The sudden warmth against Horangi's clothed body contrast to the cold air took the breath from the man but he was delighted to see that König was okay with physical affection as of the current moment although had a hint of concern because of the suddenness of the action. His suspicions were confirmed the moment a quiet yet sharp inhale was heard from them.

"Bitte... Bitte verlass mich nicht... Nehmen sie mich nicht als Ihr beispiel" König struggled to speak while he took deep breaths, blinking away the tears that had been threatening to poke their ugly head out for the past few days. "Es ist mir lieber, dass du mich verlierst, als dass ich dich verliere..."

Despite not knowing a damn thing about what König was saying, he embraced them into his arms and put a firm hand on the back of their head while his other arm held around their middle lumbar, soft coos and lulls of sweet praise towards König came from Horangi.

"König... Relax and take a deep breath for me... Okay?" Horangi hushed to König, which only led the Austrian man to bear hugging them, shaking in their arms as he took some deep breaths as instructed but would hold it before letting go as if to gain control over his emotions, if not only for a little bit before letting go and relaxing.

Even with the two speaking, the place was silent as if the world had stopped for the two, the only thing that kept track of the time was their watches and the snowfall that piled around their feet.

"I-I am so sorry... I don't mean to burden you with my life issues, you don't even understand what I had said so please... Just ignore it." König muttered into their shoulder, his tone gentle and vulnerable, something Horangi never thought he would see from the colonel.

"No no, tell me. I'm your friend, I am supposed to be here." Horangi said firmly, lifting König's face so he could see the expressions they were making and so he could get a genuine response from them, his autumn orange eyes meeting the icy blue eyes that König had, being a perfect contrast. He removed his balaclava, his scarred up face and short black hair being revealed to show sincerity and genuine appreciation for his friend.

Although König had been trying his hardest to keep it together, the words uttered by Horangi caused him to break like shattered glass. Tears welled and burned in his eyes while his lip quivered, averting his gaze from Horangi with worry that him crying would change their point of view on him.

"I can't lose you... I don't think I could handle another loss." König spoke through voice cracks and sniffles, the tear streaks on his face growing cold as the wind blew on his face and his face burned with embarrassment, feeling pathetic and discouraged.

"Don't look away from me... Please. Let me see your eyes." Horangi grabbed König's face, his fingers brushing passed their ears while his thumbs rubbed away the tears that poured from his eyes. He had known that the man was going through things but had mostly kept to himself so he wouldn't feel like he was snooping on König, but in this moment he needed König to know that they were safe.

König flinched away from the touch, being reminded of his mother and pressing his face into their hands while he let out a whine, his eyes closing and his head tilting forward despite Horangi's request for him to look at them.

"Horangi... I have lost too many people, that's the reason I have such severe anxiety, for the fear if I get too close, they'll dissapear or they'll get taken right out of my hands... I have been so reckless thinking it'd be better if I were to go first but... I can't leave you." König had said as he rested his head back on Horangi's shoulder, biting his lip as his body convulsed while holding sobs and yells of frustration.

"I won't ever leave you... That I can promise you." Horangi said confidently as he wrapped his arms around their neck, one hand caressing the back of their head and ponytail while the other held the opposite shoulder close. He slowly began to guide the tall man inside, making sure to avoid main hallways and leading König to their room, rubbing their back while their steps echoed quietly through the barracks.

Once inside König's desolate bedroom, Horangi sat them down and helped removed their winter clothing before removing his own and laying them down. "There you are... Would you like me to stay?" Without a moments hesitation, König grabbed Horangi and pulled the shorter man down into his bed.

Horangi had yelped and slightly fell onto König, quickly apologizing before getting comfortable on the bed and slightly intertwining his legs with König's. He pulled their head to his chest and took out their ponytail, brushing their hair with his fingers while the blanket warmed the two up from being outside.

"I love you, König. Never forget that."

"I won't... I love you too, Horangi.."

#cod men #cod mw2 #korangi #König #Horangi #konig x horangi #horangi x könig #konig cod #konig #hurt comfort #fluff #angst #light angst

[skelletonscloset]

Black and Blue kisses

before you begin reading i want to preface ive never played COD i wrote this for a friend but changed their oc’s name into y/n and used gender neutral terms. please be aware there are swear words (though mostly in a different language). i attached a little word bank on the bottom for those who care!! (those were also quickly looked up so please don’t come after me if they are wrong 😭 but without further ado, plewse enjoy, Black and Blue Kisses.

(art is not mine)

Heavy footsteps pounded on the tile floors of the bunker, the soldier muttering curses in a language that the others couldnt understand. “Verdammt, where are they?” Konig mumbled, his hand under his chin in thought.

“Konig relax, they’ll be here in no time, they’re probably just running a bit behind,” Ghost said from his place at the table. In a nervous frenzy the beast of the man walked over to one of the windows and ripped back the curtains, peering into the dark night. “Verdammter Scheiß! “ 

When his green eyes didnt seem to pick up on his missing partner he cursed under his breath again, storming away from the window to resume pacing. 

Ghost and Soap looked at eachother, sharing concerned glances about their friend. Konig was never this uptight about anything, yet he was clearly distraught about this situation. 

The heavy door of the bunker swung open, revealing a pretty beat up and bloodied y/n

“y/n!” His thick accent didnt hide the evident concern in his hard voice. The big door slammed shut and startled the smaller girl. 

The other two decided it would be best to leave the room and give them some space. Konig rushed over to them and knelt down on one knee to their height. His eyes scanned their  figure, looking for any injuries. y/n  had cuts and bruises all over their arms and legs, bruised and bloody knuckles. “y/n..” 

His big hands took in their small ones, examining the black and blue bones of their knuckles. “Scheiße…” Despite his fear and frustration he gently took them by the arms and walked them to the table. WIthout sparing even a few words he picked them up from under the arms and sat them on top of the table. 

His hands made quick work of taking off their tactical belt and vest, gently removing the helmet and setting it aside. “Stay.” he said, walking off into one of the bathrooms. 

y/n could hear him aggressively rummaging through the cabinets, knocking things over and cursing loudly. Within the minute he returned carrying a medium sized box. With surprising anger he put the box on the table and flicked it open. “Show me your hands, and while you're at it, tell me what the hell happened.” 

y/n slowly showed him her hands, their lips quivering as they spoke softly. “I just got… held up. The mission was harder than I thought it was going to be and I thought I could handle it and be back at a reasonable time…” they inhaled a deep breath, “When i thought i had handled all the enemies, a few more showed up and-” 

“Blödsinn. y/n you KNOW youre supposed to radio for back up when that kind of shit happens!” Konig’s voice was raised while he applied the antiseptic patches to their bloody knuckles, noting how they hissed in a deep breath. 

“I know Konig i-” y/n  sputtered, warm, salty tears welled up in their deep e/c eyes, it wasnt long before they overflowed, waterfalling down their cheeks. “I-i didnt mean to… to make you worried.. Are you-are you mad at me?” y/n’s  words were slurred by the tears, occasionally wincing as he cleaned up the other wounds. 

Konig stopped what he was doing, the pleading of their voice, the way it shook as they cried. y/n was… apologizing for… worrying him? they were apologizing to him? He checked himself and took a deep inhale through his nose. His tone was much gentler now, still its usual raspiness, but warm and sincere. “y/n  its… no, no i'm not mad at you mein liebling…” his large hand cupped their cheek and wiped away the streaming tears with his thumb. “I just.. Got worried… you were gone for a long time, i was so worried…” His voice cracked. 

Their glossy eyes looked up at him with a gentle expression. Despite their crying, red nose and puffy eyes, Konig still thought they looked beautiful. The glossy eyes staring up at him looked as though all the stars were poured into those captivating eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips, though it wasnt like they  could tell. “Oh engelchen…” he whispered. “Im so glad youre alive and okay…” 

He cleaned up the rest of the wounds on their arms and wrapped them up with gauze and antibacterial cream, tying it up with bandages. “There, youre all cleaned up now..” 

He hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling y/nagainst him into a hug. “Oh please y/n… you… please let me know when this kind of thing happens. If something had happened to you i wouldve gone in guns blazing just to kill the fotze that hurt you.” His voice was stern but still sincere. 

y/n  sniffed, wiping their nose. “Thank you.. Konig… I mean it.” 

There was a brief pause. Konig lifted up the cover on his face. He kneeled over and kissed each wound that he bandaged, careful not to injure or hurt them further. He took their hands into his once again and kissed on each of their knuckles, taking it slow and gentle, making it a point to have them feel the warmth of his lips through the bandages. When he finished he leaned in, brushing their hair away from her forehead with one hand and then leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to their forehead. “For hell’s sake.. Never do that again..” he whispered, his cheeks tinted pink and a soft smile on his lips. 

Verdammt - goddammit 

Verdammter Scheiß - bloody hell 

Scheiße - shit

Blödsinn - bullshit

mein liebling - my darling

Engelchen - angel 

 Fotze - c*nt/motherfucker

I hope you enjoyed your read!! i apologize if there was a term that forgot to be changed when altering this oneshot for tumblr!

#cod mw2 #call of duty #könig x y/n #könig #gender neutral reader #comfort #original story #cleaning wounds #being taken care of #fluff #slight hurt comfort

[myrandomranting]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: König (Call of Duty)/Reader, König (Call of Duty) & Reader Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley Additional Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Romantic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022), Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, My First AO3 Post, My First Fanfic, idk what else to add Summary:

König trudged through the snowy terrain, his mission clear in his mind: find and extract the civilian who had been taken hostage by the enemy. He had spent weeks planning and preparing for this operation. He had been on this mission alone, and the cold was beginning to get to him. The cold had seeped into his bones, and he could feel his fingers and toes turning numb.

(not sure what this is, just shit my brain conjured up)

Posted chapter 2! Should have chapter 3 posted by the end of this week. Kudos are always appreciated and please leave any comments, suggestions, etc that you have 

#konig x reader #könig x reader #konig x you #könig x you #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #fluff #hurt/comfort #some angst

[quinn-loki-02]

I love you and I will never let you go

The team is on a trip. It's something new for them. It was kindly offered by Shepherd. It's seen as a team bonding thing. A cement allowing the bond between the team to grow even stronger.

It is in fact a time y/n find herself appreciating. When there is no mission pressure, no war, no weapon, no fighting, no threat. Just a moment to relax, enjoy life. It feels like these moments are rare.

These vacations were at first very... new to some in the team.

Ghost never went abroad when he was a kid. Vacations? Free-time? Fun-time? Never heard of. The first time he went abroad was with the army. And of course it was not to get a tan.

Even today, there is a part in him that seems unable to accept letting go of the pressure. He is constantly on the lookout. Probably afraid his demons are gonna crawl back to him. Probably afraid an ennemy is planning something in this moment of peace.

The first days are especially difficult. His reflexes kick in ; he doesn't sleep much, any sound wake him up, his body is tense, he is always looking behind his back. Nevertheless, as the second week goes on, he gets more relaxed.

Price had not taken a single break from work in months. In the first place, these vacations had been instaured for Price to ease off on the pressure ; but Shepherd had never had the gutts to tell him.

He had said “the team needs vacations. I think it could be a good bonding exercice. You could hang out without the pressure of missions. I've already booked you 3 weeks on a island in the Bahamas.”

“Who is going?” answered Price

“All of you ; Ghost, Soap, König, Gaz, y/n, Alejandro, Rudy and you, Price.” replied Shepperd.

                                                                    The team spends a good amount of time at the beach. Gaz and Soap really enjoy sunbathing and swimming.

The swimming pool at the hotel is also a team favorite. Ghost often goes there with König and y/n.

The team rarely entirely split; they often stay at least in pairs. A military thing ; never be alone.

After a day spent at the beach, with dinner for everyone brought to Price's room, where the team had decided to spend the evening, y/n craves a sweet tooth.

She decides to go downstairs where some automatic distributors offer her favorite chocolate bar.

“I'm coming with you Liebling if you want” offered König

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König had always been kind with y/n. He constantly wants to make sure she is okay. In fact, all team members lookout after eachother. But y/n had grown closer to König, Soap and Ghost in the last months.

König and her would often have late night talks about anything and everything. They confess to one another; about their past, fears, past relationships. They also evoke their future, the homes they would like to live in, the numbers of kids they would want.

Their relationship has always been platonic, König sees y/n as a sister... well, he would want to only see her as a sister but never build up the courage to confess his feelings.

Soap brings happiness in y/n life. He is always here to cheer her up and she does the same to him. You're feeling sad? Let's grab a glass in the nearest bar. Let's do karaoke. Let's cook...

He is his sunshine in the darkness.

Ghost and Y/n never thought they would grow close. But after an unsuccessful mission in Kazakhstan that left mental damage to Y/n, Simon couldn't help but feel the necessity to help her through this difficult period.

As she was helping civilians getting out of a building, she took a severely harmed child in her arms. She made it to the car with the little boy but he died in her arms, scared and in pain. His blood was all over her body. She always told herself she should have done more. What if she had been run quicker, what if she had told the driver to drive faster? She took the full blame of his death.

Simon had seen her at her lowest, crying, wanting to committ suicide to not feel this pain anymore, having panic attacks. He had never judged her, was always there for her, even in the middle of the night when she knocked at his door tears rolling down her cheeks.

They sometimes slept in the same bed. Simon was afraid her suicidal thoughts would push her to do something irredeemable, so they would sleep together. He hold her tight in his arms to make sure she wouldn't escape, she wouldn't leave him. This is the best sleep he ever had.

Being held close, tight in his arms brought y/n a safety feeling, as if Simon protected her from the horrors of the world and from her demons.

She enjoyed his compagny, he was the one she pictured in her future, but would never dare to admit it. Afraid that the confession of her feelings would break the bond they have.

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“No it's okay, thank you, I'm just going to get a chocolate bar. I'll be back in two minutes” y/n answered kindly, a soft smile on her face.

She exited the room and took the stairs. As she arrived at the first floor, she heard a kid asked her mother for a bag of sweets.

“please mommy. Can I have some? I swear I won't ask you for anything else ever” asked the little boy.

“No, we have sweets at home” answered the adult.

“but please... please, mommy, we don't have this type of candy” tried the kid.

“I said no, stop now” she replied, a bit more coldy.

Y/n was starting to feel unease. Eversince the mission in Kazakhstan when the kid had passed away in her arms while she told him that everything was going to be fine, she had trouble being around kids.

She felt like she did a promise to this kid and was unable to keep it.

“but please mommy”

“I said no” shouted the mother while taking the boy by its arms and dragging him violently. At the same time, a father entered the hall where the distributor was with a crying baby.

Y/n was walking towards the distributor, her vision getting slightly dizzy and darker. As if the walls of the room started to constrict her.

When she arrives in front of it, she puts her hands on the machine, one on each side, trying to get a hold on something, a grip on reality.

She is not on the field. She is in a safe place.

Her eyes are now closed, her hands holding on the distributor as if she was holding on a life rope.

If she let the fear seize her she would have a panic attack.

“breathe, come on... 1, 2,3... it's okay” she mutters to herself.

But, it was getting worse. She already had had panic attacks. But she was never alone when it happened. Soap or Ghost had always been there with her. They would hold her and calm her down, keeping the wave of panic under control.

But at this moment, she starts to feel like she is drowning. She is drifting away from the shore, getting in the abysses of darkness. The room is getting black around her, tight, uprising...

Another person enters, the bell of the door sounding like gunshots to her ears.

She knows it is it... she is having a panic attack, the symptoms are there and she wouldn't be able to stop it by herself. She has to go back to Price's room, where everyone is.

Y/n opens her eyes, her breath short, shaky, unsteady. She looks at her hands that are in front of her... horror vision. They are covered in blood.

The same blood from the kid in Kazakhstan she wasn't able to save.

There is in fact no blood on her hands, she knows it, but her mind is playing tricks on her. It's too powerful. She cannot think straight.

“shit, shit, shit” she thinks, trying to srcub off the blood from her hands.

There is now only one thing on her mind ; run to go to Price's room.

But her feet are not answering as she wants them to. She is moving way to slow to her opinion.

Each step is a torture, her lungs filling with few air that seems to cut her insides like razor blades. She barely sees anything, cannot hear.

She has not realized it but she is crying, shaking. Her eyes are filled with tears, mascara dripping, cheeks red.

As she arrives to the steps taken earlier she tells herself she is not going to make it. She will die here.

Climbing each stair is an ordeal. She feels like an alpinist, arriving at the top of the Himalayas, where the air is rare and each movement gathers all the strenght her body has.

As she finishes going upstairs, there are 10 meters until the door to the room, her salvation.

She tries to speak, scream, shout, squawk, but no sound comes from her throat.

Her feet drag her to this door, she feels like she is dying, her body giving her out. She is on the verge of falling to her feet and give up.

She raises her hand and knock to the door, bang at it. She uses her last strenght and is now madly banging at it with her two fists.

After 5 seconds that felt like eternity, Ghost opens the door, concern written over his face.

“gosh... y/n what happened?” he anxiously asks.

But she falls on the floor, unable to answer. She curls up, closes her fists. Her heart is beating a thousand times per minute. She cannot breathe and feels like she is being buried alive.

Simon picks her up. The whole team is now running towards the door to see what is happening.

He holds her tight in his arms, her face in his neck.

“shhh... everything is okay. You are safe now. No one will hurt you” Ghost whispers in her ear.

Ghost is now inside the room with her, the door has been closed by Gaz.

Soap, König, Alejandro, Price and Gaz are now around Ghost and y/n.

They all seem on high alert. What happened? Has someone attacked her downstairs? Has she seen someone, an ennemy? What could put her in this state?

Ghost goes to sit on the king size bed at the right of the room.

Soap and Alejandro kneel and pat her back while Price and Gaz seem unaware of what to do.

In fact, Price and Gaz had never seen someone having a panic attack. They have no idea of what is happening.

“are you hurt?” asks Alejandro, anxiety filling his voice. He starts patting her body, looking for any visible wound, any evidence someone has attacked her. But there is no blood, no sign she is in physical pain due to that.

Ghost's smells starts to ease her. She tries to breathe as best as she can.

Soap takes her left hand in his and caresses the back of her hand with his thumb. “Her hand is cold, jeez, she is freezing” he thinks to himself.

“it's okay. Come on, breathe, please, breathe. Inhale... 1, 2,3 and exhale... 1,2,3” says Ghost in the calmest tone he can. He is, in fact also panicking and trying to calm himself down.

Y/n do as told, she has taken Ghost's huge biceps in her right hand and squeezes it. She tries to focus on her breath.

After a few minutes she is able to see and fully hear again. As she opens her eyes and looks at the two men kneeling to her and Price and Gaz standing a few feet away she starts to realize what has happened. They are looking at her, sadness, concern, pity, fear written over their faces.

Soap is the first one to speak.

“hey... do you feel better?”

She is still holding his hand. She wonders when he had taken her hand, she hadn't realized it before but now feel warm expanding in her hand and arm.

“I don't know” she honestly answers. She doesn't know what to feel. She felt like she was dying, she really thought is was her end.

“what happened? Did someone hurt you preciosa?” asked Alejandro

Ghost was now lightly stroking her hair and holding her waist as she was still sitting on his thighs.

“No. I got a flashback of what happened in Kazakhstan. I thought I was able to control it, but there was a baby crying and... and” panic was threatening to bubble to the surface again

“Shhhhh, don't worry, you are safe now” adds König, now close to her.

Her eyelids were getting heavier. Panic attacks always drained her out.

“I think I should bring you back to your room. You seem exhausted.” states Ghost

“yes please, if you don't mind” she responds in a whisper.

Ghost stood up, carrying her in his arms, bridal style.

“I will bring her to her room, I will see you tomorrow at 9 for breakfast” he adds while looking at the men.

“sure, take care of her” concludes Price.

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Ghost is putting her in her king size bed, drapping her in comfortable sheets after taking off her shoes and coat.

“Please, don't leave me” she asks while looking in his eyes

“Never. I'm not going anywhere” he tells her

He takes his shoes and pants off, sliding under the sheets with her. She turns her body to face him. He brings her closer to him and wrap his arms around her body. She can feel his heartbeat in his chest and it is the most relaxing feeling ever. She falls asleep in a minute, but think she might have heard him whisper “I will never leave you. I love you and I would never let you go”.

#callofduty #ghost #simon ghost riley #könig #könig cod #hurt #comfort #mentionofsuicide #mention of death