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anticanonsposts · 5 months

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sex drought :(

nsfw-mdni, but also fluff

One time you go through a sex drought because he accidentally hurt you during sex

everything was going fine...

you guys were having sex in missionary and it was feeling amazing

but then...

he reached his right arm up and tried to grab your right wrist

(he was gonna bring your hand down so you could feel where your bodies were connected)

however you tried to reposition and prop yourself up on your elbows at the same time

and his knuckles collided with the side of your temple

his eyes shoot to you to see if you're ok and you verbally assure him you are

however seconds later you start crying while still telling him you are fine

i do not mean this lightly when i say this man freaks the fuck out

he immediately pulls away from you (and out of you) positioning you so you are in more of a sitting up position

he gently cradles your head and kisses whee he bumped into you

this is followed by man 'bitte bitte' 'i'm so sorry, please forgive me schatz'

you repeatedly say that its ok but he just shakes his head

for the next couple weeks anytime you mention needing to get up and grab something or do something he is already up at the speed of light, grabbing it for you

god forbid there is a small red mark on your face that sticks around for a couple days and guy's heart WRENCHES every time he notices it

even after a lot of reassurance that you were fine and you understood it was an accident he would not touch you sexually for so long (probably like a week and a half)

during this time no matter how much you teased, begged, pleaded with him he would not fuck you....ok jk

after weighing the pros and cons he would resort to just giving you head but would not allow you to do anything for him afterward

(he would usually just go rub one out in the bathroom afterwards)

when you finally do have sex again, the first few times he treats you like you are quite literally made of glass

and insists that you be the one in charge, calling the shots, feels a lot of relief when you are on top of him because he sees it as less risky

he just feels so bad that he hurt his perfect fucking angel and will probably always remember this

he always just wants to make you feel so safe with him and doesn't want anything to threaten that

(I have an increasingly unhealthy attachment to this man)

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coqvttes · 7 months

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hey i love ur writing so much! can i request smt nsfw with konig please? :)

been thinking about könig with a total nymph for a girlfriend !

he’s always known your sex drive is high, but not this high. you just can’t help yourself when you climb onto his lap as he sits at his desk, flipping through paperwork. he looks stressed. being a colonel is hard work, and you're not making it any easier. he’s been working for what feels like an eternity, and he has no idea what’s got you so worked up. you just keep whining for him, and then you're grinding your sopping cunt all over his work trousers like you're in heat till he can’t concentrate anymore. your whimpers and moans as you move your hips back and forth onto his thighs are not helping either, and he feels his pants tighten. he tries his best to ignore you, wanting to get this work off his shoulders, but when you pull his cock out of his pants and start kissing his neck, he just can’t take it any longer. "what's got into you today?" he holds you up from under your thighs as he stands up suddenly, carrying you over to the bed. he plops you down and pushes your (his) shirt over your plump tits, and you mewl out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, finally giving you what you've been craving. "i can't work when you're distracting me like that, kleine maus." he growls while pounding into you, fucking your brains out.

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saddestsquid · 1 month

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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard.

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

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powerfultenderness · 10 months

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neighbour!könig’s reaction when he sees a guy walk out of your apartment . need your thoughts on that

omg, the man is gutted! Absolutely heartbroken! Especially after you asked to sit on his couch like that! 😆 He gets jealous but if you aren't technically together, then he realizes that he doesn't have a right to be so jealous and is a little overwhelmed with sadness!

So, last night König deviated from my outline! How very rude of him. But despite a power outage this morning, he was all over this and provided some fluff of the hurt comfort variety!

Even before he joined the military, he was an early riser. The sun was just starting to rise when he stepped out of this flat and heard the door to your flat open. He turned, smile already lighting his eyes, when instead of seeing you, there was a man. He had a slender but muscular build; the sleeveless workout top he wore gave plenty of proof of the man’s definition. The man, taller than you, shorter than him, looked at him a little warily, good. The man gave him a subtle nod as if to greet him then went down the stairs ahead of him.

A sense of smugness, along with the sinking feeling in his stomach at the thought of you with another man, washed over him as he noticed how quickly that man moved, how quickly he tried to run. König’s long stride made it easy to keep up, though, and he was only a step behind as the guy exited the building. He watched as the man practically sprinted to… guest parking. That was it then, you had had an overnight guest, a man. And König found himself jealous.

He tried to ignore the bitter, pitiful, sensation that plagued him all day, but was not very successful. What was he supposed to think of when thoughts of you led to the sad reminder that you had chosen someone else? He certainly shouldn’t be thinking about using the man’s license plate number to find out more about him, where he worked, for instance.

Now on his way home for the evening, climbing up the stairs to his flat, beer and food in his hands, he was met with another painful sight. The man was back, leaving again apparently, and you leaned forward, pressed your lips to the left side of his face, then again to the right side.

“Alright, be careful!” You bid the man good night, “text me when you get home.”

König wanted to sigh, he pouted underneath his hood. The way you had the capacity to care for others so much was one of the things he liked about you, but right about now, he wished you only cared for him.

“Oh! Hi, König!” You caught him before he could enter his flat.

He looked at you and tried to smile, but even he could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. "Hello."

“I have something for you!”

“Me?” You nodded, “hold on a sec, let me grab it!”

He unlocked and left his door open while you disappeared for a second, just so he could put his groceries down. You came back, knocking on the open door, with a plastic food container and a smile adorning your face.

“Come,” he invited you in, his prior sorrow temporarily forgotten at your friendly disposition. Friends, yes, maybe friends was ok.

“Liliana wanted you to have some cake! She said after all that candy you bought, you must have a sweet tooth!”

He took the offered confection and set it down on the table, next to his beer. “It’s her birthday?”

“No. She had this big performance today. The whole family gathered at my sister’s place to congratulate her. The place was pretty crowded, with my parents there too, so my brother stayed with me last night.”

König blinked. “Your…brother?” Now that he thought about it, the man did bear a slight resemblance to you…

“Mmhm.” You nodded then tilted your head, “what’s up with you? Everything ok?” The man was your brother!

König let out a loud and boisterous laugh. “Everything is perfect! Please thank the little mouse for me!”

“Mouse?” You scoffed, “wait till you get to know her.” You’re pretty sure she loudly told you to take a slice of cake to your “nice neighbor man” to embarrass you in front of the family, little shit.

He laughed again, “I would like to!” Because that would mean you incorporating him into your life even more! “Will you eat with me?” He asked once his chuckling faded.

“Well, I’ve had my fill of cake, but I’d love to hang out.”

Oh, he’d love that too!

[More neighbor König]

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 6 months

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hi sweetie! <3 i was wondering if i can request some fluff (maybe with a smut in the end it’s up to you) with ghost and innocent!girly!reader where ghost got all overprotective over her when some guy is harassing her and she got really scared and anxious? feel free to ignore if you don’t feel like writing this! have a wonderful day, sweetheart ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

hi angel!! i hope you enjoy! <3 i didn’t add smut at the end it kinda got more serious i hope that’s okay!!! <33

(sorry if this is bad i wrote it in class KANDK)

(unmasked! ghost)

(this is kinda an au! type of thing so most everything is completely inaccurate to COD)

warnings: blood, slight violence, reader is shorter than ghost, reader is lifted up by ghost, innocent!reader, slightly dark!ghost, possessiveness, size difference (i pinned ghost as 6’6 hehe woops), tattooed!ghost (U WILL NEVER STOP ME)

‎♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

ghost has always been overprotective of you, ever since the day you two met—not just when u guys started dating.

his hands always find their place on ur body, making it known to everybody you were his and only his-and he was yours and wholly only yours.

so when u two went out with price and the rest of the team to a busy bar out in the city, ghost’s hands never once left your body.

even when u two were sat next to each other at the booth, his bulky arm stayed draped over ur shoulder, ur hand fiddling with his big tattooed one as he gave dirty looks to any man that dared to look in your direction.

everything was going smoothly until your small voice made his ears perk— “gotta go to the bathroom, be right back..”

you began to part from ghost’s grasp before he caught ur small hand in his. “do ya need me to go with ya?”

u giggled, blushing slightly. “simon, i don’t need ur help going pee!—ill be right back.”

ghost wasn’t always one for extreme PDA, but he could see the hungry looks of the men at the bar staring at you. and he didn’t like that. not one bit. before u could escape, he adjusted his grip on ur hand to on ur forearm, pulling u towards him as he kissed u possessively.

he heard ur small, surprised yelp as his soft —but bitten lips moved over yours, his tongue beginning to slip into ur silky mouth before u pulled away—face burning of shyness as soap and price looked away, a small smile playing on their lips out of amusement from ur embarrassment and ghost’s act possessiveness.

“love you.” simons gruff voice spoke; a slightly smug smirk playing on his pink lips.

“i love you too.” you spoke quietly biting ur lower lip as butterflies fluttered in ur tummy.

simon watched as u walked away, ur short skirt swaying as u stepped through the crowd.

“obsessed much?” soap chuckled, and price laughed with him.

“yes.” ghost replied shortly, taking a sip of his whiskey and setting it next to your strawberry daiquiri, cool water droplets beading off of ur drink.

three minutes passed and ghost started to feel unease settling in his gut.

turns out, his gut was right to feel that nagging way.

“stop!” through the music and loud chatter of people, he could hear your small voice shout. his heart dropped, and he immediately peeled through the crowd, his height making it easy for him to see over everyone’s head.

a thin man with blonde hair groped at ur body from outside the restroom door of the bar.

“jus-“ the man laughed sickeningly, grabbing ur breast as u tried to squirm away from him, tears streaming down your face. “stop movin’, baby, just wanna feel you.. bet ur nice and tight.” he smacked ur butt, cries escaping ur throat as u tried to gasp for simon’s name but nothing came out of your mouth as u shut ur eyes tightly. maybe this was a dream—maybe the man would go away—just maybe.

ghost’s body filled with an unimaginable amount of rage, and from the corner of the room, konig (who was drinking and leaning against a wall chatting up an older woman), confusedly looked at simon as the wall blocked his view of you.

he knew that deadly look in his friend’s eyes when he saw it.

shit.

loud thunks of simon’s combat boots pounded on the ground as he ripped the disgusting man off of you, his height towering over the man.

he could see the way you cried, eyes shut and whimpering as you choked on your sobs.

“hey!” the man shouted, right before ghost smacked his head into the wall; ghost’s fists colliding with the man’s face.

anger crawled throughout his body as he almost went on autopilot, the man’s face bloody and battered as simon repeatedly punched him.

punch, punch, punch—

“ghost!” price barked, trying to pry simon off of the man. “ he’s done, ghost. enough!”

your eyes peeled open as you cried, gasping as you saw the mess of a face of the man that assaulted you. his nose crooked as it took konig, price, soap, and gaz to pull simon off of the limp man.

the bar was quiet besides the music and ur little cries. blood splotched simon’s knuckles as he breathed heavily.

the man on the ground groaned, and simon almost broke through the grasp of his team behind him before the cloud of anger subsided when he heard your small, “s-simon.”

stepping on the man’s leg, simon’s large, bruised hands cupped your face, your eyes glossy with tears.

“cmon.” he spoke gruffly, holding you against him as you both made your way out of the bar to the back alley where it was quiet.

“i-“ you choked on a sob as ghost pulled you to him, his large frame dwarfing yours as he shushed you, kissing the top of your head.

“no one’s gonna hurt you like that again. i would’ve killed him—“ his accent was thick as his grip on you tightened. he took a deep breath.

you sniffled into his warm chest, ur arms wrapped around him tightly.

“are you okay?” he asked after a moment of listening to your small weeping cries.

you nodded. “‘m okay now, just scary ‘s all..” you hiccuped, and simon easily picked you up to be closer to you. you nestled your face into his neck, his large hand rubbing along your back.

“i should’ve been there.” he spoke quietly.

you sniffled, pulling away from his neck to look at him. “you didn’t know, ‘s okay.”

simon didn’t say anything, he just adjusted you in his grip and wiped the tears from your face gently with his calloused thumb.

you kissed his lips gently, giggling when he sucked on your lower lip tenderly.

simon’s body warmed at the sound.

he always knew immediately when he met you that he would kill for you.

and this night just proved that further.

he would do anything for you.

anything.

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writersdrug · 5 days

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You and Konig spend the night drinking and wake up to each other <3

Unsure if we’re hung over or still drunk

König and you being drunk homebodies

Warnings: vomiting/emetophobia trigger warning!! Mentions of sex, drunk reader and König, fluff, König being the caring partner we all crave

A/N: I know exactly who requested this and I'm sorry it took so long 😭 I don't even have an excuse, it just say on the back burner, but here you go! Enjoy~

Photo credit to 661ave

You don't remember much from the night before: just glimpses of this and that.

You and König dressed up for the awards ceremony, a glass of wine in each of your hands, managing to convince him to dance with you... holding some bronze, dark cocktail in your hands as König insists it's the best thing Germany ever made. From there, it only gets worse.

You remember laughter and giggles, promises whispered into your ear, making you blush... König pulling you outside of the event, nearly tripping over your own feet as he dragged you into a taxi... watching as he threw a wad of cash at the angry driver as you both shamelessly made out in the backseat of the car... continuing the fiasco on the loveseat in your home...

And then it goes black.

Last night, you felt like a couple of teenagers escaping a party. Now, you felt like you'd just finished a triathlon.

You groaned. The sunlight peering through the blinds was too bright, your stomach churned, your head was pounding, and there was something heavy and warm draped over your middle. You tried to push it off, to no avail - König made a sound, and his fingers twitched against your side.

"König..."

"... mm..."

"Get off..."

"... m... mh-mm..."

You sighed. You needed water - your mouth was drier than a desert, and every cell in your body screamed for hydration. You could stand to take a bath, too.

You tried turning your head to look at König - which was a mistake. The entire room spun dangerously, and your stomach threatened to empty its contents then and there. You slapped a hand over your mouth and threw Königs arm off of your body with all your might. You stumbled into the bathroom, crashing into the door frame and collapsing on your knees. You barely made it to the toilet in time to spill last night's dinner, gripping the edge of the bowl like it was your lifeline.

God, you thought, when was the last time I was hungover like this? Highschool?

As you were emptying your stomach, you felt a hand scoop your hair back and away from your face. You saw König out of the corner of your eye - he was only in his boxers, sliding down the edge of the tub to sit next to you, his legs splayed out before him. He held his other hand over his eyes as you finished your business.

You panted, pulling the handle to flush and squeezing your eyes shut. Your stomach felt better, but your head was pounding, like you were being stoned. "Thanks..." You mumbled to König, and he grunted in response.

"Better?" He asked, still shielding his eyes from the bathroom light.

You groaned. "Yeah." You sat back on the cool tile, leaning against his chest. "Never trusting any of your recommendations again, by the way."

He exhaled, possibly meant to be a laugh. He let go of your hair and rested his hand on your thigh. Watching his thumb rub soothing circles into your skin made you feel dizzy. To be honest, you couldn't be sure that you weren't still drunk. Between the spinning room and the lightness in your chest, there may have been a bit of drunkenness left in your mind - but that could have also been from vomiting.

"Let's not do that again..." You mumbled.

"Mhm..." he said, his voice hoarse from dehydration. "What was it we did?"

"Idunno. You told me to try a drink - I think I had three- no, four..."

"Jägermeister..." he mumbled in a pained voice.

You both sat there for a few minutes, eyes squeezed shut as you focused on breathing. The feeling of König's breath washing over the crown of your head was soothing, even in your half-dead state. You would have been content to stay like that, sat up against him on the cold, bathroom floor as you recovered from your hangover.

Eventually, König threaded his hands under your armpits and helped you stand, guiding you into the bathrub behind you. He murmured something in your ear about "need to get something", before he turned on the shower and let the cold water hit you. You griped and tried to change it to a warmer setting, but he told you to let it run for a few minutes. "It'll feel better, schatz."

He left the bathroom door open as he trudged - stumbling was a better word - into the living room. Despite the constant fogginess in his mind, and the ache in his legs, he was a man on a mission to take care of his partner (and afterwards, himself). He began picking up all the clothes that he had torn off of you and himself in a hasty desire for drunken sex. He would have gotten hard at the memory of him plowing you into the sofa, and at the sound of your drunken moans and giggles as he struggled to hold himself above you - but his hangover prevented him from having any sort of reaction to said memories. The most he could do was laugh and snatch your panties that were hanging off the corner of the TV.

He piled the clothes next to the washer and dryer, then moved into the kitchen. He fixed two thermouses of water for the both of you, and grabbed an extra glass and an Alka seltzer for him. He carried the items back to the bedroom, peeking into the bathroom as he passed.

You stood in the shower as the freezing water hit your back, hugging yourself and shivering at that point. You eventually gave up waiting for König and turned the knob to the left; you sighed in relief as the warmth seeped into your bones, melting away some of the fogginess in your head and making you feel less grimy. You leaned your forehead against the tile in front of you - your stomach lurched a bit, but you knew there was nothing else to come up.

You heard König slide into the shower behind you, but you kept your head against the tile. He whispered something in German that you were too exhausted to decipher. His hand gently slid onto your forehead as he pulled you back against him. You leaned there, eyes closed as you let his scent wash over you.

"Mein liebling..." he murmured, massaging his fingers into your shoulder muscles.

"Don't call me that." You spoke softly. "You tried to poison me last night."

He chuckled, rubbing a warm, wet cloth over your neck and shoulders. "Almost took myself out, too, didn't I?"

After a moment of standing in the silence with him, feeling drag the cloth softly over your face, you realized that he was replicating your nighttime skincare routine. Except, it was currently one in the afternoon, and you normally don't do it in the shower. You would have told him that he was using the wrong kind of cloth to clean your face, but you decided to keep your mouth shut. Both out of gratitude and the comfort of his touch.

He carefully finished washing your face, then your body, making sure to be gentle and slow. He whispered unintelligible phrases against your scalp as he turned off the water. He pulled you into the center of the bathroom and wiped you down with a towel - you were practically asleep standing up, but he made sure to hold you steady.

After you both brushed your teeth together, he helped you pull on some clothes, before letting you crawl back into the bed. He then went back into the bathroom to finish drying himself off. You kept your eyes closed, listening to the ambiance of König's movements, combined with the sound of the breeze outside.

You looked towards the window and noticed he had cracked it open. You also noticed there was a thermos and a sleeve of crackers on the nightstand, right within your reach. You felt a sudden onslaught of emotions and tears forming in the corners of your eyes; maybe it was because you were hungover (or at this point, possibly still drunk, you couldn't tell), but it finally broke the damn, and you began to cry, quiet sobs and sniffles breaking the near silence in the bedroom.

Instantaneously, you heard König nearly breaking his legs as he floundered over to you. The towel he had held had yet to hit the floor by the time he was kneeling by your side.

"Was? Was ist falsch? Are you ok?" He said, placing a hand on your forehead with a worried expression.

You let out a sob. "Nothing, it's stupid- you're too good to me... you're hungover too- and you- you did all this shit for me- 'n here I am, not doing anything at all for you-" your words melded with your sobs, which had taken over the conversation.

He sighed with relief, petting the crown of your head and planting a kiss there. "Liebling... I'll always take care of you- even when I don't feel gut." he murmured. "You always come first - but I promise I'll take care of myself too, ok? Just for you."

You sniffled again and nodded. "M'kay..." You mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to stop the flow of tears - you needed all the hydration you could get.

"Although, promise me one thing-"

"Hmm?"

"Let's not to do this again. It's not good for you, and I can't take care of you properly when I'm like this."

You nodded again. You'd rather be in hell than have this bad of a hangover. "Promise."

König placed a satisfied kiss to your forehead again, muttering a quick "Geh schlafen, süßes Mädchen..." into your scalp. He stood back up and headed back to the bathroom, picking up the discarded towel and rubbing it over his hair. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, scoffing at the bags under his eyes. Not what I used to be, eh? He thought.

He headed back into the room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the dresser, and lazily tugged them on. He thought about putting on a shirt, but the idea of it made him cringe. He felt overstimulated enough as it was - the shirt would just feel suffocating. He then shuffled over to the bed and climbed in, pulling you against him with an arm wrapped around your waist. He sighed, tucking your head underneath his chin.

"At least we have all weekend, ja?" He said quietly.

You didn't respond, making him crane his neck to look down at you. "Schatz?" He said, holding his hand in front of your nostrils. He knew you were alive, of course - but the feeling of your warm, slow breaths against his fingers granted him peace of mind.

He chuckled, tucking his hand back around your waist as you slumbered on. "Süße Träume, mein liebe." He whispered, curling around you and letting his eyes fall shut.

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Bleh I wasn't too confident with this one, but I'm trying to clear out my drafts so I pushed it out. Hope yall like it! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 🥰

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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"Moon"

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: König thinks about how he got here with you.

A/N: Small blurb I after I read this quote below. Enjoy :)

"Moon"

“We’re both looking at the same moon, in the same world. We’re connected to reality by the same line. All I have to do is quietly draw it towards me.”

—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Surrounded by dirt and sand, in the middle of the desert, he sits there staring at the moon. The fire they just made is put out. Smoke goes up in the air and disappears. He looks at the sky, how the moon lights up the night and makes him miss home. He’s been wandering around with his team attempting to find his target. First in a forest, where he was eaten alive by bugs, then camping out near a desert, where he had to skillfully not die from dehydration. He’s in unfamiliar territory, and it’s nothing that he hasn’t done before, but everything now feels unreal.

How he was just in the forest over 24 hours ago, but now he's in a desert camping out. Sometimes it feels that way on missions, he’s not fully there. He’s often someone else, in another body, completing the tasks of others. He sometimes takes pleasure in those killings, breaking jaws, spilling guts, and blood across his gloves. It’s not like him. There’s a thin line between delusion and fantasy.

The only thing tying him to reality is the moon.

The moon that has been there for him as a child, the same one you two looked up at on your first date. His fingers intertwined with yours, he could smell your shampoo in the air, and looked carefully at you, how the moon kissed and lit up your face.

He wishes he could feel you, hear you, see you. Being far from you makes his heart ache for you. Sleeping alone has become one of his current struggles while away.

He sometimes stares at the moon through the window in your room, traces and follows the light, how it curves on your face, how peaceful the moon is towards you and him in the same bed.

He remembers as a boy staring at the moon when he had no friends, no connection to anyone. How the moon looked lonely to him, maybe the moon was created and placed there for him.

He wondered how people did it on Saturn, where they had 83 moons, a different moon being discovered every day, were there lonely little boys like him on that planet?

He lays down, puts his arms behind his head, breathes in, expecting to hear your breathing echoing off next to him. But it’s silent.

But then there’s some shuffling around, Horangi next to him sits up, one arm under his head, the other in front of him.

“Hey König, are you not sleeping yet?”

“No”

“Hey König.. you thinking about aein?” Hornagi asks again, a slight tease to his sentence.

König keeps his eye on the moon. Couldn’t believe there was someone tethered to him in this world.

When he was a boy, his mother— the romantic, had told him about the connection everyone has from a red string.

“There’s someone out there for everyone,” she whispered to him one night, after he cried from the bullying at school.

“You can’t see the red string, because it was placed by a jealous person, only they can see the invisible red string that connects you to your partner.” She squeezed him tight, rubbed his back.

“Maybe your partner is also staring at the moon like you.”

König thought this was stupid. He told himself there wasn’t anyone in this world for him, which is why he took pleasure in the work he did. A monster at school, became a monster on the field. Nobody could want him then, why would they now? He continued to distance himself from any sort of acquaintance.

Until he met you, someone who by chance had met him in this universe, this lifetime, and decided to begin a life with him. Were you always there? How long were you waiting? Why did you keep him waiting?

Someone who never has enough of him, he touches his chest where you left your marks all over him the night before he left. He smiles to himself. Remembering where each bite and kiss was placed. How your lips were raw and plump the morning he woke up next to you. He woke up 3 hours before he needed to leave to just stare at you sleeping. He would miss the moon lighting your face at night. He would miss waking up next to you. Making your coffee, feeling the warmth of someone laying next to him. He had to practically drag himself out the door to say goodbye.

He thinks of all the things that needed to happen before you two came together. He thinks of how he needed to be here, enduring this hardship, joining KorTac in order to have met you. Would you have crossed paths any other way? He knows for sure he wouldn’t have met you in Austria.

Maybe his mom was right. Maybe the universe had rewarded him for his patience.

He pictures how the universe knew to make you for him. He holds up his hand to the moon, the outline of his humongous hand, how it overtakes yours, and fits so perfectly with his. He can wrap his hand across the side of your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, his middle finger touching your ear. He gently kisses your face at night.

He touches his lips, imagines how your lips feel against his when you kiss for too long and you begin to giggle, or when you're in a serious makeout session and it hungrily pries his mouth open.

He settles back into the makeshift sleeping bag, still staring at the moon. He’ll be home soon, and he can go back to reality.

He’s so happy the universe rewarded him.

He imagines you looking up at the moon as well, waiting for him too.

#könig x reader #könig #könig mw2 #könig blurb #something small i did #call of duty #konig x reader #konig x you #konig call of duty

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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I think König would have a praise kink or a size kink or both.

A/n: Excellent!…

P.S: I wrote this on the way to work 😂

Pushing Konig down on the bed you gave the man a crooked smile. Your fingers running through his hair, your teeth nipping at his neck. “Such a good boy.”

Grabbing your hips you felt his hardness press into your core. You could feel how hard he, it felt good. You never thought a simple praise could effect the man so much. “More.”

Grinning you let your fingers run down his pants until you zipped them down. Placing another kiss to his neck you started to leave kisses down the exposed skin until you finally reached his cock. Running your tongue over the tip you looked up at him from your eyes lashes as he started to breath heavy. His hand clutching the sheets tightly. “You have the perfect cock and it’s all mine.”

Grabbing the base of his dick you slowly took more of his member in your mouth. Your tongue circling the head.

Groaning deeply, Konig bucked his hips as he thrusted into your mouth. His fingers running through your hair. You felt so good, you always knew how to make him feel good. Shivering he turned his head away, his breath coming out in pants. Konig could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers running up and down his shaft, your tongue continuing to work the tip.

Your name slipping from his lips as he raised his hips as he released in your mouth. His cum coming out in thick ropes in your mouth. Looking up at your boyfriend you gave him a grin licking your lips shifting your body so you were now laying by his side.

“Feeling better.”

Still catching his breath the only thing he could do was nod.

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mausinly · 3 months

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The urge to make one-sided love/rejection angst with Mace x reader is so strong.

#maus.txt #mace call of duty #mace x reader #mace cod #mace cod x reader #hes so underrated guys he has like NO FICS HERE #ive found like one or two little blurbs #also mace is not the one getting rejected lol #call of duty x reader #cod x reader #ghost x reader #john price x reader #konig x reader #<-tags for reach

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anticanonsposts · 5 months

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shower stress relief

nsfw, mdni

ok listen....

y’all are showering together and he is looming over you, your back is against the wall and his arms/elbows are braced above your head. You are ever so gently jerking him off, or rather he is fucking himself into your hand, because he has been so good all day and you are talking him through it.

telling him how pretty he is

he's trying simultaneously make out with you but keeps breaking the kisses by moaning

he has a whole body shudder when he finishes but you're so mean so you keep palming his tip and he starts whining

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reaper-chan666 · 9 months

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Hellow 0w0

Can I request Simon and soap finding a kitten on their day off and bringing back to the dorms. Gaz and Konig are super happy but they all hide it from price cuz he's not going to agree. Shenanigans of them maybe trying to hide the kitten.

But oh surprise actually Price knew all along

I absolutely can!!

Thanks for the request!

Enjoy some fluffy 141!

Contains: Swearing

Not proofread

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No pets.

That was the rule, that had always been the rule, enforced by Laswell, and re-enforced by Captain Price.

Pets were too distracting, too dirty, too much maintenance, and had too high a price point. It was impossible to convince the higher-ups to get military dogs on base, so there would absolutely be no way to bring in a personal animal. All the soldiers knew it, ESPECIALLY the guys in the 141, so you'd think it would be an easy rule to follow, that no one would be stupid enough to bring an animal on base.......

"C'mon Simon, fucking hurry up and bring in the bags, I can't keep it quiet forever!" The thick Scottish accent, whispered out in annoyance and urgency. "Shut up Johnny, I'm hurrying as fast as I can, just go in already, head for my room, it'll be safe enough there. I'll join you in a minute. Now stop the commotion, you look suspicious!" Simon "Ghost" Riley hissed back, eyes rolling behind dark sunglasses. Johnny nodded his head and quickly made his way to the agreed upon room, Simon hurrying after. Little did they know, they had eyes suspiciously watching them from afar.

It only took 2 minutes for them to be caught, thankfully it was only Gaz and Konig, who were on their way back to their rooms after showering. After a few minutes of them interrogating the suspicious duo, Simon pulled them all into his room.

"Johnny show them, just show them that that they'll shut up already," Simon grumbled. Johnny shrugged and reached to undo the pouch he had fastened on his thigh, Gaz and Konig looking at it intently, when suddenly.....

*POP*

A tiny black black head with tiny white ears popped out of the pouch. Tiny, angry meows erupted from the tiny mouth, angry at being woken up from its nap. Johnny reached to pull the kitten, one almost alarmingly small, from the pouch. Before he could though, Konig's large hand swiped the kitten into his arms, gently cooing at it, shocking the others with the gentle actions. Gaz quickly joins Konig, cooing and gently petting the kitten. Johnny explains quickly, "we found her on the side of the highway, thankfully it wasn't super busy, so we could quickly stop and go get her. We found her about 5 days ago, we took her to the vet already. Turns out, she's about 4 months old, but is only the size of a 2 month old kitten, she's also blind in one eye, but the sweetest little lass. By this time, the kitten had been passed from Konig to Gaz, and from Gaz to Simon. "What are you going to do with her? We can't keep her here, you two know that. "Gaz says, worried about the kitten's safety. "About that," Simon says hesitantly, "we're keeping her here with us. I already talked to one of the tech people, they'll watch her when we're on missions, and we'll switch rooms every few days, the night before Price does the in depth room checks." Gaz and Konig looked at the two like they had grown multiple heads, immediately denying the choice to keep the kitten. After a very tense moments, Johnny nods at Simon, giving a wordless signal. Simon removed his sunglasses, held the kitten next to his face, and gave a downcast expression towards the duo, crystal clear eyes pleading in a way that the man would never say out loud. The look broke the walls Gaz and Konig built up, and they quickly agreed to helping hide the kitten.

A week passed

Johnny ran into the armory, startling Konig, who was just cleaning his rifle. "Konig, hood up! I got Price on my ass, he almost saw Phantom!" Without hesitation, Konig threw up the bottom of his hood, snagged the kitten, and slipped her under his hood, snuggled into his neck, and adjusted the hood right before Price walked in. "Konig, MacTavish, everything alright in here? MacTavish, you looked like you had an emergency that needed to be tended to in here, you all good?" He asked, causing the two men to glance at each other. "No captain, everything is fine, I just forgot I was going to show Konig the new dirk I got while I was on leave," Johnny lied smoothly, Konig nodding in agreement. They stood around talking for a few minutes about the best blades to use in combat, before they all heard the quietest 'mew.' Johnny bit the inside of his cheek, knowing that Price heard the sound, seeing as he was closer to Konig. "Konig, what was that sound?" Price questioned, squinting suspiciously. Konig jumped in, thick accent sounding even thicker, "oh, I was practicing cat calling, is that not what that means?" The Austrian man tilted his head in mock confusion. Price opened his mouth, shut it, opened it again, before shutting it and walking off. The two men still in the room breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this was going to keep getting worse.

Over the next few days...

Simon was sleeping with the kitten on his chest when Price suddenly knocked on the door to his room, startling him. He looked around for a way to conceal the kitten, his eyes landed on a dirty shirt. He laid the kitten on the floor, threw the shirt over her, and slid her behind his spare combat boots. With that done, he called for Price to come in, only for him to glance around the room, talk about an upcoming mission, and leave as quickly as he had shown up. Simon let out the breath he was holding, retrieved the kitten, and fell asleep again.

A day or two later....

Gaz was walking down the hall to return the kitten to Johnny, as it was his night to keep her. He saw Price heading disc the hallway towards him. Thinking fast, Gaz stuffed the kitten into the pocket of his jacket, hoping he was quick enough. Price stopped him and they spoke about the mission that was coming up. After a few minutes they heard the sounds of new recruits arguing and Price ran off to put a stop to it before it could become physical. Gaz took off as soon as Price was out if sight, quicking making it into Johnny's room and dropping off the kitten with him.

Over the next two weeks, the 4 played hide-n-seek with their little kitten, Phantom. They had multiple close calls, with the kitten being placed in an empty first aid kit, to ammunition boxes, to inside cabinets, and even inside Konig's spare boots. But Price had no clue about the kitten yet.

Until...

One day, a few days after the boot incident, the kitten escaped Gaz's room when he didn't fully latch the door. Once the boys realized what had happened, they tore apart the base trying to find her before Price did.

Johnny rounded the corner into the team's lounge, freezing in his tracks as he saw Price sitting on the couch, his hat in his hands, and little Phantom napping inside his hat. The rest of the guys almost crashed into him as they all turned the corner, all turning their attention to their captain, and the little bundle of fur he was smiling down at.

Price looked up at them, not giving them a chance to come up with excuses, started speaking. "You boys aren't as sneaky as you thought you were," he chuckled, petting Phantom's fur, "I knew from day one, when Ghost and Soap got back from leave, that we had a new mascot. And while I wish you had told me about this little angel, I understand why you didn't." The four men looked down, feeling guilty about hiding this from their captain, well, trying to at least. "Well, now that we're all here, including this little one, we need to talk about the changes that are going to happen around here," Price said gruffly, making the boys nervous. Would they have to give up Phantom? Price paused, then smirked and continued, "I've set up an old office for this little one, so that she has her own space when we're gone and we don't have to worry about her getting out. She's family now. And in the future, don't hide things like this from me, I might surprise you with my resounded." The boys all smiled, even Ghost, and Johnny gave a quiet cheer, as they all settled down in the lounge, enjoying each other's company.

End.

#ok it feels like no one was in character for this #but hey #cod #ghost #soap #this turned into something way longer than a blurb or drabble but thats a ok with me haha #i honestly dont know how to use tags its different than wattpad help #request #Price #Konig #141 #Gaz #reaper chan's writings

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saddestsquid · 2 months

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Pizza Delivery Guy König :((

18+ !!

All tall and awkward on your doorstep, not being able to meet your eyes as he hands you the warm pizza box. His face immediately burning red when you graze his big hand as you grab the box and slyly pull your blouse down, mentioning to him how you don’t have any money to pay for it.

Asking him what such a big, handsome man is doing delivering pizzas, telling him he deserves a break and pulling him into your house, giggling at him when he knocks his head on the doorframe in his excited rush.

König who stares down at you between his legs like he’s seeing the sunset for the first time, fingers that were tapping nervously against your couches armrest turning into a death grip when you take his stupidly big dick out and start pumping it, muttering impressed coos that have him twitching in your hand.

König who lets out the most adorable whimpers and groans when you take him into your mouth, soft pretty lips stretching wide against his flushed tip. He’s surprisingly respectful for a guy who’s clearly never gotten a blowjob before—not bucking his hips up or pushing your head down until you choke—but you can see his resolve slowly slipping away with every bob of your head, soft hands gripping at whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth (which was about half of the weapon standing between his legs).

But if you drag your tongue against the vein on the side? Yeah, he’s gone. With a deep groan he grabs your hair and shoves your head down as he releases thick, hot spent down your throat, little gasps and whimpers leaving him when you swallow it all up without fail.

König who doesn’t walk out of your house with money, but a satisfied smile and your number.

…

Rararara he’s so stupid I love him so much :33

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powerfultenderness · 10 months

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Heelloohh! It kenat stop itching my brain so imma share it to everyone, Neighbor könig startling Y/n as y/n let out a questionable sound, and the following nights neighbor könig's he dreamt about that... Please powerfultenderness! THANK YOU!!!!!

🤭 Ooooh boy!!! König's dreams!

Gonna drop a Mature 18+ rating on this one because of those dreams!

König tried to say hi to you, but you ignored him, walking down to the mail room and humming to yourself. He followed you, about to speak up again when he noticed the white earbuds you were wearing. Ah! You couldn’t hear him! A wicked smile crossed his face as he dropped back a few steps while you blissfully continued on your way.

He waited until you had closed your mailbox, attention fully on sorting through the various letters in hand, before he pounced.

“Got you!” He shouted as quickly pulled you in his arms, lifting you in the air enough that your feet swung from the ground.

“Aieee!”

You squealed, mail flying through the air, and kicked your feet out at nothing. Your hands clasped down on his arms as you looked up and behind you to the laughing mad man.

“König! Let me down!”

Still laughing, and with his arms still around you, he set you back on the ground. “You should pay more attention!”

You rolled your eyes and popped your earbuds out and stuffed them in one of your pockets. “Stop laughing!”

Of course that only had him laughing harder, practically leaning on you to keep himself upright.

“König!” You whined and tried to wiggle out of his hold, not very successfully, the man had an iron grip (and chest!).

“Ok! Ok! Sit down, my little bunny.” He once again lifted you from the ground, not nearly as high in the air, and gently sat you down on the table that was pushed against the wall under the mailboxes.

For just a quick moment he was standing between your knees, your thighs spread wide just to accommodate him, and you let out a quiet gasp and whimper in that short moment. He stills, big warm hands grasping at your thighs and you panic. You quickly pull away from him and slap your hands over your face, “it’s not funny, König!” You whine and sniffle and-

“Shit! Are you crying?” He jerked away, as quickly as if he’d been burned and started to fret around you, unsure if he should touch you again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A sob racks your body and you hiccup and gasp for a breath.

“I’m sorry, my love! I’m so-” he was leaning down enough to peek at your face, still mostly hidden by your hands, enough to see that you were holding back a smile. “You’re laughing!!” He jumped back and pointed an accusatory finger at you!

You finally let go and dropped your hands from your face as you threw your head back in laughter. “Ahahhahahaha!!! That’s what you get for scaring me, you big jerk!”

You must have looked like two maniacs just sitting in the mail room laughing like crazy, but neither of you could care at the moment what any passerby would think of you.

He helped you gather your fallen mail, and grabbed his mail while he was there too, and the two of you still shaking in laughter, walked you back to your flat.

Flowers. Pretty flowers that faded from sight as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck. “So beautiful.”

You gasped, arching into his touch and whimpering as he nibbled and lapped against your pulse point.

“König,” your arms were around his neck, hands clawing at the back of his shoulders like your life depended on him. Good, he growled as his lips traveled up your neck to your face, you needed him, he pressed his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He needed you.

You squeezed your thighs around his waist and let out another erotic whimper. You pulled back from him, he tried to follow, but you gently pushed one hand against his chest to stop him. “König,” you whispered and glanced shyly away from him. He didn’t like that. He nudged your chin so you were looking at him again. “What?”

“Can I sit on your face?”

His eyes rolled back and he groaned, hips grinding into you. “Yes! God, yes! Please!”

He picked you up from the mail room table and turned around to set you on his bed, hands flying underneath the skirt of the pretty dress he bought you to pull down your panties, black lace finding a new home in his pocket.

Then he climbed on the bed, laying down while simultaneously pulling you, giggling the whole time, on top of him. You sat up, knees spread apart so that you were straddling his chest. He ran his hands up your thighs, pushing your skirt high against your waist, the fabric pooling down your center. “Come here,” he tried to get you to move higher on him, but you ignored him and leaned down instead.

You softly pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss. “König.”

He gladly returned your kiss, but upon its natural conclusion he once again tried to entice you to move, just a little more.

“König.” You repeated with a breathy sigh.

“What?”

“König!”

“WHAT!”

“Jesus, man! Wake up, it’s go time!”

“Fuck!” König shook the dream from his mind for now, focusing on the mission before him. But the second he had a moment of free time, his thoughts went back to that dream.

[More neighbor König]

#wybwtjmiadz #könig x reader #könig x fem reader #neighbor!könig #konig x reader #blurb #lmaooo even in his dreams!!!#when he called her my love in german #she didn't understand it.#she mostly uses context clues when he speaks german to understand him. and just assumes his nicknames are common friendly nicknames

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