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shotmrmiller · 27 days

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expanding on the konig ask // it turned a bit nsfw sorry

könig would mistake your simple kindness as a crush.

he'd been slightly startled when you gently rapped on his office door to ask him if he wanted a cup of warm caffeine before breakfast since you're already getting one for yourself. (he hasn't a clue that horangi had practically begged for one too.)

then was the one time you'd offered to stitch the tear in his hood. he'd sputtered, completely taken aback by how brazen you'd been. "nein." he'd stiffly walked away apple-cheeked; hands balled into fists in his pockets. (no one knows how to sew for shit, you're the team medic of both bodies and clothing.)

then you bring him an apple pastry. the pencil (könig, please. we are in 2k24 use a pen) snaps in his hand when you choke out, "apfel strudel". his mother tongue rolling off of yours is truly too much and when you leave, he fists himself under his desk with the butchered words echoing inside his head. shame roils in his gut after— post-nut clarity hitting like nothing else— and with a snarl, he wipes the thick cum off of his hand on his pants while using the other to eat the treat that you so kindly baked for him. (the pastry was cold and made of tart green apples which he's hated since he was a lad.)

and now, with your head resting on his padded shoulder, dozing off. his tongue is tied in a knot and there's a lump in his throat because no one's ever really dared to be so forward with him. not only is he a walking pussy deterrent— what with his height and creepy, blank stare— but he's also a colonel; your superior. he can only have him under you in one way and that's under his command. so he makes his choice. once the helo lands back at base, könig taps the side of your helmet with his finger and mutedly asks you to meet him in his office.

"i am flattered, ja? but you must cease this behavior."

"sir?"

he clenches his jaw, crooked teeth gnashing together in determination. he won't let your pretty, round face deter him from his duty to his country, the team, nor you. it simply wouldn't be fair. he's your leader so it's up to him to put a stop to this. könig refuses to acknowledge the look of disappointment on your face. (delusional. you look confused because you literally have no idea what he's talking about.)

"the food—"

"you didn't like it? the apfel strudel?" he chokes on his spit when you say it and turns around to pound at his chest. he doesn't hear how you had told fender to not order that dessert. 'just because it's austrian doesn't mean the colonel will like it.'

he's fortunate to have such a tall backrest on his office chair because his cock is already at half-mast and your dulcet voice reverberating off the plain walls of his small office is doing him no favors. könig stands directly behind it and dismisses you with a wave of his hand and a hoarse command.

how tantalizing you are, so bold to be showcasing your talent in home economics just like a frigatebird puffing its chest out to attract a mate. his grip on the chair tightens, the leather protesting with a soft creak.

it's just a crush. time will erode these frail sentiments you've come to have for him (for him! an old, ugly man whose virginity has practically grown back since the last time he slept with someone was a paid sex worker years ago) and so he'll just ignore them.

(he doesn't. he fucks his pillow every night— jaw trembling and saliva pooling— thinking it's you taking him instead and confuses your s/o as a relative.)

#könig x reader #könig call of duty #könig mw2

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ghouljams · 9 months

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Are you fucking kidding me???? Like??? Be real??? I have been asking you to write a fucking executioner!Konig for months and all I get is diddly. But some rando asks for a medieval!cod and you headcanon for everyone BUT Konig????? Don’t ever talk to me again. I hope you date goes bad. Karma is a bitch. I hate you.

- 👹

Where's my call-out post bitch? I'm literally just called you about writing fic for you. What happened to not reading your older siblings writing? Huh???

I'm spraying König with the hose right now, are you happy? Die.

König is a hunter. He likes the quiet of it, the solitude. It's easier to think with a bow or a knife in his hands. And it's simple. Hunting doesn't mean he has to talk to anyone, he sells to the butcher, keeps what he wants. The most talking he has to do is when he goes out to buy bread. Past that there's no reason to say anything to anyone.

Not that anyone wants to talk to him anyway. The deadly hunter, the silent giant, he is feared and respected in equal measure. He lives on the edge of town where he won't get visitors and its enough to make him call himself happy. Whether or not he actually is, is up for debate.

He's hunting when he first sees you. You're by the river, doing your washing against the well worn stones. The quiet birdsong and rustle of leaves accompany your humming. He watches you silently from his hide. The sun hits your cheeks through the leaves of the forest, and you're so beautiful he thinks you might be a nymph or some other spirit of the woods. He doesn't catch anything that day, too preoccupied with his silent vigil.

The next time he sees you is further down the river. He'd been careful to avoid the shallow end of it, not wanting to disturb you or his hunt. It's a wasted thought. You've waded out into the basin of the river, your clothes folded neatly on the shore as you slough off the summer heat and sweat. He watches you longer than he should, longer than is proper. He thinks of you later when he's alone.

He meets you a third time buying bread from the only decent baker in town. He's dropping coin into their waiting hand when you come out from the kitchen with fresh loaves. His mouth goes dry as you catch his eye and smile.

"You're in that house on the edge of the forest, right?" You ask, sweet as can be. He nods. "It must be a long walk here," another nod, "and lonely?" He hesitates, you smile a little wider, "maybe I can make a delivery sometime."

"That would be kind of you," he isn't sure quite how to respond, too worried he'll give himself away if he says too much, or too little.

"Yeah? I figure if you see me more often you won't have to spy on me in the woods." Your smile doesn't falter, König leaves quickly.

#Spec i hope your next bowl sends you to the shadow realm #ghoul speaks #sister tag #👹 anon #the real answer is that König is who i spun off into original fiction #hes a king with a terrible curse and a one sided crush on his maid #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig x oc #könig call of duty #medieval au

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tojisun · 2 months

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LMAO AS A KOREAN SPEAKER FUCKING WITH KONIG ALONGSIDE HORANGI WOULD BE SO FUN I'M LITERALLY FUCKING GIGGLING THINKING ABOUT IT

OMG RIGHT?

thinking about how horangi spits out his drink the first time konig confesses about how he feels for you in stilted korean while you’re right there, hearing and understanding all of it.

konig’s too busy butchering the language to notice the way you dropped your phone in your surprise, before you and horangi make shocked eye contact from above konig’s head.

it takes the two of you exactly five seconds to think: oh. oh but this is funny.

and so began the ‘fucking with konig’ agenda 😭

horangi always makes sure you’re in the room when konig begins his butchered confessions, but it’s not like that’s a hard job anyway. not when konig himself seemed to only pull this silly whenever you’re around.

calisto and rose are the next to figure things out, and it becomes this squad pass time LMAOO

its so funny thinking about horangi and you two teaming up against konig omgg like just you genuinely becoming more bold with how you talk to konig or how you dress around him.

you’re blatantly flirting at this point and yet—

“‘rangi, is it me or i’m being ‘spoony with’?” konig asks, and you get this image of him pouting underneath his mask.

you choke mid-chew on your apple; horangi barely stops himself from smacking his own face with his hands.

“it’s ‘flirted with’,” horangi finally mutters after a whole while of loaded silence. “not ‘spoony’.”

you finally run out of the room to guffaw.

holy shit.

#konig x reader #anon #ask #IM CRYINTT

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simonsdoll · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering, could you write something fluffy with König and reader? Reader writes a letter with a broken German and gives it to König. I thought it would be cute 😌

the first start

Pairing: Konig x reader

Warning:None.Pure fluff

A/N:Thanks love for the request and yes I do think it would be cute! Anyway hope you like and and enjoy!

- There was an obvious language barrier between the two of y’all but that didn’t stop you from at least trying to start a friendly connection. From what you’ve heard around base is that he spoke German

- You both had small conversations here and there but never to fully have friendly banter because Konig would either look at you like your crazy or he would just get quiet out of shyness but he most definitely was interested in you and what you had to say so he tried his best

- You sat on your desk with Google translate on your computer screen, asking him out to get a couple drinks since the mission with him was successful. You looked back at what you had wrote down and it wasn’t exact nor the precise translation but it’ll do

- You walked around the base looking for him and even asked a random soldier if they’ve seen him and they told you he was at the shooting range and that’s where you found him

- Entering the building was just faint bangs of weapons being fired until they stopped once you opened the creaky door. You locked eyes with Konig as he was lowering his weapon and set it down on a nearby metal table

- You slowly walked up to him and handed him the paper as he held it so gently. He looked a bit nervous as the paper shook slightly at his grasp and you smiled waiting patiently for a response

- As Konig was reading the paper the best he could, he shot quick glances at you and after a while you noticed him smiling by the way his eyes would crease around the opening of his mask.

- He then folded the paper and he gave it back to you and let you know that the German was butchered but that of course he would love to go out for some drinks

- He gave you a quick fist bump before returning back to what he was doing. In Konig’s mind he was absolutely frantic and his heart was racing. Someone wanted to hang out with him? People usually averted away from him but you wanted to hang out with him. It made him feel included and from that moment on he decided to put a lot more effort into the somewhat friendship yall had

- You looked back at the paper and you were so happy he somewhat understood what you were trying to say. Maybe when y’all go out for drinks y’all could maybe break the ice and know each other more. I mean he was a scary person when you didn’t know him but now he isn’t so much the bad person everyone claimed him to be. He just needed someone to talk to. That night y’all went out was a night to remember ; Konig was silly and hilarious when drunk.

- From that night on he would stay around you more and even looked out for you more than expected. Always reaching out to you to talk about similar interests or just about yalls day. He was even friendly enough to write you letters in German and have you translate them so you could understand him more. It always brought a smile to your face and the effort of him to go out of his way to help you understand him more was most definitely heartwarming.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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thekeystothebasement · 1 year

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WIPS and Requests

REQUEST-STATUS: Are open. I will not answer all requests, I will only write the ones where my writing flows naturally.

This post contains information about Requests, WIPS, and Pending Requests that I have received.

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Requests: I do full fics, Drabbles, Headcanons, and thirsts.

Depending on the type of requests I receive, Drabbles/Headcanons/Thirsts would probably be completed first before fic requests.

Please specify what type of request you want, if you don't I will just be assuming it's a drabble/headcanon/thirsts.

I write fluff, smut, angst, and whatever else there is.

Will write for:

Call of Duty

Ghost Soap Captain Price Gaz Phillip Graves Alejandro Vargas Rudy Parra Valeria?? (I'm afraid I'll butcher her character) Konig

Mortal Kombat

-I haven't written for MK yet, so the characters might out of character for them!

Bi-Han Tomas Vrbada Kuai Liang Johhny Cage Kenshi Takahashi Syzoth Shang Tsung

*If the character isn't on the list don't be afraid to ask, I might still take the request.

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A/n: I am a college student with a part-time job so any requests I received will take time to complete!!!

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lycheedr3ams · 7 months

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Hi excuse me, it's been over a month and i miss butcher König too much alr. Can i pls request something of him? He asked for her number, so will there be a date? :D thanks

I also miss butcher!könig!!!! I'm so happy to write for this AU always. Just fluff below the cut!!!! Reader is in college

part of the butcher!könig mini-series!!!

I think butcher!könig would be super nervous to ask you out since he has never had a girlfriend, ever. He's never even kissed a girl, let alone had one's phone number.

after you left the grocery store to go back to college, you and butcher!könig texted everyday. he frequently checked in how you were doing, how homework was going, if you were making friends, if you were being safe. you and him would also facetime a few times a week. but the poor boy is so camera shy that he'd still wear his mask over facetime, AND only have the camera angled towards his forehead :(

after a few weeks of just texting and facetiming, you suggested that butcher!könig come to your college so you could show him around. he clammed up over the phone. "she wants me to walk around her college, where there will be tons of people??" he thought to himself. he was panicking inside, but only nodded over the facetime call, his forehead slightly moving up and down.

"come on, you don't seem too excited!" you said teasingly, hiding the fact that you were a bit hurt. butcher!könig agreed to visit you, saying that he just doesn't like large crowds. you assured him that you'd walk him around campus when the crowds were low.

at the end of the day of showing butcher!könig around your college, he seemed to get nervous. "what's wrong? is it too crowded?" you asked worriedly. you had done your best to make sure he felt comfortable. that's when butcher!könig froze for a moment before whispering, "i..i want to... take you to... to dinner." he couldn't look at you as he spoke.

you blushed, and smiled widely. "that's good with me. do you want me to pick the restaurant?" butcher!könig shook his head. "nein, nein, I will do the planning. but if there's a place you don't really like, let me know and we won't go there, i promise."

your first official date with butcher!könig was a little awkward, since the poor boy had to remove his mask to eat. it was the first time you had seen him without his mask actually, and he blushed so bad when you said how handsome he was. but eventually, the both of you loosened up and had a good time.

"you have to promise to visit me again," you said when butcher!könig dropped you off at your dorm. "I want to take you out every week, Maus... if you'll let me," he added quietly. You smiled and kissed his cheek. "i look forward to it."

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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Hi. I’m new to this Thursday Thots and had a little concept… thing

We all know how König is with little Maus, always so caring for her and making sure he doesn’t hurt her… BUT deep down I feel like there’s a beast underneath… and as he’s spooning her from behind, kissing her neck and and thrusting gently into her from behind, whispering sweet praises and some German here and there… then he begins to lose himself everytime she sucks him in deeper and deeper, practically begging for her belly to be broken. So he loses himself, driving himself deeper as he leaves hickies and marks on his little Maus’ neck, cooing at her to keep looking in the mirror

But then he slows down, apologizing to her and asking if he hurt her before starting up again

I apologize if it’s too graphic and if I butchered it, I’ll never ask again-

Oh I absolutely am here for König losing himself in sex.

To me Konig has this pent up energy that he mostly keeps muted except for specific circumstances, like when he's fighting...or when he's fucking. Like he just gets so overwhelmed by it and ends up forgetting himself. Typically he's very gentle with his partners but if he's really enjoying himself he'll lose control a bit.

Of course he knows where to draw the line, and he always makes sure Maus is enjoying herself too

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simp4konig · 7 months

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someone should write alternate!konig (mandela catalogue) before i start taking the initiative...

KONIG HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE A TOP TIER ALTERNATE MATERIAL....

Contrary to my own personal headcannons (I make König out to be softer than he acrually is portrayed in the game because I want nothinf more thsn a beefy man to love me and be soft wirh me 🤩), for the most part, König's voicelines depict a harsh, commanding colonel on the battlefield, indiscriminately killing anyone in his field of vision, and laughing boldly at their expense after effortlessly breaking their spine over his knee like a twig.

Which all go to suggest that he could perhaps be unhinged, and even slightly sadistic? Instead of the duality of König prominent in my fics, all there could exist is a psychopath, an unpredictable maniac solely driven by the thrill of killing and inflicting unimaginable pain on innocents. After all, he has been displayed to have inhuman strength far surpassing one of a human, and taking advantage of it in the most inhumane of ways.

So, yes, in a way, in this AU he could potentially drive victims to suicide, a person's sleep paralysis demon that haunts them in every waking moment, always in the background, foreboding. Always looming in their peripheral, always dominating their nightmares, tormenting them and leaving them in emotional turmoil the precious moments before he finally does what he was brought up from hell to do, what all the agony brought them to their long-awaited demise...

...But I feel like he wouldn't be the type to deliberately want to drive people insane, you know? His finishing kill animations clearly show someone that has experience in killing people, and even enjoys inflicting pain. Slow deterioration of one's mental state takes too long, is too time-consuming, especially when he could immediately tear his target into pieces and fulfill his twisted purpose.

Rack up a kill count bigger than hundreds of alternates combined, being the top of the food chain, a merciless predator preying on anyone with a weak psyche, or stepping it up occasionally and breaking even those with the most resolve when eradicating humans became too little of a challenge, too repetitive. Boring.

...But idk 🤷🏼‍♀️ I wrote this in <15 minutes this could all be entirely wrong an i did not understand what the Mandela Catalogue is and butchered your idea☠️(sorry💔) ,This is just ky interprewtion of your idea and i honestly went down a littke rabbit hole tryinf to make an educated judgment 🤠 befire inevitably shitting on this 💩

Edit: Edited typos

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dogshit-gambler · 1 year

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Duality of Man: Konig x Medic!F!Reader

Summery: You’ve been captured by AQ and the battering ram guides you to safety.

SFW - Friends to Lovers (kinda) - Canon Typical Violence - Konig Being Unhinged - Also Konig Swearing his Devotion to Reader on This Fine Tuesday - Brief Mention of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - Too Lazy To Beta Read, We Die Like Men!!

☁ This isn’t exactly how you’d imagine spending a Friday night, you’d much prefer huddling up at home with a fresh cup of tea; but reality was never that kind. Instead, you were hiding behind a demolished bookshelf. Managing to escape your binds, hiding was the next best thing for a woman in capture. You knew help would arrive but you did not know if they’d survive. AQ was powerful, trafficking humans and weapons, their tyranny was wicked. You heard gunfire, wondering, praying if that was your aid dropping like flies.

☁ Konig was considered your friend, but he never had the guts to tell you how he really felt. To suffer from such anxiety, fighting was his medicine apart from your company. You wondered why someone like him would be so afraid of others and their cruel judgment when he was a mountain of a man. He was quiet and kind, his voice never loud or aggressive. Especially with you, he was considerate and gentle. You’d tended to his wounds before, easing him into peace with butchered German words he’d taught you with each stitch or dab or iodine. You never knew what he was like on the field, nor did you really want to know. He was described as a battering ram by others, standing at a noble 6′10. He was always the first to be seen but his desire to remain small always remained.

☁ The door was locked with a bolt chain and had an ammo create flush against it. You peeked around the broken shelf, noticing an AQ fighter by the door, a Russian made rifle in his hands. You stood no chance and were no fighter. Running was the only option. “You! Stay there or I’ll shoot!” He shouted at another hostage. You heard heavy steps sprinting in the hallway behind the door. Guns fired off like popcorn. Behind the locked door was Konig, the person you were hoping to see. Behind him stood Ghost who covered his back, shooting into anyone who dared showed even a sliver of their forehead behind the corner. “Go in, and I’ll cover you.” Ghost’s thick English accent rolled off his tongue in a surprisingly calm way. “Locked,” Konig grunted. “Is there anyone inside?” He called out in a cracked voice. His heart raced in his chest as he prepared to body-slam into the door. He was foolishly strong and a chain did nothing to protect the fighters from his wrath. He slammed the meaty side of his bicep into the door and heart the wood crack. Again, he slammed himself into the door. Your hands shook, sweat blinding your eyes from the blistering heat formed by the chaos. You knew his voice anywhere. His thick German accent was another part of him you admired. Konig growled as he pushed the door open, he felt a distinct heaviness against the bottom of it.

☁Fearing the worst, you slipped into the backroom and locked the door. The fighter, knowing he was outnumbered still stood his ground. “You idiot! You believe this will stop me?” Konig laughed as he made the final push through the door. In his act of bravery, he slammed into the fighter and knocked him to the ground. You watched from a bullet hole in the wall what Konig had done. He jabbed his combat knife into the side of the man’s neck and ripped it out with ease. Konig was a hulking figure, now covered in blood he was not the kind, gentle man you remembered. His eyes were wide, his muscle now hulking as blood rushed through him. Ghost stood behind him, the pair looking more like a team of demon hounds than your allies. He rose to his feet, blood dripping from his hood.

☁You banged on the door, tears in your eyes. “It’s me! I’m inside!” Konig snapped his head to your voice. “I’m coming! Stand back!” He rolled his shoulders before battering the door. “All’s clear,” Ghost said into his walkie talkie. “All hostages are found.” “Copy that, LT.”

☁ Konig barreled through the door and part of you wanted to run from him too. He looked... different. Like another version of himself was fronting. You could only see his eyes, but his pupils were so large they looked more like black pits. “Keine Sorge, ich bin hier, Y\N.” (Don’t worry, I’m here.) He dropped to his knees to meet you. “I’m right here. I’m here to take you somewhere safe.” He enjoyed killing but he’d never tell you. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten you, but he had surely done that now. “I...” His mask was stained in blood and he smelled like it. It was grueling to look at someone you cared about like that. “I didn’t scare you, did I, schatz?” (darling.) His eyes softened, his pupils back to their normal size again. “Come, let’s get you back to safety. Follow me, bitte.” (Please)

☁ For once, it was Konig tending to your wounds. Still, the image of him was seared into your mind. You rested on your side, your shirt pulled up to your ribs. He was quiet and hadn’t spoken to you since your rescue. “Did I scare you, Y\N?” He asked bluntly. He was so different now. He never removed his sniper hood but at least he didn’t wear the smell of death anymore. “I... didn’t mean for you to see that. I never... intended for you to see me like that, schatz.” He looked at you, his eyes relaxed on your skin. You winced in pain as he cleaned the wound on your side. “I’m sorry.” He said, gently patting your skin. You weren’t upset at him for just doing his job, you were just... surprised by that side of him. By seeing him kill ruthlessly and swiftly, without a trace of humanity left in his eyes. Now, he was tender. Now, he was different. “You’d never... be angry at me, right, Konig? Now of course if I did something to deserve your anger, but I mean... You’d never...”

☁ I’d never hurt you. I swear it. I promise. Du hast mein wort.” (you have my word)You trusted him with your life after tonight, as he proved he’d go through great lengths to protect it. His large hands worked tenderly to bandage the wound. “I need you to sit up, please. Move slowly.” His voice was quiet, but still had an air of strength to it. He helped you sit up so he could wrap a bandage around your lower half. He was crouched before you as he wrapped the bandage around your stomach. “Ich weiß, es tut weh...” (I know it hurts.) You placed your hand on the top of his head, your fingers treating his mask like a tender head of hair. You ran them down to his ear and where you thought his jaw would be. He looked in your eyes, the contact making his heart race. He finished the bandage, pulling your shirt down in place. He remained before you, kneeling. Two eye holes were cut in his hood, the tender blue eyes gazing at you. “Thank you, Konig.” He relished in your gentle touch, the urge to lean into your hand was very tempting. “You’re most welcome. It’s the least I could do.”

#Konig #Konig COD #COD Konig #cod fanfic #cod fandom

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gremlingottoosilly · 6 months

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Stranger danger (slasher!Konig x fem!Reader)

You never wanted to go to this stupid party. Turns out, you were right all along - it doesn't save you from this weird guy in a Ghostface mask though. Warnings and tags: Non-con, size difference, knives, slasher-y, slight degradation, obsessive Konig, yandere Konig, praise kink Word count: 3069 AO3

You told your friends you didn’t want to go to this stupid party. No one cared. You asked them for at least a funny group costume, and everyone agreed – only to bail at the fucking party, so you were the only one who went as a freaking ant from that one extremely sad meme. With a little handkerchief on a stick and everything. No one got it.

You told your friends that you wouldn’t want to get drunk unless they would be with you because, honestly, college parties are the worst, and you don’t want anyone to get roofied. They left you by the snack table, making you eat smarties and occasional chips like salt counts don’t exist.

You were munching on a particularly tough pretzel – the packaging was saying something in German, as exotic as this college could fucking get without being too scared of spices – when The Guy dropped himself on the couch next to you.

Yes, The Guy – because you were in no right to call him just a guy, a dude, a lil’ bro, or anything like that. He was way over 6 feet, probably creeping on being the new form of a fancy light post, and built like a bear that was eating nothing but protein and particularly tasty American tourists. Dressed in all black, very original, he must love spending time in various shops and choosing between 50 shadows of the same dark attire.

At this point, you were not surprised that he was wearing a Ghostface mask. At this point, you lost all of your capabilities to be surprised – only slightly intrigued, perhaps, and a little bit aroused when he manspreaded his legs and pushed his knee right against your leg, not stopping until he crammed you to the corner of a sofa. How the one man could take so much space, you had no idea. What he was eating to grow up this big – also.

He looked like at least three frat boys from a sports team crammed together in one body. Tight muscles that could be seen even through the bagginess of his clothes – you aren’t sure if you could survive looking at his pecks without wanting to give up all of your life earnings for a gym membership.

— Hey.

A master of flirting, you just needed someone to talk to.

The Guy didn’t respond.

You frowned – a typical college boy would already try to flirt with you, probably getting you drunk to get an easy lay for the next 10 seconds of pure physical exercise. If he wasn’t interested in a conversation, he probably shouldn’t have sat in your corner – unless he wanted to steal snacks, of course. Something in his figure told you that he would be a freaking hurricane in the snack aisle.

He smells like metal – weird, you think. Not like you wanted to smell him, of course not. You were just crammed in a really tight place against his shoulders, your nose forced to press into his shirt and inhale the deep scent of some generic perfume, a surprising hint at laundry detergent and cleaning supplies – and, of course, said metal.

You expected sweat and cheap booze – but this means it smells like a butcher and a cleaning lady at the same time.

To closer observation, he looked…nervous, almost. Hands fidgeting with a fake knife that he probably snatched from some Halloween supply shop – it’s surprisingly heavy looking, without that cheap shine that a lot of Ghostface costume knives have, and you feel almost endeared by the way he fidgets and spins the knife in his hands. Still, somehow, he looked anxious.

— Are you alright?

He continues to sit here silently. You fight the savior instinct inside of you, reminding yourself that you do not need to nurse and mother a grown-up college boy who is probably too high to talk right now or simply dozed off in his mask with no one to notice this – but still, something in his hunched posture made you feel…soft. Tender. This, or you’re too drunk to not be a doting mommy, since all of your friends ditched you and your sad ant cosplay to be slutty fish sticks.

— Ja, I’m fine.

German accent. This is a surprise for a college boy at this party. Guys who are usually visiting those places can barely speak English, so knowing German with that perfect weird accent of his makes you feel…things. Never too much for accents, you still sat a bit closer, your face pressed against his shoulder. Cheek smashed on his skin – he doesn’t say anything about extreme physical contact. You’re surprised at your own confidence.

— From which program are you?

— What?

— Like…which school. What do you study?

He paused. Flicks the knife in his hands – from this angle, it looks way too sharp for a simple plastic knife. Guy must be a crazy cosplayer who spends hours on trying to make foam and metallic paint look this realistic – you admire this level of nerdiness a little bit. With this skill, he could be more than a generic Ghostface.

He shrugs, leaving you without an answer. Alright, not much of a talker. Probably from computing, STEM boys always act like contact with females would make them pregnant.

— Are you enjoying the party?

— Ja.

— You came alone?

— Ja.

— What do you…alright, just tell me if I’m annoying. I’ll stop bothering you.

He chuckles – your cheeks are immediately heated when he presses his hand closer to your thigh. The actions is suggestive, and you don’t quite…don’t quite mind it. You always had a thing for masks, and his body resembles the one of a greek statue – you wouldn’t want to pass on this opportunity. Definitely not for sex, not the type to hook up with a random boy on Halloween, but maybe a sloppy makeout and some number exchange would take place.

König had different plans.

Honestly, you made it too fucking easy for him. Good girl, polite girl, nice girl who actually fucking asked him if he was alright because his hands were shaking from the adrenaline he got from killing some weird asshole trying to get a drunk girl in his bed. He was shaking because he knew he’d get away with it – there were so many drugs on the venue, police wouldn’t even want to open this rathole and try to search for a killer in that random ass city he got on a break after the latest contract.

You made it too easy – your weird costume, your sad face, and your attempts at caring for him actually made his blood boil from excitement, and his nerves(and his dick, throbbing in that baggy black pants) stir. You tucked in the corner, all by yourself, surrounded by loud noises and intoxicated people who couldn’t give less shit about your safety. He can slit your throat, and everyone would think it’s a costume.

He can…and he can also take a little treat for having such a good last mission. Might even take you with him if you’d promise to be a good girl and don’t fight him in the trunk of his car.

You can’t even scream when he pushes his hands on your throat, squeezing. You wanted to, he knew by the look in your eyes that there was a fire inside of you – so he extinguished it as fast as he possibly could, laughing at your pathetic attempts at fighting him off. Just like your friends, you are weirdly easy for him to handle. Just a bunch of drunk college mates, nothing compared to his experience. He’d say that he stood too low, so crazy on his leave, that he decided to search for the easiest prey imaginable, but sometimes you need to choose yourself and find some easy hobbies that you can partake in without taking too much from your psychological sources.

Sometimes, you just need to kill a bunch of drugged students and take home one of them – for mental health reasons. Konis is sure that KorTac would allow him to take you to the base if he’d prove that you are his psychological support pet. Maybe he could even share you with some of his officers as a treat. You’d be so sweet for Krueger, he can tell just from that terrified look on your face when he pushes his hands further, blocking your windpipe.

König is strong – stronger than anyone you know, probably. He knows how to use this strength for the better and for worse, and he isn’t afraid of pushing a bit too far, not enough to break you, but just freaking perfect to make you dazed and turn your brain into mush. So sweet for him, such tasty little noises and scratches of your nails on his gloved hands. He must leave some marks on you later since you’re so sweet to him now.

— Not so talkative now, Schatzi?

You squirm, trying to punch him right in his dick, and he only moans when your knees are jerking in a poor attempt at kicking his balls. If anything, it feels like a really nice massage. So fucking obedient for him, he can’t even imagine how cute you’ll look chained to his bed, forced to play his little girlfriend while he is searching for your friends to finish them off.

Taking off your clothes is ridiculously easy. Even while you decided not to wear a slutty costume for Halloween, the cheap fabric isn’t a good barrier between him and his desire to freaking crush you – he exposes your breasts, covering them with one of his hands right about now, keeping his other hand firmly seated on your throat. You whimper and cry as he plays with your soft buds, making them harden, undoubtedly creating a pool in your shorts. God, you’re beautiful like this.

He actually grieves wearing a mask that can’t be moved this easily – he’d love to munch on your breasts, to try your nipples with his tongue, and roll his teeth over your soft mounds. He can’t, not right now, at least – you’re not nearly broken enough not to tell the police about his face, and he doesn’t want you to close your eyes. Need to make sure you’ll see every inch of his dick.

His rough gloves are creating a weird but pleasurable pressure on your buds – you whine and sob as he pushes his hands to stimulate you more, not caring that you don’t want it. Tugging and teasing with his fingertips, you actually feel like you’re going crazy just from the way he is playing with your breasts. Pushing from side to side, touching soft flesh, not even allowing you to moan as every time you try to open your mouth, he grips your throat tighter.

When he is finally done playing with your boobs, you can almost feel bruises forming from his rough touches. You whine when he goes to rip your shorts – his touches feel like lava spreading between your legs, no matter how much you wanted him to stop, your tongue never came to actually beg him for it.

To his delight, you are soaking.

Your pretty pussy on full display for him – twitching and squeezing for nothing, poor thing, he might as well just push the finger already, stretching you out just enough to let you feel the burn without breaking you. König would love to just push his dick inside without all of these dancing around nothing, but he is aware of his size – and very, very aware of yours. Little things might not be as small as he likes to think you are, but you’re freaking tiny compared to him. Weak and fragile, you have no fucking excuse to just parade yourself like men around you aren’t a bunch of wolves that would love to rip you apart and fuck what remains.

You can barely breathe while he pushes his fingers inside, just one digit is enough to make you squirm under him. You’re wet, pussy damp from all of the juices – lack of oxygen makes you dumber, pliable, make you his best little thing in the world. A girl like you has no business going to parties and whoring yourself to a bunch of early alcoholics – you should stay at home, his home, cooking him dinner and warming his dick. Cleaning his knife after he’d gut some dumb fuck, making sure to get your tongue into all the sharp edges.

Scheisse, just the thought makes him harder than ever. Perhaps he needs to stop playing the nice guy and finally give you the pounding you deserve.

Tired of just holding his hand on your throat, he forces the blade of his knife to take its place. Not nearly enough to cut your skin, but a constant reminder – if you’re a bad girl and would try to escape, he might slit your fucking throat as easily as butter. If you’re a good girl, unlike your friends, he might just take you with him. What a beautiful option.

One finger turns to two very quickly – and, since he doesn’t stop you from moaning and talking, you finally gain your voice back. Poor girl, too dumb to understand that all of your little threats and cries and everything is just a fucking delight to his ears. Might as well record it for his alarm clock.

— Get…get off me!

Such a strong words for such a weak girl. He’d spank you right away, but his fingers are too busy playing with your folds, smearing your juices all over your clit and trembling pussy. You’re dripping like a slut, and it busts his ego – a fancy college girl like you, so wet and needy for a nasty criminal. He knows how to treat you right and has all the resources for it – but somehow, it feels like you’d enjoy being treated like his doll.

He can be sweet after he has fucked you raw.

— Please, you can’t…I won’t tell anyone if you just stop, I promise!

— Shatzi, why do you think I’d let you go after this?

— I…I will scream.

— Ja, you can scream. Do this for me, please.

He laughs as he plunges in, giving you sweet seconds to become accustomed to the feeling of his dick impaling you. Bulging in the outline of your soft tummy, another boost to his ego – just to think, he was so anxious about crashing this party, knowing it would be filled with prissy students who all get to live the life he dreamed of, but you made it all worth it. You’re sweet and fiery, and you grip him like a glove. No matter how wet you were and how much pre-cum he had leaked, you’re still tight for him. Too tight.

You scream when he plunges it, and you continue to scream when he pushes deeper, further, when he moves back a little bit, only to push forward again. His hand finds your clit, never stopping until you’re squirming and crying full-on under him. Such a shame he can’t kiss you, not with this stupid mask – he can only play with your slit and push a knife against your throat over and over again, never allowing the adrenaline in your system to run dry.

Over and over, pushing you further and further until he plunged inside fully – you’re so puffy around him, your pussy lips swollen and spread for him, your clit is throbbing from the pleasure he gives you. Getting you off like that is easy for him – but he has to make sure he isn’t taking it too far, not with how warm and tight you are. He hates being in a position of weakness, but you’re just so perfect, he can’t help but push further and further until you are a sobbing mess and he is on the edge of orgasm.

He forces himself to be slower, his pushes are more and more deliberate – he doesn’t want to cum so fast, even though the mix of your sobs and his adrenaline high from the killing almost makes it impossible. He doesn’t want to stop like this, so fucking easy, but you’re so welcoming and cute and…

— Please, please, don’t…don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill, I’m…

God, you’re so sweet for him. Did the devil finally give him his gift for Halloween?

He laughs as you sob softly, pushes you more and more, and your poor pussy is getting stretched far beyond its limits. He steals this orgasm from your decency, robs you of any accountability – you just lay here, under him, receiving his dick like a good girl you are. Couldn’t have it any other way, just wanted to have you pinned under his body forever.

Your orgasm is crushing, painful in a way – you're all too sensitive for a dick this large to impale you, you sob, and you cry, begging for him to stop before he’d cum inside. Your biggest nightmare is alive when he pushes the knife away from your throat, squeezing it again just so he can cum in the tightness of your hole.

He stays like this, connected to your deepest parts, for a good few minutes, dumb out after the orgasm. You try to squirm from under him, but he only laughs, slowly pushing away from your body. Just one load is enough to make your pussy all messy and even more wet. You’re so dirty for him, it’s actually impossible not to love you even more when you’re like this, dumb and sensitive and so, so fucking cute.

His cum drips from your overflown pussy, pearly white liquid stuffs you ever so perfectly, König laughs, putting his clothes back together and getting one last look at your ruined hole, clenching around nothing. You can’t even talk at this point, poor thing – just how can he leave you here to be found by your perverted friends who would only take advantage of you?

It’s only natural that he sneaks your limp body through the window, holding you like a beloved possession while he is getting in his car.

It’s only natural that you fall asleep in his arms, your pussy stuffed so full, he just knows that he’ll add to the mess once he’d get rid of the body of a dumb college guy he killed moments ago.

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #yandere cod #call of duty #slashers #slasher

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thexsilentxwordsmith · 6 months

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where’s the love for my boy könig 😭 i would pay actual money for you to write a könig x fem!reader size kink + gentle giant to you but super mean to everyone else fic.

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love your writing~

Omg I had no idea anyone wanted me to do Konig!!! I am not opposed to the idea at all as I do love all the giant, masked men (😏) and size kink is just ugh *chefs kiss*.

Do give me a good bit of time to do research as I would definitely want to do Konig justice and not just copy and paste Simon with a different accent. Konig is his own unique character and I want to be able to make sure I know a bit more about him, so that I can develop everything to make it feel genuine. Cause the last thing I want to do is butcher a character by not doing my research and just writing out of thin air.

But thank you so much for the confidence in me that I could write him! I promise the minute I give him a go with this prompt I will tag you!

#my asks #asks #ask #request #konig mw2 #konig cod #definitely would like to try

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lambtotheslaughterr · 5 days

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS OPEN✨

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

beau<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot

2. virgin!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends)

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate)

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot

10.

#dark!fic #non con fic #500 followers celebration #requests open #get in while you can

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