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gghalcyon · 10 months

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KÖNIG: Do you remember the last time we went out to the movies, Leibling? YOU: I remember our date, baby, but I can't tell you much about the movie we "watched" because someone was very distracting. KÖNIG: You were the distraction, Leibling, especially in that red dress. How you moved against my fingers while you tried to keep quiet. Those beautiful legs spread wide open just for me.

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Flashback to Your Date at the Movies

When you had entered the theater on one of your dates with König, it was almost like a ghost town. Except for three other patrons scattered near the back, there was nothing but silence in the air. You felt grateful for this private setting; so much that you held on to König's arm tightly as you two made your way to the center row.

As soon as you situated yourself comfortably between him and the aisle, the movie began playing on the screen. It was an old classic about a man looking for his lost love in outer space, and both of you were equally entranced by its charm. Your head lay snugly against his shoulder as you held hands, and he could feel your gaze intermittently shift towards him, accompanied by whispered comments and reactions. He smiled silently each time until he felt something more than just a warm hand resting atop his thigh.

He glanced away from the movie to find your eyes already focused on him, filled with merriment and a silent challenge that he couldn't ignore. You raised an eyebrow, seemingly aware of the effect that your gentle caressing had on him as his arousal throbbed under your grasp. "Is everything okay?" You breathed softly--playfully-- into his ear before returning your attention back to the show, leaving him speechless.

He leaned down against your ear, sending a thrill through your body as his hot breath trickled across your skin. His whisper was like molten chocolate, cascading through every part of you, "Absolutely."

He slowly tilted your face towards him and gave you a tender kiss on the neck. He expertly wound his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him in an embrace that made your heart quicken in anticipation.

You could sense how grateful König was that no one else was seated behind you—the rows were empty and several more separated you from the other patrons who were intently watching the film. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, he began tracing circles on your bare shoulder with the hand from his arm around your shoulders. Slow and steady, his piercing eyes never leaving the screen--pretending he was still watching-- he continued to tantalize your exposed shoulder, thankful for the red dress you had chosen that night.

Your skin had been silky against his touch, and though you tried to pretend that you were still engrossed in the movie, his nearness was overwhelming. You moved ever so slightly, tracing circles around the hardness of his erection tucked away in his black jeans. Teasing him, showing him how much you wanted him.

König removed his arm from around your shoulders and placed it between your legs. When he began trailing up your legs, pushing your red dress higher with each pass of his fingers, you gasped quietly and held your breath. His strong hands stayed just beneath the heat of your inner thighs, unmoving and expectant.

You licked your lips, biting down on your bottom lip, stifling a moan, as you felt your arousal intensify. Your body moved against his palm as if on their own accord, desiring him to explore further beyond the thin fabric separating you.

"König," you whispered his name. You wanted more; yearned for more contact.

König looked deep into your eyes this time, his blue eyes pouring out all the desire that had been stirring inside of him, knowing he'd be leaving you for another mission in a week's time. He could no longer restrain himself as his hands inched past your panties to find your slick folds.

He grinned at you devilishly as he moved his hands against your softness, as your fingers tantalized his hardness. "Please," you murmured pleadingly as you arched into him, opening your legs wider for him. His fingers against you driving you crazy.

König felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation as the wetness between your legs grew ever more evident through your lacy panties. And he gave in to what you wanted, as he tenderly drew the lace aside, exposing your slick, shaved mound, and he began to stroke your quivering folds with precise gentle and hard motions.

His eyes never strayed from yours as his hand explored further, flicking across your most sensitive spot until you gasped out loud in delight.

"Shhh," he whispered against your ear.

You purse your lips, doing your best to stifle a moan, as you wriggled against him to seek out that perfect sensation before pushing down onto his two fingers still exploring within you.

A low moan escaped your lips, thankfully masked by the crashing symphony of soundtracks that filled the cinema.

You met König's gaze as you rode his fingers, relishing in the sensation that coursed through your veins when he added his thumb to the sensual experience. He drove you insane, as an overwhelming need for him--to take him, taste him, ride him--takes over.

Your hands scrambled with his belt, desperate to give him the same pleasure you were receiving. He stayed your movements, pushing your hands away as he whispered against your ear: "Not here." His breath sent shivers down your spine and then a small chuckle followed by "I want you to ride my fingers, Mein Süßi."

And so you did - faster and faster until his digits dug deep into you, each stroke of his thumb sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your slick walls squeezing his fingers, imagining it was his hard cock you were riding with abandon until you felt something building and building within you. Desperately wanting release yet still aware that if anyone looked over they'd take note of what was going on in their midst, you do your best to steady your breathing and your motion.

As if sensing your innermost desires, König's baritone whispered encouragement, "Don't hold back." He urges you to keep riding, your slickness covering his fingers, dripping down the side of your legs.

You felt your breath deepen and quicken as he expertly moved his long fingers over you, inside of you--in and out.

You grew hot and slick against him, pleasure rising in intensity until it reached its peak. "Oh god," you thought just before realizing you'd said this out loud. König leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours in a hushed, intense kiss that sealed your fate, sending you crashing into bliss as you contracted around his fingers and melted in his arms, as you came undone in his arms.

You panted heavily as König withdrew his hands from your body, and as you crashed into a blissful abyss, you watched him wipe away the dampness with a napkin nearby. Tenderly yet still unfazed, he smoothed down your skirt before tucking the napkin in his pocket.

You blushed with embarrassment as you realized what had happened. You fidgeted next to him, and König couldn't help but smirk, feeling your movements as you snuggled closer to him, both of you wearing mischievous grins.

He lovingly caressed your neck then softly kissed it. His lips moved tantalizingly towards yours and soon they locked in a passionate kiss. You felt an insatiable desire to be closer to him. Your heart raced and heat was radiating from both of your bodies as the movie came to an end.

Neither one of you wanted to leave the theater, wanting to savor this moment for just a few seconds longer. Glad that everyone seemed oblivious to what transpired between the two of you, and both of you feeling like you had gotten away with the most mischievous thing in the world together.

When the movie finished and the credit rolled, the lights flickered on and König grabbed your hand, pressing it tenderly against his smooth lips. You allowed him to lead you out of the movie theater, praying that what you both had just done wasn't too obvious in your faces.

You glance up at your man who had a satisfied smile on his lips, his face flushed. He noticed you looking and returned your gaze.

"König...I have never done something like that before," you said breathlessly.

"Neither have I, and I'm glad we did it together. You were amazing."

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imsilay · 8 months

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you absolutely have NO idea HOW MUCH I LOVE OBSESSIVE AND DESPERATE MAN

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i hate pinterest for always bringing these pics on my page T-T

especially this fucking painting:

if he aint like this i don’t want him.

my delusions (cus i’m a delulu bitch):

He buried his head between your thighs. The fabric of your skirt is covering his face as his hands found their place on your ankles. He knew it was ridiculous to see a man like him, a huge, grown man with board shoulders and potential to kill a bear with his bare hands, kneeling infrond of you and pleading love from you. Just a little affection from you was all he was asking for. Even if you did it with pity or by delaying he would accept it. His head brushed against your skirt as he looked up to you and inched closer to your stomach. You narrowed your eyes and raised an eyebrow. He immediately stopped and sunk back down. “Darling…” he mumbled as his thumbs caressed your ankles. “No.” you answered sternly and leaned back onto couch. “Please?” he tried again. His hands moved up to your calfs with the wanting to feel me of you. “You don’t think you can get whatever you want when you act like that, right?” you crossed your legs causing him to lift his head and then put his chin on your knee stubbornly. He refused to leave you alone. “Can’t i?” you felt a pout in his voice. You rolled your eyes and bounced your legs to push his head off. “Get up. You make yourself look pitiful.” you spat.

He clenched his jaw and sit straight on his knees. Then grabbed your wrists and pulled you foward to him, making your cleavage his view. “Do you think i care?” he hissed and nuzzled his face into your neck. Savoring your scent. “You know i will make you my wife. Whether you like it or not.” his voice stained with lust and determination. “And when i do…” he trailed off and his fingers brushed against your waist and up to your breasts. His palm covered the skin under your breasts and squeezed lightly. You felt blood rushing to your cheeks and your face burned. “You can’t escape your fate. Don’t worry, my love. You will enjoy it. A lot.” he whispered against your skin making you feel tingly with the vibration of his voice.

You swallowed and tried to straighten your posture but he didn’t let go before pushing your hair of your neck and pressing a delicate kiss. He already knew he had you in the palm of his hand. Your protests did nothing to stop him. “Get out.” you mumbled and crossed your arms. He chuckled dryly and get up, his frame towering over you as you refused to look into his eyes. “I promise.” he mumbled before leaving your room.

now do whatever you want with this information.

#i fucking love desperate men #im a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind #im another level of delulu #like unholy ungodly #when its my turn #all i can do is think König as this #konig x you #konig cod #könig #konig x reader #könig x reader #konig x y/n #könig fanfiction #könig x y/n #silay

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kneelingshadowsalome · 7 months

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Cabin!König is convonced that the environment and your general mood plays a huge part in getting you pregnant! A happy, calm and satisfied mama means happy, strong and healthy babies! He will massage your back and gently knead at your lower tummy, his cock getting hard again from your happy content sighs, feeding you the best, rich, fat cuts of meat, milk and honey, everything best for fattening you up so that you and future chubby cubs will be warm and comfy during harsh Alp winters AAAAA

This is so cute I swear to god 😭

Mating season extending to hunkering down for the winter as König notices to his joy and delight that you're pregnant! Makes loads of firewood for you to keep warm and nice and cozy and gives you warm baths when you're feeling cranky, totally feeds you well and only with the best and fattiest of foods and spoils you to bits. You don't even get to walk and catch some fresh air without him offering you his arm so that you won't hurt yourself out there in the wild.

Gets you a tree for Christmas from the lower slopes of the mountain, comes in the cabin with red cheeks and the tree slung over one shoulder, axe in hand, grinning with a rare, almost boyish charm, telling you he found the best one. Watches with pride as you decorate it with glowing cheeks, body swelling with his offspring. You can see the Milky Way spreading high above you on Christmas night, just before he asks if you like it here. Doesn't even give you enough time to answer before he draws you into a kiss under the stars.

You fall asleep every night with his strong, safe arm around you, fire crackling softly in the fireplace ❤️❤️❤️

#CHUBBY CUBS I can't #König makes chubby cubs and chubby cubs only!#cabin!könig #the most romantic könig there is #könig fluff

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tearsofastraeax · 3 months

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THE FIRST TIME - prologue

🎀 stalker!könig x cam girl!reader tags: 18+ (no explicit smut in this one, but there's mention of tits and dicks so be warned), voyeurism, (online) stalking, reader is a cam girl & könig is insane :)

The first time König saw you he felt like the world stopped turning. Like every single person around him just stopped moving altogether. He never believed in love at first sight, never liked any of that romantic crap, never cared for anyone that way.

But then he saw you. You looked so beautiful, just standing there, browsing through the indie section at the run-down vinyl store in the city. He barely ever went there, but he picked up cigarettes from the kiosk across the street and had some more time on his hands, so he trailed inside the small store.

He immediately pressed his body into a corner of the store, absentmindedly letting his fingers skim through vinyls he couldn’t give less of a shit about. Instead, he stole glances at you. He noted the way your beautiful hair was swept over one shoulder and fanned out over your back. The way your dazzling eyes never left the rows and rows of old and dusty vinyls. The way a broad smile stretched across your lips when you found what you were looking for all this time and an excited little laugh left your pouty mouth.

He could have melted on the spot right then and there. It only took one look, and he knew he could never forget about you, never want another.

When you left the store, he waited before following you. Even though his tall statue was a sight to behold, his military training allowed him to blend in, to know how to follow someone without arousing suspicion.

He needed to know more about you - something, anything. So, eventually, he ended up at your house, staring at you through the window. He tried to take in as much as he could, any crumbs of information to know more about you.

That evening, when he arrived at his place, he immediately began to work behind his laptop. He scoured local Facebook groups, looked through social media profiles, and even retraced your address in hopes of finding you. And so he did, after painstaking research your name was right there. A satisfied smile grew on his lips as he finally skimmed through your social media accounts. He took his research very seriously, finding old pictures, friends, and family in the process.

Till he found an account with your face under an obviously fake name.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, there you were, your sweet face, with those beautiful eyes and those sinful lips. You stared back at him, a smile on your face, your hands gently wrapped around your barely covered tits. You were wearing a stunning bra, just straps of leather that could barely cover your nipples.

It felt like he was gaping at his laptop screen for hours, his growing cock straining painfully against his pants. And then he got into motion, the next half an hour spent discovering your cute little alter ego, the social media and OnlyFans accounts to promote yourself online and the star of the show, your account on a sleazy cam girl website.

He was so incredibly excited, so needy, and desperate to see you. A message in all caps on your profile read ‘online every day at 8 pm’. His heart hammered in his chest, 1 more hour and he would see you. See how you would undress for him and touch yourself for him.

He tightened his hands into fists, hunger racing through his veins. He could barely fucking think straight, his cock aching with desire. But he couldn’t do it, he wanted to save himself for you. He wanted to cum only when he could see you, you deserved it - his full commitment, because you were the only thing that mattered now.

check out the stalker!könig masterlist for more

#I know he's problematic but stalker!könig is just so romantic #lemme know if you wanna see him jerk it to cam girl!reader for the first time :)#stalker!könig #könig #könig x reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #konig #konig x reader #konig x you #konig x y/n #könig cod #könig smut #✧･ﾟ⊹ astra writes 📖

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N : Thought I’d find you here, move over.

König, makes room for them : …am I really that predictable?

Y/N : Pfft, no, I just know you. The others are all still searching for you.

König, looks at them : If you’re not here to drag me back, then why are you here?

Y/N, looks back at him : Do you really want to be alone right now?

König : . . .

König, shyly looks away : ……no……thank you.

Y/N, beams : You’re quite welcome! Oh, here, I brought snacks.

Bonus

#Cod #Call of duty #Call of duty x reader #Call of duty incorrect quotes #Cod König #König #König x male reader #König x fem reader #König x gn reader #König x you #König x reader #König x oc #Original : write-it-motherfuckers #original : tumblr #This could be either platonically or romantically

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harveywritings92 · 1 year

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[Horangi wakes up to a gentle breeze, singing birds and the clear blue sky with R/n and König laying beside him.]

Horangi: Urg,...What happened? Why does my head hurt? (Looks around) And why are we on the ground??

König: We were running back to camp and I may have accidentally elbowed you when you turned to look back at R/n.

R/n: We knew it would embarrass the heck outta ya, so we laid down next to you to make it look like we were hanging out.

Horangi: Oh, thanks.

#s: tumblr #call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes #call of duty 2022 #horangi x reader x König #platonic or romantic? I'll leave that up to you #kim horangi hong jin #gn!reader #König #könig x reader #horangi x reader #cod könig #cod horangi #cod warzone

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cerise-on-top · 1 month

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Before I continue writing for the day, I just had to get something out of my system:

I know I usually write about gn readers, but I know in my heart that if König ever had a girlfriend or a wife he'd call her "Weibi" and it melts my heart so much! Just a small "Kum her, mei Weibi" (Come here, my little wifey (even if "Weibi can mean other things as well, it doesn't have to be romantic)) and I am a goner!

"Wie geht's meim Weibi?" (How is my little wifey doing?)

Or him putting his hand on her thigh, just calling her Weibi. I like to think he'd like that pet name a lot. Not sure if it's Austrian in origin, but people his age like to use it here.

#könig #könig x reader #konig #konig x reader #I used to call my pet tortoise Weibi and I still do in my dreams #my parents used to call me Weibi when I was younger #so it very much doesn't have to be a romantic pet name #I don't care about him calling someone “Schatzi” or “Mausi” I care about him calling someone his “Weibi”#it's such a shame that the youth here doesn't use it anymore it's literally such a cute and adoring pet name?#my future gf needs to call me her Weibi or else it won't work out #to me it's the most loving nickname out there #although you should never call a woman a “Weib” since that's a pretty bad insult #but Weibi? the cutest nickname out there and König can and will use it on his gf/wife

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lilianalovespink · 15 days

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Can't stop thinking about....

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ᰔ Being soft and wholesome with Retired! König.

ᰔ Cuddling in bed every morning, half asleep as he holds you close to his chest, his large, muscular arms wrapped around you like a blanket.

ᰔ Getting up only when one of you (you, most likely) has to use the restroom as the other gets up to make something warm to drink.

ᰔ Retired! König , who goes grocery shopping with you, listens to you talk about recipes, discusses things you need at home.

ᰔ Retired! König who's always right where you need him to be and always around, but somehow still doesn't manage to bother you, like, ever, you still feel free as a bird.

ᰔ Retired! König whom you spent lazy afternoons with, watching some sweet movie as he dozens off while you cuddle.

ᰔ Retired! König, who doesn't care much for sexual intimacy or tongue kissing, but who needs to just be close to you.

ᰔ When or if anything sexually intimate happens, it's just that; intimate. A delicate thing for only you two, in your bedroom, soft, tender and most importantly, private. It's no one's business, except that of you two.

ᰔ He'll hold you safe and warm as you cuddle with no blanket because this giant makes his own heat, with the trained muscle being joined by more pudge which is especially noticeable when his silly T-shirts ride up as he drinks his morning beverage, you still in his arms as he let's you lean on him while leaning on you.

ᰔ Who will listen to you for hours and whom you'll go on a bunch of quite regular trips with, going hiking, to the beach or to some forest for a picnic.

ᰔ Life is often so mundane,but it tires out neither him nor you, simply because you have each other and could both stare at each other a whole day just happy and content.

ᰔ Retired! König who loves you, not in a lustfully passionate or obsessive way, but in the way that you truly are his other half, you two go in perfect harmony, always leaning on one another for support and stability, smiling softly, exchanging the sweetest forehead kisses and softest, deepest kisses to each other's lips.

ᰔ Retired! König with a loving and caring partner that he loves and cares for just as much. I mean it, you do the household together, every chore is fairly shared and you love each other for it.

ᰔ Every night, you go to sleep together,kiss each other goodnight and cuddle, until summer, but even then, you two keep your pinkies intertwined.

ᰔ You just do everything together, it's like you morphed into one, amazingly loving, soft and tender thing, not always out bragging about each other, but with pictures of each other together on your desk and all throughout your home, his screen saver being you, feet in an ice cold river in the Austrian Alps, and yours being him, smiling, sitting on the beach, sunglasses on and sunscreen on his face.

ᰔ You're both in your mid to late twenties but you act as if you've been together for decades, centuries even with just how harmonies you are together. You cut each other's hair, he's very gentle with you and gives you a scalp massage to make the stress of your job disappear as you kiss his freshly shaven buzz cut which he melts for.

ᰔᩚ "Gute nacht, schlaf schön liebchen. I love you." He says, kissing your forehead as you smile, groaning in approval as you kiss him back.

#cod #cod x reader #wholesome #Platonic/romantic #könig cod #könig x reader #comfort #softness

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callofdudes · 8 months

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König angst please please please!

I did struggle a little because I didn't have much context with this one. But I did come up with a little something for König angst. Thank you anon 😊

Tell me their Name, paint me in blood.

Summary: König never expected to get kidnapped, and he never expected to be interrogated on a familiar name from his past.

Word count: 2.9K+

Cw: angst, torture, talks of trauma, childhood friends Reader and König. Two lines of probably improper German.

König opens his eyes, gasping as cold water hits his face, freezing his cheeks and drenching his chest and legs. His eyelids feel heavy, water dripping from his bottom lip. Bright light invades his eyes, making him shy away, trying to get used to it.

"Wakey wakey," A voice comes from his left, a man walking closer, throwing the water pale to the ground with a clatter. König attempted to move before realizing he was secured tightly to a chair.

The man walked faced him, hands behind his back. "Verdammtes Licht…" (fucking light) König hissed, blinking rapidly.

"Sie werden sich daran gewöhnen." (you'll get used to it) The man replied, smug at revealing he knew the mother tongue.

"Whatever you want, I won't give you," König replied sharply.

The man hummed, reaching forward and grabbing Konig by the jaw, twisting his head to look him in the eye. "You have no idea what I could do to you. My name is Snake, and I already know yours. We're looking for a friend of yours, and you're to give me answers. Now."

König grunted. "I know no one!"

Snake frowned. "Not true. You see, we know your name and that you have a connection to a soldier named Y/n."

König's eyes widened.

Snake raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I thought so."

Y/n… No, no. König grits his teeth. "I don't know anyone like that. It's a dead end for you."

Y/n and him were childhood friends. Well, until he had to move from where he was living to Austria. You were an exchange student staying for a couple of years to finish school. You were friends right up until König left. You had always kept in contact. You were a dear friend to him. But when he joined the military, the connection stopped.

Snake gripped König's hair, pulling him forward. "You are lying to me. That little rat has been fucking us up, and you just so happen to know who the fuck they are. So don't play dumb with me."

König refused. He wouldn't. And besides, hearing your name was too painful.

Snake growled. "You don't have a choice here. I will make you talk. And it will only be more painful the longer you keep quiet."

König was stubborn, and it was about to cost him.

You woke up with your arm numb and aching. You blinked at the clock. Who on earth? You looked back at the window when you heard a rhythmic tapping. You sat up, ringing out your arm previously positioned behind your head.

Getting out of bed, you went to the window and opened it. Seeing none other than your favourite German boy. "König, what are you doing??" You rubbed your eye, yawning.

"I couldn't sleep again. I'm sorry to bother you, but you didn't answer my texts."

"Well, it's two in the morning." You sighed, stepping back. "Come get comfy then." You knew you couldn't shoo him away, watching him leave like a sad puppy who did something wrong. So König climbed into your window, brushing himself off and looking around again. "Ah- thank you."

"Come on, get some sleep."

You walked back to your bed, attempting to make room for König to slip in with you, and he did. Your first sleepover had been hesitant. He refused even the thought of sharing a bed with you. And when you were curled up on the couch later, he realized how nice it was, and things spiralled.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding your back to his chest, keeping you securely against him.

"Thank you…" He whispered against your neck, closing his eyes softly. Attempting to let the stress go and relax. It was just you and him. All this drama going on between his parents wasn't happening.

He didn't hear them arguing again. There wouldn't be a divorce.

And you were there with him through it all.

A harsh slap sent him spiralling back into reality as Snake left a searing mark on his face. "Head up!" He demanded, the door opening and two other men entering.

König's eye twitched, he was tempted to spit on the ground before them.

One of the men was carrying a large metal toolbox.

Snake smiled. "This is the part where you tell me what I want to know, or… I won't be so nice."

König's eyes narrowed. He eyed the box, then Snake. His heart pounded. He could tell them. He honestly didn't know anything. All he knew was he joined the military and tried to move on.

Head in the game. His heart stuck back in that room with you. Back where you comforted him, hands wiping away his fallen tears and reminding him how much you loved him.

It made his stomach twist, and his heart clench, thinking of your smile. The face that still plagues his mind, infesting him like a virus.

"Nothing?" Snake asked, raising an eyebrow. "So be it."

König watched as the man put down the box and unlocked it, revealing the items inside. There were needles, hammers, pliers, and other items that would be used for torture.

König's eyes widened. "Fuck you!"

"That can be arranged. Unless you want to give me what I need to know." Snake pulls out one of the items, König's eyes watch it as Snake hands it to one of his men. A garrote.

The man moves behind König, who attempts to wriggle, snapping the wire around König's throat. He tightened it around Königs pulsing neck. König choked, trying to move back, feeling the tightness starting to dig its way into his flesh. The wire was thin and strong enough it easily sliced and drew blood while cutting his oxygen.

Snake leaned forward. "You have two options: tell me, or die slowly."

König wheezed. "F-Fuck off…" He gurgled on his blood that attempted to rise, and the man pulled back, letting König take a few deep breaths before tightening it again. König grits his teeth, looking up at Snake. He wouldn't release information. That's not what all this training was for.

But then, the wire was released, the soldier removing it from his neck covered in blood. The line where the skin was ripped along König's throat started to trickle blood faster.

Snake sighed. "You're an idiot. And it's your loss."

König breathed heavily, spitting blood out of his mouth and glaring up at Snake.

"Now, we could get to the good stuff," Snake said, pulling out a hammer.

König's heart raced. The hammer twisted in Snake's hand dangerously, suddenly swinging it and ringing it down on König's hand, smashing his knuckles. König tried to hold in his noises, grunting as the hammer lifted and hit the other hand, smashing down hard, and König heard a crunch, letting out a noise of pain this time.

"Where is Y/n? I will get it out of you," Snake said, twisting the hammer in his hand.

König tried to blink through the pain, his mind foggy and drifting, imagining you again. Waking up that next morning with you still in his arms. Hand running down your cheek, seeing how peaceful you were with you.

When all was said and done, you two could graduate together. And who knows, he hoped his life continued. No matter how his plans for the future seemed or how bleak the way. He wanted you to be with him.

Your eyelids fluttered open softly, looking up at him. "Hey there, big guy." You whispered. The way you said it never made him feel self-conscious about his height. It made him happy to hear you.

"Morning." He whispered back.

You leaned in, settling your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him.

Those arms were cold as he stirred, head forced back as another bucket of water was brought in. Bringing him back to reality as the cold water was presented. One of the men, still with a tight grip on his hair, shoved a dirty rag in his mouth, covered in God only knows what.

He gagged, and the bucket was lifted to his face and poured. His vision was blurry as the water entered his nose. The rag blocked any oxygen he attempted to breathe in, and he gagged and coughed as he suffocated. He tried to thrash, but they held his head up, forcing the water down his throat and up his nose.

His heart was racing, his hands burned, and so did his throat. His mind raced as he was unable to get air. It wasn't long until his head started to become fuzzy, the blackness at the edges of his vision threatening to swallow him up.

He started to slip away, only to be pulled back, the bucket removed. And the rag from his mouth, allowing him to choke out what was obstructing his oxygen. Water pooled down his lips and chin, gasping for air and coughing violently.

Snake again right there, on him like a hunter on fresh prey. He pulled out a photo and showed it to him. König fought for his vision, panting as it focused in again, seeing the photo.

It was you. A gun in hand, looking down the sight, sharp eyes focused on the target. You were wearing a SpecGru outfit.

He panted. That was you.

"Where. Is. Y/n?"

König shook his head. "I don't know! I don't know anything about them!"

Snake growled. "I will make you regret this."

König stared down at the photo. Seeing you, seeing your face again. He smiled. His vision went blurry again before his head was shoved back into the bucket, choking and forced to take more water. His lungs burned, and his head felt heavy again as the water continued to invade every orifice it could.

He struggled, inhaling water from every angle. Seeing your eyes again. Remember looking into them in slight glances from a classroom full of other people. Seeing how you lit up when you saw the book you'd wanted at the library. Laughing with him over coffee while your homework was spread out without a care.

And your laugh… God, he really wasn't over you. He thought that if he forced you away from himself enough, you would leave. That you would wriggle from his life, and the pain would stop.

The pain of missing you every day. The pain of knowing you were an enemy now. The pain of his lack of oxygen made his head swirl and circuit, trying to fight.

His own tears mixed with the water as he thrashed for his life.

And he was pulled back up.

"Please," König pleaded, gasping for breath as Snake took his time, looking over the photo once more.

"Please! I don't know where they are, please believe me!"

Snake looked back at König, his eyes narrowed. "Then you will die for nothing."

König choked, the rag shoved back into his mouth, and the water poured back into his throat, pouring down on him.

He tried to struggle as he felt burning in his sides, blood dripping from his thighs, screaming and thrashing for any way out. They continued to inflict more pain on him. He tried anything he could do…

"Hey, Hey, König…" You stopped him, seeing the tears flooding down his cheeks. "Shh, what's wrong?" You let him inside, closing the door, and he shook, wrapping his arms around you.

You held him back, having a feeling you knew what this was. He didn't let go, keeping you close to him, burying his head in your shoulder, shaking violently.

"What happened??" You asked quietly, running your hand down the back of his head. He sniffled, so upset and scared. "The divorce is final…" König's voice shook.

"König… I'm so sorry." You knew how hard this was for him, holding him tightly.

"She's taking us to Austria next month." His voice broke, clinging to you. He may never see you again. The realization hit you as you

hugged him back, tears filling your eyes. Clinging on as tightly as you could. "König…"

You both kneeled on the cold tile floor, holding each other, being with each other. The last thing he got to do was hug you. You were in his arms one more time before he left on the plane. The following years of his life were torture, living with new people.

And he didn't have you to turn to. He could call you on the phone, but couldn't hold you. He couldn't see you face to face. He couldn't climb in your window to cuddle you for grounding…

He didn't feel like he ever really had a chance to say goodbye. And that haunted him.

He thought he could get over it… Get over you. How it took him now to realize this. How you always found a way to run back into his life and shatter the illusion that he was holding himself together alone perfectly fine.

Knowing that he'd die a foolish man.

His mind was spinning, barely realizing his body gasping for air, choking and vomiting, trying to grasp reality, but the torture kept coming.

His heart was racing, and he wasn't sure if his hands were numb from being smashed or his head was fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. The blackness was closing in on him, and he felt so faint.

His ears rang, unable to make out Snake's voice. He felt hot. Like he was burning up.

He was going to die. He would never see you again. You would never know…

And he wouldn't ever get to tell you.

How he loved you.

The last thing he saw was the photo. The only thing he could hear was your voice.

His body blocks out the hammer that collided with his temple or the blade that slashes into his abdomen. Tears stream down his cheeks, fading more and more as he's preyed on.

"We will find them. And we will kill them. Just like we will kill you." Snake's voice finally smashed through the sweet illusion of his death. Of his demise with you right in front of him. Wishing he could hold you.

Wishing he could cry to you. Wishing… So much wishing… He had so many wishes that would never come true.

The cut was deep, and he could barely feel it.

Snake looked at his work. König was gone, the look in his eyes was empty. He had been here before. Where König was now. He could see it in his eyes. His mind was trying to save him from the pain.

The fucked reality he's been living in where he's never tried to pick up and call you.

Where he blamed everything for what happened. He blamed himself for it all. And now you were back. You always came back for him. You never left him.

Snake's eyes narrowed, looking back at the photo. "Take him away. He's useless."

The men followed orders, carrying König away to be dumped.

And you. You were in danger. Snake would get to you one way or another. He would have his revenge.

And König would die.

König would never get to see you again.

The one person he wanted to hold in his arms again.

You were about to wake up that morning, and he was nowhere to be seen. But instead, you were woken up by a knock on your door.

And your world shattered.

You didn't get to say goodbye.

Your father gave you the news the plane had left, and König was gone. He'd hugged you the night before, but you never got to say goodbye. Tears filled your eyes, knowing you wouldn't see him in person again for a long time.

But you were determined to be in his life. One way or another. Even if it wasn't meant to be. You should have given up. Trying to stay got him killed. It would get you killed. And no one would win except your enemies.

But you refused to let him go.

You would find him.

No matter what it costs.

"König," you said, reaching up and touching his cheek. His eyes slowly opened, looking down at you, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry." You whispered. König reached out to touch you, ignoring the cold feeling in his body as he lay among the trash for his life to fall away. He ignored the blood and the pain he felt. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I didn't come back…" He choked out, shaking.

You smiled, "It's okay, I'm here now."

König choked on a sob, holding onto you tightly. You were cold. Your arms which he'd loved so much when he was younger were frigid, but he couldn't let go.

He would never let go.

You held him back.

His eyes closed, and the ringing filled his ears, everything around him falling away as he held you. And soon, that too was gone. The illusion of you. His body gave up its fight, and he slipped away. Lying dead on the cold ground, soaking wet, bleeding, broken.

You always wanted to be together, one way or another.

And life vowed to keep you apart. One way… or another.

#call of duty #x reader #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #könig x reader #angst #call of duty modern warfare #könig x y/n #readers gender isnt specified #it could be seen as platonic but there are some slightly stronger romantic tones #but its angst so does it matter in the end lol?#nearly forgot the gif :(

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sugacor3 · 1 year

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Home is Love, Love is Home

König had been gone for months, off on a seemingly never-ending tour of duty with the military. He had been deployed to far-off lands, places he couldn't even pronounce, and had missed so much of his wife's life while he was gone. But now, finally, he was coming home.

As he drove up to the house, he felt a mix of emotions. Joy at finally being home, but also a sense of dread. So much had changed in the months he had been gone. He wasn't sure if his wife was still the same person he left behind.

But as he walked into the living room, he saw her sitting in a chair, reading a book. She looked up at him and smiled, and all of his doubts melted away. She was still the same woman he had married, the one he had fallen in love with.

He walked over to her, and she rose to meet him, her arms outstretched. He embraced her tightly, letting the warmth of her embrace wash over him. He could feel the love radiating off of her, and he knew that he was finally home.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. König felt as if he had never been away, as if the months of separation had never happened. When they finally parted, König looked into his wife's eyes and saw the same love he had always seen.

He knew then that no matter how much had changed in the months he had been away, their love was still the same. He was home, and he was never leaving again.

#könig imagine #könig x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty #cod #mw2 #könig headcanons #mwii #romantic #romance #cod x reader #cod hcs #cod mw22

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octopiys · 1 year

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A little bit of a one-shot I wrote on my ao3, and wanted to share here :)

Ghost and König fight over Soap. One-shot based on acidgrynn's tiktok

(Tw for violence, blood, gunshot wounds, cursing)

(Part 1?)

It was cold and rainy, two of the things Soap hated the most when he went on missions, practically alone. It was the dead of night, and the wind howled outside his hideout where he had hauled up, and waited for the enemy to pass.

To be fair, he was so numb from the elements that he practically hadn't felt the bullet pierce through the meaty part of his upper arm. It was only when he saw the blood mingling with the rainwater at his feet that he started to feel a little lightheaded. His flesh hadn't been as gnarled or mangled as he had thought it would be, as compared to other previous bullet holes, so he typically wasn't one to complain. The only thing that worried him was that he couldn't recall when his injury occured.

To make matters even worse, he had already completed his objective, and was heading out. The exfil truck was half a mile out of town, and one of the hostiles he thought he had killed had a little more fight left in him.

It wasn't a life threatening wound, believe him, he'd had those before, like when he fought that one bastard over in Afghanistan with the wicked looking knife that could've mirrored Ghost's.... He still had the scar on his stomach to prove it.

"Oh shite-" He thought aloud, realizing the extent of his troubles. The one thing that the Lieutenant had said to him as he left base was that he needed to be more careful. It was an order. And Riley hated it when he disobeyed.

It seemed like Price was rubbing off on him more than anyone wanted it to. After all, how were they supposed to keep up his scary guard dog attitude if he actually started caring about the rest of the team?

That was a joke.

A bad one. But still.

They'd come a far way from their first meet, when Ghost had practically cussed him out on the spot, ignored him for days, pretending like he hadn't existed, and would've left him for dead without a second thought. Now, well, sometimes he was still ignored, but Ghost could carry a decent conversation every once in a while! But he acted like he felt sometimes. And he was a beast on the field. Not that- not that Johnny liked to watch, or anything.

He wondered what the Lieutenant would do in this situation.

He damn well wouldn't be hiding in a slowly-flooding alley, waiting for the threat to pass.

The Sergeant sighed heavily, checking the ammo he had left, and going over both options he had laid out for himself.

"Creepin' fuckin' Christ." He grumbled, before ducking beneath a half wall and peeking out into the main part of the road, suddenly wishing he had brought a jacket as the wind whipped around his face. Or at least a hat.

He flexed his arm experimentally, not failing to wince when it did actually hurt like he thought it would. This only caused blood to flow out faster, and he didn't have any bandages on him. Well, fuck.

One way in, one way out.

There was a group of hostiles at the end of the street, guns raised and looking for a fight. They were gonna sniff him out eventually, so he might as well welcome it with an open heart and a blazing barrel.

He dove out into the slick streets, firing round after round at their group.

The one-four-one's favorite rule? If you get attacked, you return it.

Tenfold.

None of them stood a chance by the time Johnny was finished, his weapon steaming in the rain. He was down a grenade, and he had no bullets left in the mag, so he dropped it uselessly out of his gun and reloaded his last one. This would be an emergency use only weapon, he thought to himself as he stuck it back on its clip and pulled out a knife.

He fought tooth and nail against KorTac soldiers and the elements to get to his shitty infil and exfil truck. In one point, he had actually accidentally judo-flipped a soldier before severing the main artery in his neck with the sharp blade of his knife.

The next he ran into was just around the corner, leaving one of his buddies to investigate a sound he thought he had heard. Briefly, Soap wondered if he had ever seen a horror movie. Because even he knew that you don't go anywhere alone, at any point in time. There was a shout as he was spotted, and the Sergeant quickly shot the man in the side as he approached, and shoved. KorTac 1's weapon clattered to the ground with him, and Soap put a bullet through his helmet, before he decided to run the other way.

Exfil was a little over half a mile away, off road in the trees on the outskirts of the town, hidden beneath a camo tarp he had placed over it.

In his truck was where he had left all his medical supplies, with enough stimshots and bandages to last him three days depending on how long the mission took. It wouldn't do much, nothing like a decent doctor would, but he had to manage with what he had brought.

It always starts out as an information run, until you actually get to the information, and it gets a hell of a lot harder to get out, and keep a hold on the flashdrive.

This hadn't been one where he was given an option. He was the best to fit the job as their pet demolitions expert, able to get in and out... in as fun(in his own definition) a way as possible. And Gaz was out with Price, dealing with something in Urzikstan. It had been difficult, that location, since Alex Keller's death, but Farah had needed help, and of course, they would oblige.

By the time he tore off the tarp, and poured himself into the truck, he tied himself a tourniquet using a strap from the seat belt aside him and a screwdriver that had lay forgotten in his utility belt, and drove himself the hours back to base.

On the way home, he had found himself thinking back to the beginning, when both KorTac and SpecGru arose from the ashes that Hassan Zyani's death left behind in his trail of destruction. Each side had a few that jumped ship, including a 6'10 hood-wearing platoon specialist that soon joined them.

Soap always wondered what belonged under the sniper fabric, the same that he did for the Lieutenant whenever his blue-hazel eyes got too close for platonic comfort.

He had already accepted defeat in his half lust for tall, mysterious, masked men that had higher ups on him. It would be an issue at some point, he was sure of it.

Never had he dared to mention this to anyone, though. Why would he? It would only cause problems....

After a few long, long hours of driving, low-on-gas warnings, and self deprecating humor trying to relieve himself of the stress he had created, Soap approached the lights of the front gate.

He only glared at whatever poor kid had been stationed there on the nightshift, waiting for the the gate to open any fucking faster, and he sped through.

It was a miracle he hadn't been followed, or even tracked, he thought to himself as he skidded on the gravel of the parking lot to a stop. He drew enough himself out of the car, leaving all his gear on the bloody passenger seat, approaching the main building. Briefly, he wondered if he would have to clean it, or if the truck was shitty enough that they could scrap it for material. Most of the lights were dimmed in the early morning, and he doubted anyone had expected him back this quickly. Or even in this state.

Johnny stumbled up the steps, noticing how his fingers were numb, a chill settling into his very bones, and he tried to push away the uncomfortable feeling of half-dried half-wet hair that stuck limply to the side of his face.

The first door he cleared without interruption. It was freezing in here, and he really didn't want to add hypothermia into the mix, much less even risk it. The lights were always on in the corridors, so it was just the other rooms that were dark, their occupants inside still sleeping.

Down the hallway, with his good hand planted firmly on the tourniquet, he elbowed open the next door to the common area.

He had been trying to make his way to the hospital wing, taking a shortcut through the larger half of the building when a welcome warmness hit him and spread and suddenly he wanted to wait in the cozy room, just sleep right there, up against the wall.

The fire was going in the stones of the fireplace, and two people had lounged on opposite ends of a chess table, seeming extremely engaged in whatever they were doing. Two large windows on either side of the fireplace showed the hilly landscape that their base had crested upon, and how the sun just began to peek over the horizon. He noticed then that the sky had cleared at some point, sending the freezing rain somewhere else for the time being. The fire had cast shadows across the room, drifting across the hardwood flooring, up the couch, moving as they did.

"Johnny?" Ghost asked with furrowed brows, the rest of his face hidden behind the familiar striped black and grey balaclava that the man dared to call comfort.

"'M back lads." He murmured his greeting as the world spun and he leaned against the thick wooden doorframe for support. He should've just kept going to the medical wing, but God it felt so warm in here and he was so, so cold from the pouring rain that he felt had frozen into shards of ice around him.

He would rather be stuck in here, than waiting outside Price's office to write a report. He fucking hated those. Suggested body cams instead, but then remembered the amount of war crimes the team had probably committed, and they all quickly kicked the idea to the curb soon after that.

König turned from his spot in the chair and gave him a friendly wave, missing how Ghost switched around one or two of the wooden pieces. He still wore his face covering, the faded red paint blending into the black background of the cloth. It had settled loosely, and he could barely see the long strands of strawberry blonde hair beneath it.

"Well done." Ghost complimented, looking back to König's move, further sending warmth into his very core, or maybe it was the blood loss. He didn't seem too entirely focused on Soap at the moment, that was left mostly up to König.

The tallest man's eyes looked him up and down scrutinizingly. "Are you alright, Sergeant?"

The Lieutenant finally looked up at his question, doing half a double take as Soap felt himself slide down his place at the wall. They both were up from their spots in a millisecond, and at his side quicker than that.

"Just got nicked on the way back is all..." Mactavish grumbled, not wanting to be babied right then, but also..... he didn't entirely loathe the feeling. He watched Ghost's hooded eyes rake up and down his appearance, and tried to put aside his enjoyment. He was bleeding out, you know.

But..... there was no way he'd get to medical by himself. Too far away now. If he hadn't stopped, he might've been able to make it on his own.

Yet they fretted over him.

"Need to be more careful." Ghost's low voice rumbled across from him, raising goosebumps up his skin out of reflex and the Lietenant crossed his arms, glaring without any real malice.

"Thanks, Si, I'll try to remember that next time." He said sarcastically, inching his way back up the cool gloss over the wooden support, watching as Ghost rolled his eyes.

Gentle fingers prodded the tourniquet on his arm, and Soap tried to hide the heat that pooled in his stomach at the soft touch, or the wince that jolted his system. For such a large man, König was.... surprisingly tender with his hands. He wondered what else they were good for. "Did you return the favor?"

Johnny half smirked, bathing himself in the feeling of home, yet trying to regain some perception of his own being. "Of course... tenfold."

"I'm proud, Sergeant." König murmured, close to his ear, but loud enough so that the other could hear it too.

Soap's eyes widened slightly as the sudden adrenaline pushed him back onto his feet and taking a step forward before he stumbled, like some dame waiting to be saved. But he was no dame, and he didn't need saving, actually, he was John fuckin' Mactavish and-

"I'll take him to medical." Strong arms pulled him back up and he recognized the familiar rough texture of Riley's skeleton gloves on his bare flesh.

"Oh, don't worry, I can do it." König said, looping his hands around his waist, dipping low.

The Austrian was a fucking tease, that's for sure.

"I said, 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘒ö𝘯𝘪𝘨." Ghost growled, locking eyes with the other hooded man.

He only narrowed his eyes into a stare, sharper and harsher than any dagger he'd ever seen, in response, and if Johnny could guess, he had his teeth bared behind the rumpled fabric. "Do you, 𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵?"

The words hung in the air like a challenge, for that's precisely what they were.

Soap could've cut the tension with a knife, the exact one that he had left in the passenger seat from his mission. As he glanced between them with a mixture of nervousness and... something a little more than just plain need, realization smacked him in the face.

These two apex soldiers were poised at each other's throats because of 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Something a little more than need was... definitely an understatement.

And maybe he was mistaken, as the two held him tightly close, dragging him to medical, but Soap could've sworn he saw the sunken desire plunged in the deep pits of their eyes too. The only matter was who would fold first.

Who 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 fold first.

To hell with it, lay him down, he'd willingly bend to whatever either of them commanded.

Johnny may have been half delirious from blood loss, oh that much was true, but he was no idiot. His vision still worked, no matter how it tipped or blurred, or how he was sure he was half conscious by the time the sun fully came up.

Ghost and König had abandoned their verbal quarrel, retreating to a silent battle of scowling across his medical bed as the doctors fixed him up, visibly uncomfortable in the tension that had flooded the room, rolled off the two in waves. But no man was brave enough to interject, dare even ask them to leave the room so they would work it out.

They'd all resolve their.... issues later, and Soap wished he was there for it. Deep down, he knew he would be. He didn't think they would give him a choice.

And fuck me, he thought to himself, wouldn't that be a glorious thing?

#ghostsoap #könig x ghost x soap #oneshot #fanfiction #fanfic #cod mw2 #call of duty #könig modern warfare #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #modern warfare 2 #romantic tension

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