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babygorewhore · 3 months

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Honorable

Konig x female reader

Your crush at the diner is growing stronger and you finally make a move. But it doesn’t go as you imagined.

Hiii so I’m in love with this giant of a man and I decided to add him to my collection of characters I write for!!! I hope you enjoy and lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics with him! Thank you to dolly, @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @marchsfreakshow for helping me with this!!!

Warnings! Age gap! (Reader is 27) Slight angst! Blow job! Fingering! Unprotected sex! Slight degrading! Praise! Talks you through it! Going off of fan lore for him!

Konig often visited the same diner when he couldn’t sleep. Which was usually most nights of the week. You were there with your own set of problems plaguing your mind but your current infatuation with the very large man wasn’t weaning at all. He wore a mask a lot of times but when he didn’t, he was very handsome. Late thirties to maybe forty.

You were drinking hot chocolate when you felt a presence behind you cup your ass as you were waiting for a muffin. “Hey!” You turned around and saw John, a regular, with a sick smirk.

“Sorry. It’s just so hard to resist an ass like that.”

You didn’t expect Konig to quickly rise from his seat the second John leered at you again. His muscular hand latched around the smaller male's arm and spun him around. “Leave the lady alone.” He leaned down, 6’10 in height. “Now.” He growled close to his face. His mask slipping.

You swallowed from his accented voice and your stomach fluttered from his demand. John was intimidated and he quickly scurried off. Wise.

Konigs eyes softened when he looked at you and he crossed over in a single step. “I’m sorry, miss. He won’t do it again. I’ll make sure of it.” He spoke with authority, you knew he was in the military.

“Thank you, sir.” You tilted your head up as he dipped his own in a nod.

“I’ve seen you here but I’ve never asked your name, liebling.” The endearment made your chest warm as you told him.

“That’s a lovely name. Konig, at your service.” He outstretched his massive palm and it engulfed yours as you gently shook. His skin was warm and calloused. Yet comforting.

You gave him a smile and he seemed to harden at that. “Well, I best be going now, young lady.” He emphasized young which made you battle the urge to remind him you’re not a child but he walked away, his boots echoing on the wood floor of the restaurant.

You thought about him all night as you removed your makeup and changed into your nightclothes. You tossed and turned in bed for a half hour before you caved and searched for any signs of him on social media. What you did find was an article with his achievements. One of them was a description of him saving a bunch of people from human trafficking. He was a hero. He seemed to dislike photos considering there were hardly any. But from what you gathered, Konig was a mystery.

One you were determined to figure out.

You again couldn’t sleep. And you decided to get your favorite source of hot chocolate as you shivered from the drizzle of rain outside as you stepped inside the diner. Michael, the owner, gave you a smile and called out, “The usual, hon?” You nodded gratefully and your stomach fluttered when you saw Konig at his seat, his thick legs spread wide in his jeans as he flipped through a book in German.

You blushed at his reading glasses and hid a smile as you collected your hot chocolate and snack you always got. You chose your most flattering leggings at the off chance he was here as you casually sat diagonally from him on the other side. Konig had his mask on but the bottom was pulled up as he drank something, you saw the tea bag.

You wondered what flavor it was and you knew you could just ask him but…he was so still as he flipped a page. You noticed a watch on his wrist as he checked the time and sighed.

You wondered if he was tired of not sleeping too. He glanced up and his crystal eyes locked on yours. You saw them crinkle in what you assumed was a smile. You met the expression and stood, taking your cup with you as you approached him.

“Hi Konig. Can’t sleep either?” You tried not to fidget.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s difficult these days. You’d think after a long day I’d be tired but…” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “Do you want to sit?”

You sat down too quickly and spilled the liquid on your hand. “Shit.” You hissed as the burn sunk onto your skin.

“Here, let me.” Konig told you and removed the mug. He was fast to collect his napkin, taking your wrist as he started dabbing away the beverage. “You’ve got to be more careful, ma’am.” He told you as he called for Michael to bring you some ice.

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” You chuckled and blinked as he accepted the small glass with ice.

“Shh, I insist. We don’t want it to blister.” His concentration as he pressed the cool glass against your hand was enough to make you feel warm as his eyes were focused on your red skin.

“You know your medical stuff don’t you?” You playfully smiled and he nodded.

“Yes. I’d hate to see you get hurt no matter how small.” He murmured and released you.

“I-“ You stuttered as he cleared his throat.

“You feeling better, ma’am?” He asked.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am, Konig. It’s so formal.” You giggled and he sat up straighter. “You did call me darling the other day. Well in German.”

“Ah, yes. I must have not been thinking.” He swallowed. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

“I didn’t mind, I liked it.” You assured him, you knew he probably assumed he overstepped a boundary. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” He chuckled and tilted his head. “You find me cute? I could crush you with my fingers.” He flashed his eyes and you inhaled sharply.

“You’re right. But maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing, hmm?” You didn’t know where this bravery was coming from and he leaned forward a little.

“I think it was a little inappropriate. Which I apologize for. But-“ He cleared his throat and leaned back. “I should be going. I should try and get home and sleep. I have to train and spar with recruits tomorrow.” He said quickly and stood.

Your shoulders sank with disappointment as he walked away, his steps heavy across the floor you sighed. Looking at his tea cup.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Michael give you a sympathy look before returning to assembling a sandwich for another customer. You clenched your jaw. You hadn’t been with a man that much older but he was so…desirable. He would be hard to break.

One week later

You hated tonight. It was supposed to be fun. Be a break from your everyday life and the toxic relationships you had from your parents who didn’t and refused to support you most of the time.

You tried to sleep. Attempted to do anything that relaxed you but it failed miserably. Sunrise was coming and you were hungry. You were out of coffee and you really didn’t feel like cooking breakfast. Sighing, you got dressed into casual lounge clothes and a pair of sneakers. Your hair was out of your face as you drove to the diner.

Michael had the best pancakes and coffee. As you walked inside, you saw Konig at a different spot this early morning. His mask was off. Exposing his handsome features and set lips as he read something on his phone with his reading glasses.

His hair had small streaks of gray and his eyes were tired.

You settled on the stool as Michael stepped around the corner. He gasped and almost dropped his pot of coffee. “How ya doing, honey?” Your chest deflated and shrugged.

“Got into an argument with my mom about my dad. I think he’s in jail right now.” Michael shook his head angrily.

“Asshole. I’m sorry. Want some coffee? Fresh made.” You nodded quietly.

“Sure. And I’ll take some of those amazing pancakes.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he smiled.

“On the house this morning.”

Heavy footsteps caught your attention and then a large hand set on your shoulder. Turning, you met the eyes of Konig. His expression was furious as he examined your blood shot eyes.

“Are you okay, liebling?” Your mouth parted as he took your jaw and looked closer. “I heard about someone being in jail. Did he hurt you?.” His glasses were pulled to his head.

“Not physically but my dad is an asshole. And my mom wanted me to bail him out.” You chuckled and tried to look away.

“Look at me.” He ordered. And you instantly obeyed. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t need too.”

“No one deserves that.” He nodded, “Let alone someone like you.”

“Someone like me? Konig,” You started but lost your confidence when he sat next to you, trying to shrink himself.

“Besides. You don’t even know me.” You teased him and he gave you a small smirk.

“I think you underestimate how smart I am. Especially since I wanted to be a sniper. You must learn how to read someone.” You almost choked on your spit as you filled your coffee with cream and sugar.

“Oh? And what happened?”

He shrugged and watched your movements. “I was too big. Decided to put me into rescues. I’m an insertion specialist. They call me a human battering ram.”

You giggled without thinking and he raised a brow. “Is that funny?”

“I’m sorry, I just. It almost sounds like a brag.” His smirk widened and he looked smug.

“And what if it is?” He ran his tongue along his teeth. “Nothing wrong with it sometimes, little love.” Your body stilled at the nickname and you took a sip before asking a question you’ve been craving to ask.

“Are you married?” He sat straight and you immediately regretted asking something so personal. “I’m sorry-that was probably rude.”

“It’s okay. And yes I was. Briefly. She left me several years ago. I joined at seventeen so I was pretty young when we got together.” His accent was heavier as he talked more and you enjoyed every single second.

“I’m sorry.” He nodded and awkwardly shifted in his seat.

“Mmm. How old are you?” His tone almost sounded accusatory and you bristled.

“Twenty seven.”

He loosened a long breath. “So young.”

You wanted to scream. “It’s not that young. I’m a grown woman. And I know what I want.” His head snapped at you and you wanted to shrink but you continued looking into his eyes.

He said your name slowly, tasting the letters before he shook his head. “I don’t want to but I’m gonna have to leave.” You wanted to scream. No, no you just got him to talk!

“Wait, Konig. Would you-would like to go out sometime? I really loved our conversation and I’d-“

“What?” His tone sounded almost angry and you closed your mouth. Your stomach dropped. And embarrassment crept inside you like a virus.

“I wanted to go out. With you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while and I just…” you trailed off as his expression turned cold.

“That’s a horrible idea. You can’t be with someone like me. I’m too old for you. Too damaged. You couldn’t handle it. And I can’t do that to someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Your own anger flared. “What does that mean?” You demanded and he sighed. Giving you a sympathy glance and you wanted to scream.

“Someone as fragile, young and sensitive as you are.” You wanted to slap him into next week. How dare he call you those things. I mean they were true but his tone implied them to be flaws.

“I’m not too young for you. I’m still an adult. Why would you-“

Konig stood and his mammoth height swallowed you in his shadow. “I know what’s best for you. And it wouldn’t work.”

You gritted your teeth to prevent yourself from yelling or crying. And you watched him walk away. You wanted to chase after him and beg but you had enough pride to prevent yourself. It would be desperate and you had a long enough night.

“Sorry, honey. He’s like that. Cold and hard to read.” Michael delivered your pancakes. “Don’t want my favorite girl to go hungry.” You managed a smile for the sweet older man as you twirled your fork.

As you left the diner two weeks later, you saw Konig doing the same thing and you paused. He was on the phone, speaking German and you assumed it was work considering how stern he sounded. Your stomach dropped.

You didn’t want to face him anyway after the humiliation rejection. Well, it could have been worse but you still hated how you wanted him. You missed his attractive face and his endearments. His accent was adorable. He was adorable. Fuck! No! You couldn’t do this again. He didn’t want you back and you needed to accept it. You didn’t have to like it. But you needed to respect his choice.

People would look at you both with judgment but you wouldn’t care. You craved more. And you wanted to touch him. A few nights you had fingered yourself to the fantasy of how massive his dick must have been but you couldn’t make yourself cum as well as he could make you.

His mask was on but his expression underneath turned into coldness when he laid eyes on you, hanging up the phone. And he started storming to his truck.

Your chest swelled from hurt and you quickly followed him. Jogging to catch up with his long legs and quick pace as he walked to his truck. “Hey! Wait a minute!”

Konig paused but didn’t face you.

“Did I do something to offend you?” You questioned with hands on your hips. “And it’s rude to not look at someone when they speak to you.” You half scolded and that made his shoulders raise. “Look at me!” You raised your voice and he spun around.

“You don’t order me around,” He said your name in a growl. “You understand me? You never order me around.”

You didn’t back down even though you felt a thrill from the way he peered down at you with his burning gaze. “I don’t understand why you’re running from me. I have a crush on you. So what?”

Konig snarled and he latched a hand around the back of your neck and pulled his mask over his nose and smashed his lips to yours. You gasped in shock but quickly met his brutal attack on your lips as he brought you off your feet with his second arm around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tasted mint on his tongue that lapped at yours and swept the inside of your mouth. Your entire core was pulsing from the weight of his body that pressed against your breasts.

But as quickly as he kissed you was the speed he set you down, he breathed heavily. “Liebling…it’s not…entirely your age…I-“ Konig struggled to speak when you gently stood on his boots and pulled his face down, cupping his loose mask between your hands.

“Then what? No one kisses someone like that without feeling something close to what I do.” You persisted when he attempted to look away from you.

“I’m a dark cloud. And you’re a ray of sunshine.. I’ve seen you come in every night with a smile. You interact with the owner so freely. You’re kind. You’re sweet…so sweet.” You heard him swallow and shake his head underneath your hands. “I couldn’t deserve someone like you. I will bring you down.”

“No, you wouldn’t! Konig, you’re a hero. I know how you’ve saved lives. You’re a wonderful man and I don’t even know you yet. I want to know you. I want to hear everything in that cute accent. I want to listen to your stories. I want to…touch you.” He shivered as you traced your fingers along his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath your nail. “Please? Can I?”

“I-I want you too-so bad, liebling.” He moved to touch you again before he wrenched himself away. “But I can’t have you.”

You refused to take that as an answer. So you decided to bait him. “Fine. I guess I’ll go out with someone else. Someone who wants to fuck me more than you do.”

That made him stop short from opening his door. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. Don’t want to waste my time with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me, huh?” You said harshly and he released a long breath.

“That’s not gonna work. You think I don’t know when someone is trying to get a rise out of me?” But he did stalk towards you, his hands clenched as you plucked an invisible lint off your sleeve.

“And? Am I supposed to be scared now?” You replied.

“Oh, yeah. You should be.” He whispered. “You should know better than this. I would break you. Your little desperate pussy couldn’t handle it.” His dirty words did the opposite effect he hoped for as you dropped to your knees, your back facing the diner that was obscured by the dark.

“What about my mouth? I think my mouth can handle it.”

Konig groaned as his hand grabbed the back of your head, his fingers covering the entirety of it as he buried them inside your hair. Your hands moved to unbuckle his pants as you pulled them down his thigh.

His cock was so big as you took it out of his boxers. His thick purple heavy tip was leaking with precum that you swiped with a lick of your tongue. He grunted as you held him, your fingers rubbing up and down the soft skin. Your cunt glistened inside your panties as you licked the side of the vein on the side and then repeated on the other side, his thick arousal covering your lips as you focused on the underside.

“Fuck, you’re-“ You dug your nails into his hips as you then took the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down.

His hand naturally bounced your head as he started thrusting, your throat wanted to protest as he hit the back and made you gag. But you relaxed and your eyes rolled back as he moaned.

Your mouth made squelching noises as you sucked him and reached up to massage his balls.

“Shit-“ He pulled you off and made you whine as he lifted you up into his arms off the ground and he slammed you on your back on the bed of his truck.

“You’re playing with fire, Angel. And you’re underestimating how much I can handle.” He rasped and slapped your pussy outside your leggings that he removed quickly. He clicked his tongue teasingly as he felt the outside of your panties that were soaked and sticky.

“I’m a selfish whore, liebling. And by the way,” he gripped your jaw and opened your mouth. “You better watch that tone next time.” You felt him spit in your mouth and he closed it. Making you swallow as his big digit traced your folds and gathered the wetness.

“I don’t even need to spit on this pretty little pussy. Only in that wicked mouth of yours.” He plunged one finger inside, making you arch your back and pant as he easily reached that sweet spot inside you. “What’s wrong, bunny? Thought you could last longer than that.”

“Konig…I-please-“ He dipped down and pressed hot kisses down your neck and sucked your collarbone. His tongue dragged along the flesh before settling on your jaw before he captured your lips at the same time as he inserted his second finger and curled up so deeply you saw stars and his thumb circled your clit to soothe the stretch.

As he brought you close, Konig stopped as you attempted to pull him fully on top of you. “Want you in me.” You started begging. “Please fuck me.”

Konig growled and situated himself between your spread legs. “Are you going to be a good little liebling?” You nodded frantically as he lined his cock to your opening.

He sunk the tip inside and you groaned, scrunching your face slightly from his size but his own sounds erased whatever nerves you had. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re so good for me. Take me, cling around me.” He gasped and his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Fucking hell, pretty pussy sucking me.”

He moved in deeper and your nails dug into the material of his shirt as he already hit the deepest part of you.

“You can take it, bunny.” His accent grew thicker as he moved, the truck jolting from his strength. You cried out and your eyes rolled back in your head.

“No, no, no, look at me.” He lightly tapped your cheek and thrusted but not putting it in all the way. “I’m not one of those little boys who’s gonna let you do whatever you want.” He said and settled into a rhythm.

“Cum in me, want your baby.” You humped his dick as he gently bit down on your neck and he slammed into you further.

Your orgasm covered his cock and his own creamy fluid spilled inside you. You mixed together and it dripped down and coated the entirety of your thighs. You almost screamed but he covered your mouth with a hungry kiss and he sucked your tongue before letting go.

Konig pulled off his mask, revealing the emotion and lust in his eyes. “You’re mine, now.”

You smiled at him and accepted the challenge.

Tagging @slvt4jamesmarch @emsgoodthinkin @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can

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bellewintersroe · 8 months

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader 18+.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 10- here’s the LINK for part 9. This chapter contains smut, mentions of oral sex, protected sex (seb is an Angel ok) Seb and Jen are getting rid of some of the tension they’ve felt for months. Jen lets a little secret slip to which Sebastian finds quite embarrassing… Seb is shy🥺🥺 but also in the next few chapters I wanna explore his dominant, cocky side. I feel like this isn’t my best work but 100% more Seb smut incoming… taglist: @rainerax @peachiicherries @jaypreshpresh @mccall-muffin

Seb’s hand landed on the back of my head, deepening the kiss with just as much want and need as I offered him. My hands rested on his shoulders, the grey Red Bull hoody ever so slightly bunching up in my fingers. When I went to fall back down off my tip toes, believing the kiss was over, Sebastian dipped down, pulling me back by the waist. Our fronts pressed together as he firmly held me in place, lips moving against mine. He was bending me backwards, yanking my hips into his. I purposefully pushed forwards, hoping to feel the hard of his cock.

The kiss was getting a little too sensual to be in the hallway of a hotel, so when a family walked past, we awkwardly stood there whilst he fumbled the key card out of my pocket, clearing his throat with a head hung low. I accidentally giggled, finding myself unable to stop the burst of laughter until he closed the door behind us.

“What’re you laughing at?” He snickered himself, playfully putting a palm over my mouth, the other wrapping over my shoulders to pull me in closer again. “Just… it was funny, you were so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” He smiled, dropping his palm down to my chin as he caressed a finger on my skin. “No I said you were, not you are. Unless you actually are.” I rambled as he sheepishly glanced side to side.

“Now you are just putting words in my mouth.” The German squeezed my cheeks slightly as I went to argue back, but he’d kissed me, cutting my words off short. I hummed out a quick laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The laughter soon faded when he’d purposefully pulled me closer, stepping slowly until my back hit the wall gently.

The kiss was intense, our tongues were moving against one another and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. My fists balled around his jumper, pulling him closer, and when I felt the hardness in his trousers press up against my abdomen a soft moan escaped my mouth, remembering exactly what he’d been doing to himself last night. Sebastian reacted by bucking them up slightly, and I gasped, breaking the kiss, “are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, smiling back as I held his gaze.

Sebastian smiled and dipped his head, kissing down my jaw and neck. I gasped out, the intensity of his kisses making me breathless as I replayed the sounds of his moans over and over again. “Seb.” I whimpered, fingers raking through his hair. He continued his kissing as my head dropped back in utter arousal against the wall he had me up against.

“Fuck… I heard you last night.” I managed out as Seb paused, standing up a little straighter as he watched me with almost horror in his eyes.

“I-I heard you, saying mine name, everything.” His cheeks immediately warmed as I continued speaking, not wanting him to feel ashamed. “You should've come in.” I pressed myself closer to him, hands falling to his crotch where I grazed my fingers over the button on his jeans. God knows why he was wearing them when he was hungover. I kissed the corner of his lips on my tip toes, his smile widening as he held his forehead. “I am so embarrassed.”

“No, no. Don’t be.” I paused my actions, holding onto the waist of his pants instead. Sebastian swallowed, scanning my eyes. “I thought the door was shut.” He awkwardly laughed, head dropping as I meant back against the wall, swinging on his waist band ever so slightly. My pussy was throbbing thinking about him touching himself for me, I wanted to hear those moans again, I needed it.

“I didn’t realise you heard.” He laughed again, stepping a little closer. “Fuck.” He cursed, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s fine, Seb. I just… couldn’t exactly concentrate on anything else this morning.” I swallowed, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Why?” He half smirked, watching down to me, a hand planting on the wall besides me. A small shyness took over me as I giggled. “Thinking about what I heard, obviously.” I glanced at him up and down as he stepped closer, kissing my forehead before meeting my lips once again.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I hushed, Seb hummed gently against my mouth. “I liked it.” I hushed as he let out a soft groan, sliding his hand down from the wall, to the back of my neck to kiss me with a stronger need, practically moaning against my mouth. My fingers then fumbled to undo his button, feeling a relief when I slipped his jeans down, resting my hand right over where his cock began.

“I need you.” Seb practically growled, rolling his hips into my hand, he went to make a start on my shorts, but I’d already pulled his cock free, glancing down to see his large member, rock hard in my smaller hand. We both looked down at the same time, making eye contact and smiling gently before I began stroking him slowly.

“I need you, Seb.” My voice barely reached above a whisper, feeling slightly shy as I began pleasuring him. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut, head falling against the wall besides me, lips pressing to the top of my head as I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

“Have me.” His voice cracked as I let out a closed mouth moan, falling down to my knees for him at the admission. I glanced up, watching him mesmerised with me, our eyes met and I licked his tip, watching his face contort in pleasure before I wrapped my mouth around his tip, taking him in in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked anybody’s dick in so long, especially not somebody I found this attractive. I suddenly felt under pressure so I just remembered to make him as wet as possible, eventually using my hand to jerk off part of his cock I couldn’t fit down my throat.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, groaning each time I took him as far back. I tried not to gag and choke, but he was big and my gag reflex wasn’t the best. I sucked him a little more firmly, feeling his hand wrap in my hair, resting on the back of my head as he groaned, swearing out as he rested against the wall, feeling the bob of my head. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good.” He grunted out followed by the sexiest groan I had ever heard. My legs tightened, feeling the desperation growing in my pussy. “Put your hands down your pants, touch yourself.” His words had me moaning around his cock. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? I followed his instructions, moaning as I sucked a little harder, his cock muffling any noise that escaped my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sebastian’s hips bucked out as I gagged slightly. “Sorry, sorry.” He gently took hold of my chin as I pulled off with a gasp. “Are you ok?” “I’m good.” I nodded with a smile, sucking his tip as he let out a closed mouth groan, brushing my hair tenderly out of my hair. “Fuck, you could make me cum so quick.” Sebastian spoke as I giggled, allowing him to hold my head still, just in front of his cock. He pulled me up, practically lifting me off the floor as my legs wrapped around his waist. “Oh my god.” I laughed as he offered me a shy smile before kissing me with a hunger I almost couldn’t keep up to.

Sebastian eased me back onto my feet, hand stuffing under my shorts and under my thongs. I could feel the slick of my wetness against his fingers. My breath hitched as he rubbed against my clit, over my hole and eventually sliding a finger in. Sebastian had the most fucking talented fingers, he had me moaning and gasping for air in no time.

I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as he used his other hand to rub on my clit, kissing me desperately as I whined and whimpered in his mouth, my legs shaking furiously. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I gasped out the words in shock. My hips were gyrating in the movement of Sebastian’s and he was flushed in the face, mouth agape as he brought me to my peak.

“Cum, cum for me.” Sebastian muttered as I felt myself letting go, hiding my face in his shoulder as I felt the tightness in my stomach explode. My legs turned weak and I was borderline trembling, holding onto his shoulders for support as he coerced me through my orgasm. Holy fuck, no man had ever made me finish so quickly in my life.

“Fuck.” I cursed as he let out a soft throaty groan, pulling out of me gently. “Let’s get these off.” He slowly tugged at the waist of my leggings, “wait!” My eyes fell on the curtains. “Can we- can we close the curtains first?” I didn’t need any harsh, direct sunlight on me, not when I was getting naked in front of Sebastian.

“Of course.” We shared another sweet kiss, before he pulled his boxers back on, but kicked free of his jeans. When he went to close the curtains, I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling shyly down to my waist. Sebastian was slow with his movements, running a hand down my thigh before tugging at the material, freeing me of both my underwear and leggings at once. “I want to taste you.” His words were barely a whisper, but I let out a soft moan in response, feeling the warm wet kiss of his lips over my thighs. Sebastian moved forwards, pushing my legs aside slightly as he began licking at my dripping pussy. I was sensitive. My head dropped back with a slight moan as he dove deeper in, pleasuring me gently as he groaned into my core. My hand fisted at the sheets, tightening my grip around the white fabric as though I’d rip it.

“Fuck me, Seb.” I whined, hips bucking up into his mouth. He hummed against my pussy, hands smoothing over my thighs as he remained pleasuring me for a few more moments before pulling up again. “You want to?” He double checked as I nodded, perching up slightly on my elbows.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I need ah- a condom. Fuck.”

“You don’t have any?” I watched him half naked scurry towards his suitcase, rummaging through. “I do.” He pulled one out, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll it on. He seemed nervous, a little shy- it made me feel I was losing my virginity again. Maybe that was a weird thing to think.

Sebastian climbed on top of me after discarding his t shirt to the floor. We were both completely naked now and I swallowed nervously feeling him brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I always preferred sex raw, it felt better, but I wasn’t complaining, especially when I felt the stretch of his cock filling inside of me.

I gasped gently, Sebastian paused, lifting his head. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” I nodded. Hand holding onto his arms as he pushed himself up slightly, hands on either side of me as I hummed out a gently moan when he thrusted into me. “Let me know if you want to stop.” He muttered as I pulled him down into a kiss. “I will.” After that comment we moved into the love making, Seb fucking into me as he released all the pent up sexual tension that had existed between us before. The bed squeaked beneath us and our bodies grew hotter with the movements we shared.

When he was close to climax, his hand cupped my cheek, watching back to me with a pleasured expression that almost made me feel like I was dreaming. “Fuck.” He cursed, jaw tightening before abruptly opening again and a quick moan left his mouth. “Seb.” I cooed, lifting my hips slightly.

His head dropped down besides mine, lips pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. “I wanted you for so long.” He dirty talked. In return, my legs spread wider and I pressed my hands into his lower hips, pulling him in harder.

“Harder, Seb.” I whispered. “If I go any harder, I’ll cum.” He warned.

“I want you to.” I moaned into his ear as he let out a satisfied groan at my words, catching me off guard with another kiss before fucking his hips into me harder, faster, there was more passion. Holy shit he was good.

As he reached his climax, I could feel the tremble of his tense arms, the way his legs wriggled slightly, chasing his orgasm. His breathing became heavier and his voice was clouded by grunts and slight moans I could tell he was holding back.

“Cum for me, Seb-” was all I managed out before he came crashing down, eyes screwing shut before his hips snapped and his body was thrown into an overwhelming orgasm. I don’t know how, or why, but Sebastian reaching his peak was so hot and overwhelming that I seemed to come crashing down after him.

“Fuck.” I cursed, head lolling to the side as my chest rose and fell quickly. Seb’s body crashed down on top of me, breathing eventually slowing down from his orgasm. I imagined what it would’ve felt like if he didn’t have a condom on, the feeling of being so irreplaceably full with him.

“Sebastian.” I hummed out a quiet moan, hand running down the back of his head, as I felt his hot breaths against the crook of my neck.

“Are you ok?” He gently cooed, chest flush to my own. “Yeah… are you?” I whispered as he pressed his lips to mine, hips rolling gently, barely even there, as he milked the last of our orgasms.

“Yeah.” He sexily sighed out. The two of us glanced down as he pulled out slightly, I grimaced a little at the feeling before he kissed me several more times.

As Sebastian was pulling the condom off and discarding of it, he began speaking again. “I could’ve… lasted longer, it’s just, you were really good.” My stomach knotted at his words, I smiled back to him.

“I like it, Seb. You were good.” I shyly pulled the covers over myself, sitting up. As I watched him, I was almost in disbelief that this had actually happened.

Only weeks prior we were ‘friends’ with an undeniable attraction, I never actually thought anything would happen between us. Looking back to when I was still with my ex, compared to now, I felt like my life had done a complete 360, and I was so excited to see what else Sebastian and I could get up to…

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meowneos · 2 months

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bofb ships and petnames hc’s :D

hey yall sorry for inactivity!!!! i am feeling quite insane and can’t stop thinking about this so i present you with this :3

webgott - david calls joe liebling because he is obsessed with the fact that the german word for darling is so close to joe’s name. he also calls joe honey and and joe pretends to hate it but actually is Absolutely Obsessed with it. joe calls david davey but only when he’s feeling especially tender and sweet.

baberoe - gene absolutely smothers babe with a bunch of random french petnames. a personal favorite of mine is mon cœur which means my heart or mon ange which means my angel. babe likes to call gene baby or love or genie.

luztoye - joe definitely calls george sugar, i don’t make the rules. george likes to call joe stud muffin as a joke but calls him sunshine when he’s feeling especially loving.

winnix - they aren’t big on petnames, but lew loves to call dick honey and dick calls lew dear like an old married couple.

spierton - they call each other sweetheart. end of discussion.

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littlebluespoon · 5 months

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Isolated ~ Stuck (Octo!König) Ch 5

Apologies for the longer wait, I had uni and family and new tattoos to deal with and I also tried to make this chapter longer.

But here we are, chapter 5

König reaches out to you. You reach out to someone else.

2K, MDNI 18+ stalking, mentions of vomiting, hybrids and all that jazz.

🤦🏻 knew there was something I’d forgotten to put in the notes.

Perle is German for Pearl and kleiner artz is German for little doctor

A03 link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/51314596/chapters/131934805

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It had been weeks since you received the pictures. You were going to throw them in the pile of rubbish for the incinerator but realised that would leave a chance for other people to see them and if whoever this was found out you’d thrown the pictures out well, you didn’t want to think about it. You scavenged a box from recycling and shoved everything from the first ‘gift’ to the pictures in it and kicked it under your bed. Out of sight and hopefully out of mind was what you were going for.

By the time you had dealt with the ‘gifts’ and rechecked your room for any signs of another person or hidden cameras you had missed breakfast. It was a big deal though as you were spending the morning doing inventory and ordering supplies, busy work that kept you at your desk where you knew you had a stash of protein bars. Where you were supposed to have a stash of protein bars. Either you’d miscounted how many you had left or you had a thief. Your thief had to be Gaz, the fox hybrid had a habit of stealing when he was bored. He never took anything that was important to you or work related, usually food or clothes he knew you had spares of. You’d had to hunt him down several times to find your missing hoodies and socks. It seemed you were destined to go hungry until lunch today.

The knock on your door was unexpected. You were off medical duty today in order to stock count so no one should be coming to you for medical care,

“Who is it?” you call out through the closed door.

“It’s me Perle, can I come in?” the heavy, Austrian accent gave him away. König. It was here you realised you’d never actually spoken with him, too him certainly but never with. You’d never heard his voice.

Another knock startled you, “König? Yeah, come in,” You got up and made for your med kit, you might be off duty but you’re still the only one on base with the training needed for König’s medical care and considering your past experiences you were expecting the worst.

A muffin. Your favourite muffin. König was holding your favourite muffin. He was holding your favourite muffin? You stared at him as he crossed the doorway, assessing him. No blood, no missing or extra limbs, no limp, no obviously broken bones. He didn’t need medical attention from what you could see. Unless it was something embarrassing and private but unlike other soldiers on base you didn’t think the Colonel was the type to sleep around and contract several STDs.

Confused, you just continued staring at him until he offered you the muffin,

“You missed breakfast this morning. Thought you might be hungry.” He gave a small shrug as he handed you the muffin.

“I did. I am,” you give him a bright smile, “Thanks, these are my favourite too!” munching on the muffin and assured that he wasn’t in danger of passing out on you, you settled back behind your desk and gestured for him to sit too.

“So just a muffin that brought you down or do you need something from me?” you ask around a mouthful, thinking that maybe this was a more routine medical issue.

“I can’t come and see my favourite Kleiner Artz?” his eyes scrunch up underneath his mask, it’s a small sign that tells you he’s smiling. Ghosts’ eyes do the same, that how you know, “You missed breakfast and it was pancake day, you never miss pancake day so I wanted to check on you. Noticed your teammates didn’t come see you, is that how the legendary 141 operate?” His concerned tone is what you notice most, it sounds genuine enough but there just something about it that leaves you on edge.

“Ah, you’re scouting.” Throwing the wrapper in the bin before mustering your professional voice, the one you use on superiors who try to refuse medical treatment, “While I appreciate the concern Colonel, my team and I operate just fine. I’m quite happy with my working conditions and no, I’m not interested in a pay rise. Does that satisfy you?” plastering a fake smile on your face you wait for him to dismiss himself, even though you don’t technically have to conform to the PMCs ranks you feel it’s disrespectful to fully dismiss them.

He slowly shuffles towards the door, stopping and shaking his head before closing it behind him. Like he had something else to say however you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as you had supply forms to be completing.

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It was after 3pm before you had finished all the forms which meant if you wanted them ordered today you had to hand them to your lieutenant personally, which was no easy task. Figuring one of the sergeants might have seen him at some point you stop by their shared office first,

“Hey, has LT been around today?” standing in the doorway you watch as Soap lines up a spit ball with Gaz’s head,

“Something about meeting with the Cap and paperwork. Probably in his office.” Comes the reply from Gaz. Just as he looks up towards you Soap sees his moment and fires, hitting Gaz right above his eye.

“Ha, that serves you right for eating all my snacks. I’ll be back, gotta get these to LT before four.” You walk off, throwing a wave behind you and keeping an ear out for the chaos that often followed the two.

Just as Gaz had said, Ghost was in his office. Cursing at paperwork and idiots and probably every officer on base by the sounds of it. Knocking on his door you waited for the command to enter and give him your request,

“Supply forms sir, there’s a few of them that are urgent. Should probably take priority over field reports.” You hand him the forms, knowing he’d take the opportunity to do anything other than read recruits reports.

“Thanks, I’ll get them in tonight,” he puts them on top of a pile but doesn’t dismiss you as expected, “You missed breakfast. Everything solid?” he asks.

“Yes sir, just overslept.” You give him nod, keeping it short so he has less time to sense the lie.

“Alright, let me know if you need anything though yeah?” He doesn’t dismiss you until you acknowledge his indirect order after which you make a beeline back to your office. You always feel like Ghost sees your soul whenever you stand in front of him like that and you need some time to decompress. Especially with the paranoia from last night still lingering.

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Your office was a safe space, despite all the physical trauma it sees, it’s where you go to centre yourself. To just be. For you it’s a sanctuary of hope, of where you do your best work and in the moments where there’s no emergency to be dealt with its tranquil and peaceful. With the rain tapping against the window and all your paperwork done, you settle in to enjoy a quiet moment. Closing the door and with your back against it, eyes closed and just breathing. In, out. In for one, two, three, four, five. Out for one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The silence you can hear is a rare thing on a military base. No shouting, banging, not even a vehicle passing. Just the rain. And? Bubble wrap? Focusing on the sound, pop, pop, pop. It’s not a gun, you’re far too familiar with those and it’s not bubble wrap. The sounds are too long, it’s like someone blowing a bubble with gum and then it pops. The sound echoes in the empty hallways so you settle for counting the pops until you can’t hear anymore; one, two, three… seventy two… ninety five… one hundred and sixteen. The pops eventually faded and after the last one you opened your eyes. Your office the way you left it, except for one detail. A peach envelope.

There, in the middle of your clean desk lay a nightmare and all you could do was stare at it. Frozen. Your door was locked. You double checked. You always double check because of all the medications in it. Your door was locked and your window doesn’t even open, the key to it being lost forever ago. Your door was locked, how was this envelope on your desk. What else had this person done? Where else had they been? How? Where? When? Who?

The questions swirling around your head left your heart rate climbing and your hands shaking. You could barely open the envelope because of the shaking. As you tore it open you took another moment, in and out. Breathe in, breathe out. Getting a hold of yourself before you read it. As the shakes slowed you could make out the typed writing;

My Dearest Heart,

I hope you had a pleasant rest. Mine was wonderful, dreaming of you. I hope that pleasant dreams were the reason you missed breakfast and not anything nasty. You looked so worn down when I saw you in his office, I do hope he isn’t making your life difficult. Oh My Heart, I hope you know that I would do anything for you. I would damn the world if it was what you wanted from me. I’ve left you some presents in your drawer, hopefully this time that dreadful fox doesn’t steal them. I can’t have My Heart going hungry after all.

With all my love,

Your Soul

Retching you lunged for your bin, throwing up what little you had eaten that morning. They had been following you. You knew they were watching but they had followed you this morning and you hadn’t seen them. What good was a soldier who isn’t aware of their surroundings? How could you have missed them? The halls were empty, they should have been obvious but they weren’t. Unless they weren’t physically following you? Could they be watching from the cameras? Could the be using other people to follow you? You were all trained military personnel, there were hundreds of ways to follow a target, you knew that. They could be anywhere. You might have never even seen them in person.

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The letter burned a hole in your combat pockets until you could make it back to your room after lunch. You had to constantly remind yourself not to reach to check it was still there and hadn’t fallen out. Lunch was quiet, with the Lieutenant still drowning in paperwork and Soap running a demolitions class for recruits it was just you and Gaz. Until he had to run before he was late for a meeting and it was just you, alone at your table in the noisy mess hall, picking at your food until you deemed you’d spent an appropriate amount of time being seen by people.

Walking back to your room, your legs felt like lead. Like they were getting heavier with each step. You took the longer route back, sticking to hallways that were always populated, saluting where necessary and saying hello to other people just to prolong your pain. You didn’t want to go back to your room. It’s peace had been ruined. You didn’t want to go back to your office, it too being soiled.

Your feet kept you along the familiar paths, pulling you closer with each step as your mind wandered. Lists of people. Theories about how. Questions about why. With your head buzzing with paranoia and questions, you didn’t even notice when your feet stopped outside a door and your hand had already knocked,

“Enter.” The gruff voice called out through the wood. Breathe in, breathe out. The questions in your head stopped abruptly as you opened the door and stepped through, the click of it echoing in the room. Breathe in, breathe out. Looking at him across the room, the one person you feel certain your stalker can’t be, one last big breath in and out,

“Lieutenant Riley? I need your help sir.” Your voice shakes, your whole body tensing, as if preparing for a fight as your hand reaches into your pocket and pulls out the envelope. He stands slowly, reaching out for the letter as he assesses you, he watches as your body collapses the second the paper leaves your hand.

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lovelytsunoda · 1 year

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a thousand miles // mick schumacher

summary: searching for life after f1, the race of champions may just have the answer mick needs, in the form of a shy former w series driver who is just as lost as he is

pairing: mick schumacher x female driver!reader

warnings: mentions of guenther steiner/haas, karaoke, matchmaker val returns! corinna the icon is also trying to get her son to go on a date, one small joke about crashing a rally car.

author's note: @magnummagnussen told me this was a terrible idea. i beg to differ : )

the swedish sunlight bounced off the snowdrifts outside of the ski lodge, illuminating the inside of the dining hall where the drivers milled about and socialized, bright smiles on their faces.

mick saw her first.

he was locked in conversation with seb, his eyes catching her just out of the corner of his line of sight, hair braided messily over one shoulder, wearing skinny jeans and a hoodie for a band he's never heard of, a pom pom hat with the race of champions logo on it as she nervously clutched a breakfast tray and tried to figure out where to sit.

normally, she would have sat with jamie chadwick, but the brit had decided to go for an early run, and had left the other former w series driver alone.

it was valtteri who noticed the young german driver's wandering eyes first. with a smile and a sip of his espresso, he waved the young woman over, enjoying the look of panic on mick's face.

"valtteri!" mick hissed. "why would you do that!?"

"because you've been miserable since abu dhabi and you need to let loose a little bit."

mick couldn't exactly protest. since learning that he had been dropped from the haas formula one team just hours before the qualifying session for the last race of the season was due to start, there had been a hole in his heart, something that he couldn't patch up.

but he knew that a short lived roc fling was the last thing that would help him out.

"hi." she said sofltly her voice like music to mick's ears. "can i sit with you guys? jamie kind of left me high and dry this morning."

sebastian smiled, ever the gentleman as he motioned towards the free seat next to him.

the free seat that also happened to be next to a certain young schumacher.

"i'm y/n y/l/n, i used to drive in the w series for quantfury. i'm felipe's teammate for all star team this weekend." she introduced herself as she picked at the paper wrapper on her double chocolate muffin, an untouched mug of hot chocolate and whipped cream on the other end of the tray.

"mick schumacher, fellow racing reject." mick joked nervously, reaching out to shake the young woman's hand. "formerly of the haas formula one team and the ferrari driver's academy. now proudly driving reserve for mercedes."

"i'm technically a part of the alpine young driver's programme, but it's not like they've done any work at getting me closer to driving an f1 car. not that i blame them, all of otmar and laurent's efforts were on the piastri thing this season."

"technicalities only matter in this sport when the fia get what they want." seb hummed. "i'm-"

"sebastian vettel, racing legend!" y/n gushed. "i'm like, a huge fan. i grew up watching you on the telly, i had a poster of you at red bull hanging up in my room. this is so fucking surreal, dude. heck, i walked past mika hakkinen earlier and thought i was going to cry."

the rest of the table laughed. "mick was like that when he was here last year." seb said fondly. "i think everybody is like that when they come here for the first time."

"mika fucking hakkinen, man."

seb and val shared a look before looking back over at mick.

they knew.

the boy was smitten already.

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the press conference took place at exactly noon, and as was typical of the roc, most of the scheduled drivers were late.

it's not that y/n was late on purpose. but she was horrifically lost inside the chalet and had been turned around four or five different time trying to find her way to the conference room, overheating in her race suit in the warm chalet.

the directions were loaded on her phone, but she still felt like it was a lost cause as she rolled up the sleeves of deep blue nomex material, leaning her head against the wall to take a few deep breaths.

everything was fine. everything was okay. she was safe.

she heard voices coming from her left, and her heart skipped a beat.

the press conference. she had found it.

she rushed inside, trying to duck out of view of the cameras as she scurried to the table at the front of the room. catching her eye from the distance, mick waved at her, a small smile on her face that was enough to put a matching smile on her own as she took a seat in between the german and her teammate, felipe drugovich.

"where have you been?" felipe asked quietly.

she shook her head, unwilling to admit that she had gotten lost. "don't worry about it."

"so nice of you to join us, miss y/l/n." one of the reporters said, the young driver snapping to attention and reaching for the desktop microphone, fumbling with it and trying not to knock it over. "with the w series seemingly ended permanently, what's next for you after this weekend?"

"i'm still trying to make my 2023 plans." she said softly, the microphone barely catching her soft voice. she had always hated media commitments. "obviously an f3 place is out of the question right now, and it's pretty obvious that i'm too old for all that now, so i've been looking into these one-off racing opportunities and tests so that i can find out what i want to do in 2024."

she felt her throat get tighter, the sweat forming on the back of her neck as she nervously reached one black polished fingernail to brush an errant strand of hair from her bun to the space behind her ear.

"hey." mick said softly, nudging her in the side. "you're doing great."

she took a deep breath before flashing mick a smile as she continued talking.

"i've got a few races lined up with the nascar xfinity series down in the united states, and i'm really looking forward to it. racing in america has a completely different vibe to it, you know?"

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the next time mick saw y/n, he was with his mother, testing out the rally car during the free practice session.

she was impossible to miss, her screams of delight carrying over the wind and followed up by laughter as the car caught air going over a hill.

it was enough to make the boy freeze behind the wheel, corinna giving him a knowing look.

"what's her name, mickie?" corinna said with a smile, pulling out her phone, no doubt to see who her son was so infatuated with.

"y/n y/l/n." mick said softly. "but i dont know her that well, mom."

"oh, she's pretty!" corinna beamed, pulling up the driver's instagram profile. "look, she's a perfect fit for you, she's quiet and she's shy and she doesn't go to parties!"

"mom, i swear to god i will crash this car and make you walk back to the chalet yourself!"

mick rolled his eyes, turning his head back to the windshield as he took a sharp corner around the track. it's not that he hadn't thought about y/n since the presser. he thought she was sweet, and he would deny it if asked, but he looked forward to seeing her and knew that when life went back to normal after roc, that he would miss her.

"you don't have anything to lose, mick. what's the harm in even just going for a coffee with her or something? i'm not telling you to marry the girl, but at least give romance a chance."

the german would think about his mother's words all day: through his time in the sauna, to the ice bath and then again at dinner. the thoughts would eventually keep him awake at night, unable to fall asleep while wrapped in the hotels luxury down bedding.

he found himself wandering the chalet at odd hours of the night, lost in his own thoughts as he meandered towards the coffee machine in the lobby. if he was going to stay awake, he might as well stay warm as well.

the chalet doors slid open, and mick's breath caught in his throat as he watched her stride into the lobby, wearing a different beanie hat but the same one ok rock hoodie she had been wearing when he eyed her for the first time, a puffy tan jacket pulled over the entire ensemble and a plastic bag for a swedish supermarket hanging from her arm.

"mick!" she shouted, face bright as she crossed the lobby. "couldn't sleep?"

the boy shrugged, trying to play it cool even though his palms were sweaty and his heart was racing and was she always this pretty? was that mole on her upper lip always there?

"come on, let me introduce you to my favorite pre-race ritual." she beamed, pulling a bag of edible pilsbury cookie dough from the bag, along with two metal spoons clearly stolen from the breakfast buffet.

mick couldn't help but laugh. "how has your performance coach not killed you yet?"

"what she doesn't know won't kill her. who is she to rob me of life's greatest pleasures?"

pinching himself to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, mick followed the driver back to her hotel room. her energy was magnetic, and mick couldn't help but be drawn in.

they settled on the plush bed, shrouded in blankets as she overturned the shopping bag, allowing it's contents to fall to the blanket.

"so, this is what i watch when it's been a long day, or if i don't have the mental energy to focus on anything else." she said with a cheeky smile as she popped open her laptop. "when i was in the w series, it was juju noda who got me hooked on the really cheesy j-dramas. i already watched the darker asian dramas, like the psychological thrillers and everything, but it was juju who got me hooked on the romance ones when we watched coffee and vanilla."

she clicked onto disney plus, waiting for it to lead as she opened the canister of cookie dough in her hand. after the screen loaded, she navigated her cursor over to an orange thumbnail.

"this is yakuza lover: romance and bullets. and yes, it's as mind-numbing as it sounds."

they watched a few episodes, exchanging bites of cookie dough and popping open bottles of flavored sparkling water as the characters on the screen kept digging themselves into holes they couldn't get out of.

"do they not take one look at the dialogue and go 'what the fuck is going on here'?" mick asked quizzically, staring at the fictional yakuza boss on the screen. "like, seriously? and she finds that even remotely attractive?"

"it reads like a bad wattpad novel, and that's enough for me when i don't want to think about anything." y/n laughed, shoveling another spoonful of cookie dough into her mouth. "either that or i watch a concert film or something. i live for live music. hate parties, but i'll go to a good concert any day. that's why i liked racing, you know? not for the fame or the money, but for the travel, the means to an end."

her eyes went wide, and mick was captivated, hanging on to her every word.

"have you heard of one ok rock? probably not, since you didn't mention it when you saw my sweater earlier, but they have this one really good concert film from when they played yokohama stadium, it's called mighty long fall. i saw them live in 2018 on the 'ambitions' tour, so that's a good film as well if you can find it, but mighty long fall is one of my favourite live concerts like ever."

mick was struggling to follow everything, as she seemed to have talked without even breathing, her fingers flying across they keyboard as she searched for 'mighty long fall' on youtube.

he was well and truly smitten with her as she loaded the concert, seemingly skipping to a particularly important part.

"this has to be one of my favoruite songs they've ever done, and it's not even theirs."

mick would have recognized the piano arrangement anywhere. anybody born before two thousand and five would have. the japanese band on the screen was playing an acoustic rendition of 'a thousand miles' by vanessa carlton.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

she was singing off key, but that seemed to be the point as she threw her head back and forth, her hair flying everywhere as she beamed, singing into the metal spoon as if it was a karaoke microphone.

"come on, schumacher. i know you know the words!" she laughed, mick laughing along with her as his face turned pink. "sing it with me!"

and when she looked at him like that, what else was he supposed to do?

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and just as quickly as it began, the race of champions weekend was officially over.

gathered in the warm den of the chalet, the drivers milled about and chatted among themselves, jazz music playing in the background as a warm fire crackled in the hearth.

y/n and felipe had placed second in the nations cup as the all-star team, and she seemed to glow from the happiness of the somewhat victory as she stood off to the side with both her teammate and jamie chadwick.

mick couldn't help himself, staring at her with a lovestruck gaze from the other side of the room, where he stood with sebastian and valtteri. mick and y/n had grown infinitely closer over the course of the weekend, but mick hadn't had the courage to ask for her phone number, or to properly take her out on a date.

and soon, he'd lose those chances for good.

"the way i see it, you don't have anything to lose." seb suggested, clapping the younger man on the shoulder. "the worst that could happen is that you made a new friend, who doesn't want to be more than that."

"why not just accept things as they are?" mick whined. "the weekend is almost over anyways!"

"it's never too late for a romantic gesture." valtteri suggested, nodding his head towards where a karaoke machine had been set up by team norway earlier in the night.

and that's when mick knew what he needed to do. with seb and val's help, he managed to get everything rigged, set up and ready to go.

when the music started playing, she knew that it was meant for her, all conversation stopping at that piano arrangement as she stopped to look at the german, hands nervously gripping the microphone as he began to sing.

"making my way downtown, walking fast, faces past and i'm homebound."

jamie broke out into a grin, turning to look the the other female driver. "there's no other person this could possibly be meant for. how did he know you're emotionally attached to this song?"

despite herself, y/n found that she was also starting to sing quietly under her breath.

"staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making a way through the crowd."

felipe nudged her in the side. "go on. you're not going to get another chance."

trying to stop the uncontrollable blush on her face, she kept her eyes cast down as she made her way to where mick was standing. sebastian gave the duo a knowing look as mick wordlessly passed y/n the microphone, shy smiles on both of their faces.

"if i could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? 'cause you know i'd walk a thousand miles if i could just see you tonight."

neither of them realized how close to each other they had gotten, barely a foot of space between their bodies, faces blushing bright pink as the lyrics faded out to the instrumental.

"mick-" she said softly.

"you don't have to say anything. not right now, not right here. just kiss me."

and that's exactly what she did, the room erupting into cheers as mick's soft lips met hers. she dropped the microphone, feedback echoing around the room as mick held her, both parties smiling into the kiss before mika hakkinen came running over the grab the fallen mic.

"will you go on a date with me?" mick asked, lips swollen and shyness in his tone. "like, a real one this time?"

"yes, mick." she giggled. "of course i will."

Tags: @scuderiamh @libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @sidcrosbyspuck

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #mick schumacher imagine #race of champions 2023 #SoundCloud

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frescoisnotinthemilitary · 1 month

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Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think. Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock?

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears.

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen.

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate.

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is.

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.”

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.”

Oh my god, he really is shy.

“For here, or to go?”

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies.

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign.

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross.

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine.

“König,” he answers.

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer.

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.”

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think.

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now.

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.”

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy.

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.”

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time.

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him.

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off.

“Would I what, der Nachtisch [sweets, dessert]?”

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt.

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you.

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why.

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner.

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you.

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].”

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.”

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

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the-austrian-candidate · 2 months

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Hetalia Food Headcanons

Am I channelling myself in those posts?

Yes, I am.

Am I ashamed of it?

Not in the slightest.

Germany: Ludwig, in my mind, is trying to do right by the environment, so he is as less waste as possible, all seasonal food, tap water kind of guy. He is also trying to eat less meat—not fully vegetarian, but maybe one day. His kitchen is pristinely clean and always well stocked; he does groceries with a list. Lutz cooks, sometimes nothing elaborate, just simple dishes, lots of Italian food. (I am repeating myself, but I think Feliciano does impact Ludwig's life immensely in those tiny, little things, like fresh basil on the parapet.). He has a sweet tooth and bakes all those things from the internet, like sweet potato brownies. A long time ago, Roderich taught him the joy of baking, and it stayed with him. The beverages of choice are coffee, milk, and suger (Prussia and Austria are judging) and Kölsch, a type of beer from Cologne, Germany; he grew to like it when his capital was in Bonn, which is not so far away from Cologne.

Prussia: Gilbert is rather helpless in the kitchen; he used to always have someone to cook for him; only when he became Eastern Germany he was forced to prepare food for himself. He basically could live on sandwitches, but nowadays he actually tries with those meal prep kits. He is not yet a master, but he is getting there. Gilbert is also very tidy; dishes are always washed, but he does groceries when he does groceries (which means when the fridge is practically empty, there are just a few bottles of beer still in it), and mostly he orders on the internet. He likes the German kitchen but is also quite adventurous and will try almost everything. His weaknesses are all kinds of Haribo, even liquorice. Prussia also enjoys Ludwig's cooking and Roderich's baking. He won't contribute if he doesn't have to. He eats out a lot.

Austria: He is the messy one. Roderich, similar to Gilbert, used to have cooks and maids. A long time ago, when he started baking, it was on a whim, just a little hobby with tasty results. He was forced to take care of himself after the Great War. It wasn't easy, but he managed. He likes complicated recipes involving many ingredients. He is easily distracted, which is not helping with 10 dirty pots. And he does not follow whatever is written; he sort of plays around with the recipe with sometimes strange results. He is also the one with an irregular meal-eating schedule. Germany and Prussia are rather predictable; you know, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a few snacks. Rod? Sometimes it is five meals per day, sometimes it is coffee, and when Gilbert arrives, he forces Roderich to eat because he simply forgot. Also, Gilbert would do the dishes, as the kitchen usually looks worse than a battlefield, especially if Roderich stress-bakes. And he does a lot, which results in copious amounts of delicious cakes and muffins. Austria likes grocery shopping; nope, he is not following the list. He makes it and then does whatever he wants.

#hws austria #aph austria #roderich edelstein #aph prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #aph germany #hws germany #ludwig beilschmidt #hetalia headcanons #hetalia #food

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝒊𝒊. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — allusions to violence, mention of rape, no smut

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope I'm not going to fast...reblog, follow and comment ! I hope everyone likes it!

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

The police couldn’t help you, they said unless you had a picture of him or any other proof it would be a charge against a unkown person and most of the time the charges would be dropped.

Now after the disappointment you were even more careful, installed cameras and secruity alarms. It might only be a little and maybe not enough, but you would do everything to make yourself feel save.

You told Wanda about your problem, and she looked at you with a certain look. She told you to talk to Andy and Lloyd, but this was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ve got Alf, he’s trained and will bite the man’s dick off,” you shrugged while making a cup of tea, Wanda rolled her eyes in response. She loved Alf but Andy and Lloyd were more feared than the German Shepherd-Golden Retriever mix.

The red head shook her head and went back to her work but not before reminding you of something, “oh, by the way it’s Wednesday.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around to Wanda who was vanished causing you to groan and a glance at the clock showed you that it was five minutes until 4 pm. With a little sigh you sat down on the stool behind the counter.

Exactly five minutes later the door opened, and the two men entered, Andy with a smile and Lloyd with a smirk. “Hello, sunshine,” “hello, darlin’,” they greeted you and sat down in their regular booth.

Taking your paper and pen you walked over to them, “hello, what can I get you?” Lloyd opened his mouth but was stopped by your phone rining, you quickly took your phone out and saw your dog sitter calling, “sorry,” you quickly apologized and turned around stepping away a moment.

“Sarah?” you questioned, concern heavy in your tone. “I gotta go, my mom she had an accident and I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do,” she cried into your ear.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay! Go to your mom and bring Alf here, don’t worry,” you tried to assure her as she continued crying, your heart ached for her. “Okay, I-I will bring-bring Alf over,” she hickuped between sobs.

She muttered a broken goodbye and hung up, you gave a shaky breath before getting back to the two mob bosses.

“Again, sorry, I- we had a little incident. Just uh give me your orders and, yeah,” you mumbled distracted, clicking your pen anxiously.

Andy and Lloyd looked at each other, both concerned. Lloyd gave Andy a nod, it was a silent understanding to find out if everything was okay and if they could help you. Andy took notice on the way you were clicking your pen.

Gently he laid a hand over yours to stop you from clicking the pen, your head shot up meeting his blue eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked with a soft tone. You weren’t sure what to say, “nothing, everything’s okay,” you pressed out, “just order,” you demanded, pulling your hand away from Andy.

“We’ll take two cappuccinos, one blueberry muffin and a slice of pineapple cake,” Andy said and laid down the menu, he still couldn’t shake the feeling off and a look to Lloyd revealed that his thoughts weren’t any different from Andy.

“You got it,” you mumbled taking off to the make their order, Sarah didn’t leave your mind. She would come in any second and you had no idea what to with Alf, he loved to meet new people and was good judge of character. He might not be able to sit still.

Just then a loud bark echoed through the café, quickly you turned towards the door where you saw Sarah and Alf.

The moment Alf spotted you and teared himself from his leash to run towards you. Kneeling down you welcomed him into his arms, hugging him tight before setting him behind the counter.

“Sarah, don’t worry, you can and I will transfer you the money. Go be with your mom,” you told her and hugged her too. She nodded and squeezed you tight with a thank you, then she practically run out of the café.

Meanwhile Alf had moved from his place and skipped over to Lloyd who was taken back when the dog jumped up on the seat. The black dog nudged his nose against Lloyd’s arm who looked at Andy for help, he just shrugged with a smile.

Slowly his hand came up to pet Alf who enjoyed his attention, “did you know she had a dog?” Lloyd whisper-yelled at his partner and leaned his head towards him.

Alf seemed to understand him and followed after him, his rough tongue licking a long strip along his face. Lloyd’s face fell at the realization and Andy tried hard to keep his laugh in, slowly Lloyd turned his head to Alf who panted heavily.

Not even a second later Alf repeated his action, this time Andy couldn’t hold in his laugh.

That laugh snapped you from your moment and made you turn around in an instant. Your gaze found the booth of Lloyd and Andy with…Alf? What was he doing with them?

You walked over to them with a confused expression, Alf wiggled his tail happily, “hello there Alfi,” you greeted your dog with a smile. Then moved your head up to face the men, “what exactly are you doing with my dog?” your eyes squinted together.

“He licked my face!” Lloyd exclaimed, you raised a brow at his words, “he does that to people he likes, asshole.” Alf barked and you giggled, “you’re right, that fits,” scratching his head as you agreed with him.

Lloyd was confused and took a little offense, “wait, what did he say?,” “gotta get your order sorry,” you told him and walked away with Alf.

Andy watched the whole thing with an amused grin, Alf was the cutest dog he’s ever met and even from little he saw he knew that your bond was special. The brunette also liked that the black dog liked Lloyd and the man didn’t even make rude comment, he seemed to like Alf.

“You really wanted to meet them huh?” you asked him with a smile while scratching his head, Alf nudged his nose against your making you giggle.

“Well given that you are here now, you can’t just be lazy here,” you lifted your finger and acted like a parent teaching their kid something. “You will wear this and help Wands and me,” you bound an apron around him that was specifically made for him.

It wasn’t too tight around his neck and torso, also not too long so that would step on it while he was running or walking around.

“You look fabulous,” Wanda praised Alf as she walked by, a huge smile on her lips. She loved Alf and often gave him treats behind your back, well you knew but she believed you didn’t and let her in the belief.

Alf wiggled his tail and trailed after Wanda, already knowing what she would do. Wanda looked at you with her sweet smile, trying to hide her next action.

You mirrored her smile and finished the mob bosses order, acting as if you didn’t catch on.

“Here you go,” you mumbled as you put down the food and drinks. “Thank you, sunshine, so I see you gotta dog?” Lloyd asked as he leaned back in the booth.

“Oh, you noticed that?” you said with sarcasm dripping from your voice. “I’ve never seen a breed like him, is he a mix and how did you come to the name Alf?” Lloyd seemed genuinely interested and even if you would try to deny it, he was actually interested.

Lloyd wasn’t fond of pets, especially dogs however something about this black dog was special. Aside from the fact that it was your dog he really wanted to form a bond with Alf.

“Yeah, he’s a mix of German Shepherd and Golden Retriever, well the name it just came to me you know? I remember when I met him for the first time…I just looked at him and thought of the name Alf, then he instantly came running up to me with his little fluffy legs,” you grinned and had a happy glint in your eyes as you thought back to said day.

Andy’s eyes were glowing, he loved the passion in your eyes and voice. He himself never had a pet but always wanted one since he was a young boy, now in his job it was difficult given he didn’t have time.

Maybe if you ever gave them a chance, he could experience what it’s like to have a pet, a dog. However Andy wanted to be with you before knowing you had a dog meaning this was just plus point.

“I see you still need cutlery, Alf?” you raised you voice, and Alf came skipping over to you a little basket in his mouth.

Alf held the basket over to Andy first who took a little fork and spoon, “thank you, buddy,” Andy scratched Alf’s head in a thanking gesture. Next Alf walked to Lloyd who took a little spun, “thank you, blacks,” Lloyd thanked him too and caressed his fluffy ears.

“Oh, you two already have nicknames for him huh?” you teased them with a smirk, no one could resist Alf not even the two scary mob bosses.

“You two can be glad he likes you, the last man interested in me left with a bite mark…and not from me,” you tossed over your shoulder before leaving with Alf to tend to the customers.

“She was nice!” Lloyd exclaimed excited, Andy nodded along with a smile, “she was and the passion in her voice…,” he agreed with a dreamy sigh.

You lead Alf back into the kitchen and closed the door before cuddling him excitingly with a huge grin, “you like them, you like them,” you kissed his furry head over and over again. It was rare for Alf to like any men that came into your life.

The only ones he had so far accepted were your dad, Bucky and Sam your two neighbours who were gay which could be a reason given they wouldn’t hit on you. Although you could swear you once saw them with a girl in their bedroom and you also had to admit you were a little jealous.

Unkown to you Wanda had entered the kitchen and saw your reaction, she knew she was right.

“Well, well, look at this…,” she teased you, making her presence known to you. A little squeak came past your lips, “woman! You can’t scare us like that,” you complained.

“Admit it and accept the date,” Wanda demanded, she always did this. She didn’t leave any room for arguments and her voice held power, she looked at you with eyes that bore deep into your soul.

One look at Alf showed you that Wanda might be right, but that didn’t mean that you would give them what they wanted right away.

“Fine, but if the date is shit-,” “my beautiful, stupid bestfriend, those two men come here every Wednesday for the past one and a half year which are like 72 Wednesday – not counting the ones on which we’re closed. You really want to tell me it would be a shit date? And please they’re gonna worship you.”

Her speech hit something in you, you hated it when she was right and for her calculation, but you wondered if she was right.

“Go out there and get you men,” were her last words before she left the kitchen.

Your gaze met Alf’s who wiggled with his tail, “well then let’s see,” you muttered and walked with him out of the kitchen.

With a tray you went over to the two men who seemingly just finished their muffin and cake, “did you enjoy it?” you asked them while putting the plates on the tray. “Tasted amazing sunshine, just like you I’m sure…, why don’t we find that out on a date?” Lloyd winked at you with a smirk.

There it was, Lloyd usual, stupid pick-up line. You hated those pick-up lines, it made your scrunch up your nose in annoyance.

“That’s disgusting, can’t think of anything better?” you questioned with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow, “also how come only you’re asking me huh?” you genuinely wondered that.

Andy had only asked a handful of times and then Lloyd took over. At the beginning you refused because you didn’t want them, but then over time half the reason was Lloyd stupid’s pick-up line.

“Well, Lloyd thinks if I ask you then the chance that you will say yes is a lot higher, he also wants to be the first one to win you over,” Andy explained. It was easy for Andy to say sweet and meaningful things, they came naturally to him when he thought or talked to a person that meant a lot to him.

For Lloyd on the other hand it was more difficult, day and day he tried to think of something that would sweep you of your feet, but the moment he saw you everything became blank.

The moment they walked out of the café, he would kick himself for the stupid line he gave you. Then Andy would try to cheer him up and try make him see that one day he would say the perfect words.

“Maybe he-,” your words were cut off by a phone ringing, a phone which belonged to Andy. He looked at you apologetic and answered the call, “yes? God, do you know what your job is? If you did then you would know how to do your fucking job,” Andy’s voice got louder, and something changed in your body.

Alf barked when he heard Andy swear and Wanda gave you the swear char over the counter which you held over to Lloyd.

“That’s five bucks, we don’t swear here,” you told him with a little grin. Lloyd raised his eyebrows and pulled out his wallet, opening it. His wallet was filled with hundreds which had your eyes widen.

He put in a hundred dollars, “what, no, no, Lloyd you can’t put a hundred in that char,” you tried stopping him, but he laid his hand on yours, “don’t worry about it sunshine,” “thank you,” you responded with warm cheeks, “food and coffee is on the house jerk,” you added and turned around to put the char back.

“Hansen, we gotta go,” Andy said as he hang up the phone, “I’m sorry darlin’, wish we could stay a little longer,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Goodbye, sunshine,” Lloyd added and kissed your cheek. Both actions had your cheeks burning. Never before had Lloyd kissed your cheek, kissed your knuckles yes but, no, never the cheek.

The mob bosses left the café and within a second Wanda was at your side with a wide grin, “When’s the date?” To your surprise sadness ran through your body, “I was about to do something…but then they left,” you explained a little lost in your thoughts.

“I’m sorry…, they will be back next week though,” she tried to cheer you up, which didn’t work out all too well.

Outside Lloyd and Andy were driving towards their restaurant, “I kissed her cheek, Andy! Do you think I’m on a good way?” Lloyd asked his partner who smiled proudly, “you are on a good way, and I think she might be about to say yes…,” he trailed off while resting his elbow against the window.

“I just, she’s the first woman I really like, and I know you like her too, but for you it’s easy…you know what you’re doing,” the man opened his heart, it wasn’t very common however when he felt save with someone it was a lot easier.

“It’s okay, we are working on it, and I think she could be the right one for us, yes even you. She puts you in your place and you’re listening to her,” Andy chuckled lightly, and Lloyd joined knowing he was right.

Even he knew that he was an asshole and a difficult person, besides Andy there weren’t many people who liked him and could tolerate him. Maybe there was really only Andy who could…he didn’t know.

This was another point, he couldn’t place his own feelings, nor could he understand the feelings of others. Lloyd was able to see if someone didn’t like him, but if someone was nice? He thought they were planning something, he didn’t trust anyone except Andy.

When it came to his own feelings it was even harder, he knew when he hated someone, despised them, but when he liked them? All he knew was that he wanted to worship the ground you walked on every second of the day, he wanted to lay in bed with you and have you cuddle him until the morrow.

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Meanwhile you had clocked out and walked home with Alf. The events of today constantly replaying in your head.

Them quickly leaving made you rethink the decision of accepting the date, well you didn’t accept it you kind of rejected it. However, you were about to say something that would maybe let the date happen.

Of course, they would come back next week…right? Or maybe thought about and were tired of trying and now they wouldn’t come back, meaning you destroyed every chance because you weren’t in the clear about your own feelings.

Okay, take a deep breath. Everything was growing over your head, you needed a breather.

Putting Alf on his leash, he nudged your nose. It was like his own superpower, knowing when you were distressed and trying to calm you down.

With a thankful smile you hugged him, “thank you, it was just all too much for a moment. I mean look last week I was already not sure and today…you liked them, do you have any idea how much that means to me? For years you prevented me from bad people, you protected me. Does this mean they’re save?”

Alf answerd you with a bark which had you giggling, “good, then let’s go,” you said and opened the door for him

This time you walked a different route than normal, you wanted to test if the man would show up again – you also left at a different time.

Still, it was already dark, but you walked on a busier street which had lanterns and a restaurant, shops which were closed and bars. You felt a little safer here.

It took exactly five minutes for you to turn around again as a feeling was bugging you and he was there, the man was behind you again. Panic spread in your body and you picked up your pace, deciding to go into the first restaurant your eyes saw.

The woman at the entrance greeted you with a smile which fell when she saw Alf, “I’m sorry miss, we don’t allow pets here. You might-,” “please help me, there is a man, he’s following me!” you exclaimed.

She looked behind you and saw someone standing outside with his back to the restaurant, “that one?” she discreetly pointed at said men to which you nodded.

“Right this way,” she said and made a gesture to follow her and unknown to you gave a waitress a nod to the glass doors. She lead you into the back, it gave you a chance to briefly look around the restaurant, it looked elegant and as if only rich people ate here.

She walked up the stairs which led to a more secure area, a secret club it seemed. “My bosses can help you, I have a waitress keeping an eye on him downstairs. Don’t worry they will handle it,” she assured you with a comforting hand on your arm, “wait here, I will speak to them and then get you,” she added and vanished behind two big dark oak doors.

You stood there with Alf a little uncomfortable as you got weird looks from all the people around.

Suddenly the doors opened and your eyes widened in shook when you saw who walked out, how was this even possible? The chances were almost zero percent. Alf however jumped from your leash.

“Lloyd? Andy? What the hell?” you asked with furrowed brows while Alf already had his paws on Lloyd’s shoulders, “hey blacks,” he greeted the dog and caressed his soft ears.

“Darlin’ are you okay?” Andy asked, coming up by your side, confused you nodded your head however you couldn’t take your eyes of Alf and Lloyd. “Yeah, I just…panicked,” you said absently.

Andy followed your gaze and couldn’t hide his smirk, “they’re cute together huh?” he muttered against the shell of your ear and snapping you out of your trance.

“What? Them, no well Alf yes but not, uh Lloyd,” you tried to catch yourself without any luck.

Alf got down on his paws again and went over to greet Andy with the same excitement, “good to see you again buddy,” he smiled at the black dog and petted through his fur.

“Sunshine, why didn’t you tell us someone was following you?” Lloyd now came to you with concerned eyes. “Well I wasn’t really fond of you and it’s only been a few weeks at most, no big deal,” you tried to explain but soon realised they didn’t believe you one bit.

Lloyd gave Andy one look and immediately went down the stairs with the waitress, she showed him the man who was still standing there.

“Hey!” Lloyd made himself known to the man who looked at him lazily, “can I help you man?” the mob boss inspected the man more closely and he thought he looked familiar, but couldn’t place him yet.

“Why don’t we go inside huh? I think there is something we need to talk about,” he proposed, but left no room for the man to answer. Lloyd gripped the man’s shoulder and dragged him inside.

“Dude, really I don’t wanna talk, didn’t do a thing,” the creep tried to talk himself out, this had Lloyd chuckling, “aw pumpkin, how cute you think I care.”

They reached the upper club and Lloyd signaled two of his men to follow him into a back room.

Meanwhile Andy had sat you down on one of the cozy couches in the room, “darlin’ are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned again as he took your hand and rubbed patterns along the back of it while Alf had laid himself down on the couch next to you with his head on your lap.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, this was all too overwhelming for you, “I think I’m scared, I mean of course I am. This man has been following me for so long and I went to police, they did nothing,” you breath became quicker and your chest tightened, it became harder to breath.

“Everytime, I noticed him, I thought he was gonna rape me or stab me, kidnap me. The feeling wouldn’t go away, I didn’t know what to do and today I took a different route but he was still there and what if he, what if…,” all damns broke loose, the tears came running down your cheeks.

Andy instantly wrapped his arms around your body, hushing your and wiping the tears from your cheeks. You kept sobbing and leaned against Andy wetting his dress shirt in the process, you clinged onto him. Finally feeling save.

Alf scooted closer to you until he was almost on your lap, he nudged his nose to yours in comfort. Your arms wrapped around his body, his head laid on your shoulder.

Your breath became calmer, the tightened chest slowly getting better. Andy saw the way Alf made you feel better with his presence and petted the dogs head, he looked into the loyal eyes and whispered, “good boy.”

Slowly you lifted your head and looked at Andy, “at the café…I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say, maybe he already won me over, but…you left…,” you whispered, it felt right telling him that.

Andy was stunned you told him that, but he wondered if it was only because you just cried your soul out and were hyper emotional. He didn’t want you to feel as if he used that to make you confess.

Your hand gently touched his cheek, “can I try something?” before Andy could answer you had your lips pressed to his.

The mob bosses breath hitched, and he didn’t know what to do, your lips felt so soft and wonderful, but it was wrong at the same time. Softly he took your chin between his fingers and guided your head away.

“As much as I enjoy this…you’re not in the right state. I don’t want you to feel like we use you,” he explained and pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, for this answer he got a big face lick from Alf.

God could these men get any better? You shouldn’t give them what they want yet, but maybe it was time. How should you know? Andy was here making you feel save and Lloyd was out there talking to the creep.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx

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ruvi-muffin · 2 years

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the older i get the more i understand just how Severely white people have misundertood fruit??

Like?? Pomegranates??? Way easier to eat if you DON'T try to remove all the seeds first.

Same with mangos! Why spend all that time cutting it up and losing most of the meat when you can just squeeze it like a juice box?

JUST SO YOU CAN EAT IT W YOUR TINY FRUIT FORK ?????

A crime against fruit everywhere.

Now apples... apples we got. No complaints.

#Mmm the joy i experience at a well crafted äppelkompott #Its the same in german fun fact its apfelkompott #I was very happy when i realized thati was very happy when i realized we have a common word in kompott #Muffin rambles #Badically i bought a pomegranate bc i had cravings and i just #Im eating it like my muddle eastern friends suggested rayther than how mu dad rtaught me and im jyst like #Gods #This is way better #The mango thing i learned from a post on tumblr and ive never gone back #also the way we were taught to open banan is terribly ineficient bot on and off the tree

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fennecfiree · 3 months

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Giant list of South Park headcanons

Cartman is the tallest of the 4.

Stan is Bisexual and Demi boy

Cartman is Straight, but he IS an ally since he got Craig and Tweek together

Kyle is Bisexual

Kenny is straight and genderqueer

Butters is Bi

Kyle is the shortest out of the class.

Craig is the tallest out of the class!

Craig is also the strongest in class

Mr garrison is Genderfluid and Bi ( male pref)

Stan already has voice cracks and acne and is one of the taller kids in class, since he hit puberty early

stan also has glasses

Red reads Warrior cats

Kyle still uses TikTok, and he gets sucked into his phone very easily

Bebe and Wendy love Power Puff girls

Stan is autistic

Kevin Stoley is also autistic

.. Craig is autistic.

Rebecca has Autism and ADHD

Heidi has ADHD

Dougie has ADHD

Butters haS ADHD

Mr garrison has DID and autism

Scott Tenorman is amazing at Minecraft (lmao)

Millie Larsen has a collection of stuffed animals

Bebe is a Sanrio girl

Bradley Biggle is scared of the dark

CHUBBY KYLE!!1111

Chubby Clyde too 🤗

Bradley (From Cartman Sucks) has a cat :3

Butters makes little origami animals

Kyle was a nail-biter until he realized how gross it is

Also, the reason Kyle is chubby is because Sheila spoils him a little, although he will not admit that he's a little bit spoiled by his mom

Cartman is half-German

Thomas and Craig are still friends

Stan and Kyle watch horror movies together, Kyle is terrified, Stan isn't scared

Stan uses pet names and Kyle hates it (stan uses like honey, babe, muffin, SWEET JELLY FILLED DONUT (omori reference)

Stan is the clingy one (In stendy and style)

Kenny is still in love with Tammy

Randy is Bi and genderfluid

Sheila forced Kyle to join the school diabetes club

Clyde is scared of skibidi toilet

Pete (the goth kid) knows all the fucking fnaf lore

Craig posts a lot on Tumblr, he has 449 followers

Jenny Simons believes in ghosts, she tries to summon them every sleepover

Oh and Jenny and Lola go ghost-hunting together

Vladimir (Vamp kid) sleeps in until noon.

Sally Darson wears Hello Kitty socks

Red makes Kandi bracelets

Tricia Tucker reads cringe Wattpad fanfics

Butters loves skating

Shelley is Ase

Damien has a burn mark on their neck.

ERMMM MIGHT MAKE A PT2

OH AND IF YALL WANT TO KNOW MY HEADCANONS JUST FOR 1 CHARACTER JUST ASK "whats your headcanons for (blank) AND ILL ANSWERRR :DDD

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masterofengene · 11 months

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NAMES I THINK &TEAM WOULD CALL THEIR PARTNER

This is just what I think so- let me know if you disagree lol

KEI

Sweetie- it's so soft and kind, in his eyes you're the sweetest person ever so how could he not call you that?

My love- it's simple, you're his love. When he has to describe what love feels like he describes how you Mae him feel because you are his love

Fuma

Baby- it's not unique but it's what he calls you. He isnt really big on petnames *cough* outside of the bedroom.

Clumsy- it's not his fault. It just stuck. When you had first met you somehow managed to trip over air and well...the name stuck.

Nicholas

Sugar- this is the only English pet name he will call you but in his mind it's the sweetest thing he could call you.

Amor- he does so unironically. Do you speak Spanish? NO. Does he speak spanish? Absolutely not. Is that gonna stop him? No. It rolls off the tongue nicely in his opinion.

Beautiful, pretty, gorgeous- pretty much any of those variations because in his mind it should be obvious who he is talking to because CLEARLY you are the prettiest in the room

Jagiya/jagi- it was one of the first things he taught you in korean (if you didn't already know it) He wanted to be able to show his appreciation for you in his native tongue so it caught om quickly

Yuma

Probably something relating to an inside joke between you guys. Something only you two would be able to understand.

Cutie pie- it's sickenly sweet and he does want you to know that you are one of the most important things to him

Your name- but in a...loving way. A jo way. He would say your name in the sweetest tone with this look in his eye that let's everyone know he is completely infatuated with him.

Cupcake- he loves food, and he particularly has a sweet tooth, so he sort of combined the two and came up with cupcake.

Harua

Baby- it's a classic. He calls you that more than your actual name. Actually he has never called you by name since you made it official.

Honey- you're his honey plain and simple. A natural remedy to all his problems

Taki

He uses literally anything as a petname. In his mind if it has a positive vibe to it, he can associate it with you "love muffin. Pretty circle." Yeah

An endearing term in japanese

Maki

Prince/ess- he wants you to know that he always thinks about you in the highest way possible so of course he would relate you to royalty.

A Disney character that you relate to

Liebe- "love" in german

#&team scenarios #&team #&team jo #&team maki #&team taki #&team fluff #&team harua #&team imagines

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weaper-reaper · 1 year

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Eventuality Pt.3+4

1, 2, 5, 6

As always crossposted on Ao3 @WeaperReaper. It gets updated first so check that out.

DAY after DAY, CHAPTER after CHAPTER,

I promised to feed my bbgirls and I’m doing so on a

SILVER PLATTER

Eat up kids.

NSFW UNDER CUT // MINORS DNI

CW: fluff, medical inaccuracies, German translation inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, you get the point, NSFW: smut, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, rutting, dirty talk, etc, not too bad but you’ll find out. WC~7.7k

Since then the rest of the week went by relatively uneventful. I fell into an easy daily pattern. Wake up, shower, entertain whatever morning challenge Soap set for himself and the troops, then lock myself in the infirmary until the sun set. Sunday rolled around and I found myself carrying a tray of food back into the sterile and cold room. Outside, the days grew hot, but I dressed in thick clothes daily because of how chilled the makeshift office was kept. Thankfully, whatever help they had before me did a decent job of keeping medical records for most of the soldiers. So after a few quick emails between myself and KORTAC command, I was able to round up everyone’s history, some only dating back a few years.

There were a handful of documents that continued to stay missing. Most of Soap and Price’s history had been erased, and there was nothing on Ghost. I hadn’t even gotten a hint as to his real name, same went for Konig.

My stomach did flips as his name crossed my mind.

Konig had made it a habit to visit everyday at the end of my shift- or whenever it was when I finished paperwork for that day. He’d see me at the door and make an excuse to walk me back to the sleeping quarters. It was quite most of the time, that seemed to always be the case with him. He’d ask me how my day went, and then never really elaborated on his.

I didn’t mind though, after the buzzing and beeping that rang through my ears all day I appreciated his gentle calm.

I settled at the desk in the back, tray clacking loudly against the steel top, and chair speaking just as annoyingly underneath me. I was proud of myself for catching up so quickly though, I had practically everyones name, face, and blood type memorized.

I was in the middle of shoving a banana muffin in my face when someone knocked on the open door. It was Soap, in full gear.

“Dressed up for me?” I teased and eyed him up and down.

He was equipped to the T, rifle strapped across his chest with matching mags tied into his vest. The black shirt he wore under it was almost too tight for him, and his biceps bulged under the thin fabric. My face heated.

“Only so you’d notice me.” He sauntered over to where I sat and grazed his fingers over my tray of food, I swatted his hands away. His close presence not doing any favors with my growing blush.

“Get your own food, Mctavish.”

“I did, yours looks better.”

I scoffed and two pairs of boots echoed loudly down the hall, approaching the room. I reeled quickly away when Price and Konig entered, I didn’t miss Konig eyeing our sudden distance, as if it were not far enough. I cleared my throat and addressed the both of them.

“Well aren’t I just popular today,” I stood and inched closer to the men at the door, letting the cots act as a barrier between us all.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Captain?”

They were both dressed similarly to Soap, boots strapped up tight and guns loaded. Price had his flimsy hat on again like he did the first day. His facial hair had grown significantly since then.

“Someone didn’t get the message, eh?” He mumbled, eyeing my form. I glanced down at what I was wearing. It was the usual, black fitted crew neck with matching cargo pants, my only pair of boots and medic jacket hung on the hook by the desk.

“What message?” I asked.

“We’re shipping out, Nurse.”

My eyes widened, a mission?

And they wanted to bring me?

I rushed over to my duffle bag packed with all the necessary medical supplies and onced it over. Thankfully it was still pretty much stocked.

“Have you checked out anything from the armory yet?” Soap approached behind me and handed me my jacket. I threw it on and slung the bag over my shoulder.

“Well it can’t be that dangerous can it? For you to want to bring your only licensed medical help?”

“We’re just gathering intel,” Price began, leading us four from the room. Soap joined his side and I followed behind them in stride as they briefed me. Konig fell into step beside me, quiet as usual, but his eyes never left me.

“Given what happened last time, figured it’d be better to just bring you along.” He continued.

“You thought right, sir. Another ambush isn’t going to do anyone any favors.”

“Right you are Nurse.”

Konig handed me a handgun, it was snapped shut in a black leather holster. They moved quickly. In the next handful of minutes we were loaded up in the back of a Jeep. Price drove and Soap sat passenger, Konig and I behind him. He had a laptop opened on his lap- a map of the dunes and some other information scrambled off to the side. He slid a gloved hand over the keys and shifted the monitor so I could watch.

It was a silent drive, Soap and Price held most of the conversation. I put in a good word or two when addressed but other then that just watched as Konig typed things into the laptop.

He pulled a photo up after a while.

“This man, we are looking for him.” He stated, and I realized only then how much I missed his warm accent. Soap and Price continued their conversation up front, and Konig spoke in a soft way.

“He’s ratted up in a building near us, we don’t normally take jobs like this but..” he trailed off.

Soap finished his sentence , “He might have information on another case we’re working on.”

“So it’s our job to find out what he’s up to, and bring him back to base for questioning.”

“Is that really the best tactic?” I questioned, the sun began to set, and the desert quickly grew cold. I shivered beneath my jacket and I swear Konig schootched just that bit closer, our thighs brushing together ever so slightly.

“I mean if he’s associated with the one’s who set an ambush up a week ago, who’s to say you’re not walking into a trap?”

Price chuckled from his seat and glanced back at me through the rear view mirror, then turned to Soap. “Told ya she’s a clever one.” Soap said lowly. Konig nodded in agreement.

“Ghost went ahead of us,” he continued, Scottish accent thick with witheld emotion. Was he worried for him?

I mumbled a small ‘good’. Having a scout sent out before was what’s clever.

These men, besides their cool exterior, were soldier through and through. The mission and end goal is the first thing on their mind. I blamed the shiver that ran up my spine on the cold. I could never do what they do, this S.A.S. All of my training went to healing, the though of bringing a man back- regardless of what he might be affiliated with- in a plan to torture information out of him..

Konig’s gloved hand pulled me from my head when he put it on my knee. I turned to look at him but he was looking away, out the window to his other side. He was different tonight, This the only crack in the facade he played. With me, he’d only been gentle and kind. But tonight out on a mission for the first time together, would I be afraid of what I’d see?

I placed my cold hand on top of where his lay, a gesture of comfort maybe, or a promise that whatever happened he’d still be there- underneath the fear enticing mask.

I swallowed hard.

Some hours later Price pulled up behind a crumbling building and threw us into park. The sun had far from set, but the moon was bright and full. It illuminated our surrounding area clearly. Something I was glad for, but the others didn’t share.

“We’re too exposed out here.” Soap complained. The place looked dead to me, however.

“Ghost, how copy?” He thumbed at the radio strapped to his vest.

There must have been some reply because he gave a thumbs up to price, and headed off into a seemingly random direction, slouching his way between the clay building and a wall- disappearing behind some shadows.

Price turned to us and Konig pulled a long thin sniper case from the back of the Jeep. I hadn't even noticed it before. There were black sharpie scribbles on one top, phrases in German and little doodles in another corner. My lips twitched up.

“You’ll keep watch with Konig, should anything happen- I’m looking to you Nurse.” Price laid heavily on me. Any smile I might have had faded, a seriousness settling over us.

“The two of you are my eyes, if everything goes according to plan- you’ll never see Soap or Ghost until we regroup. Konig has the safe houses, don’t leave his sight.”

‘Don’t leave his sight.’ He said it like a command, and it probably was. Though I didn’t make any plans to go wandering out on my own anyway. I turned to Konig and he was already staring down at me. The moon was bright behind him, and cast his face into one giant shadow, eyes dark, it was a scary sight to be on the wrong side of.

They shared a nod and Price jumped back into the Jeep, leaving us in his trail of dust after a moment.

“Let’s get set up.” Konig grabbed the handle of the case and turned to climb a flight of stairs. When we got to the top of the building, the other surrounding houses were clearly outlined by the moon. Lights were on in a handful of them just down the way that I hadn’t noticed before. Konig found a comfortable spot on the ledge and pulled out his rifle, snapping some pieces at the end together. He fell into a crouch and I joined him at his side, setting my bag underneath me to act as a seat. The ledge went just up to my shoulders, and Konig easily set up his scope utop it, always the perfect height.

It was dead silent for a few minutes, until he set his radio infront of me. He turned it down so low that only a faint static could be heard if you strained to hear it. His thumb reached over me to press the PTT on the side.

“In position, eyes on you Cap.” He eyed through his optic and shifted the nose of his rifle to follow where the Jeep Price drove could be see. If it weren’t for the dust and sand it kicked up, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Just a tiny black dot far out in the dunes.

“Copy. Stand by.” Price’s voice was muffled a little over the radio. It wasn’t really my place to ask questions about the mission, though that didn’t stop loads from firing out of every crevice of my brain.

Konig sighed to my right and I realized the bouncing of my leg was probably bothering him. I couldn’t help but be nervous, so I mumbled a silent apology.

“It’s okay.” He said quietly, eyes still looking through the scope, “I also have trouble sitting still.” He huffed a little, like there was some private joke for him.

I stilled my legs and instead focused on watching him closely. I hadn’t been this near his face before, since he first came to me at least. The cut on his jaw I cleaned before should be fairly healed by now, if he didn’t mess it it too much. My fingers itched to lift his mask to check it myself.

“Maus..” He drew out faintly after a while. My chest fluttered and he kept his body facing forward. “I can feel you staring.”

My voice caught in my throat and I couldn’t even apologize in response, I shifted to get up when his hand shot out and caught my elbow.

“No, it is alright just-“ he nudged me a little closer to him, “talk to me at least, your voice” he turned his head to look at me and our eyes met. The moon and clear sky reflected out of them, “It calms me.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, nodding. “Okay uhm.” I racked my brain.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, switching over to eye the buildings instead. I prayed everything went smoothly.

“Anything. You.”

“Me?”

He nodded.

“I’m not that interesting I’m afraid.”

“You’re wrong.” He countered and turned to glance at me once more. His eyes settled on my breast pocket.

“Who is that photo of?” He asked, turning his attention back through his scope.

I was a little astonished.

“How do you know I have a photo?”

I could hear him laugh under his breath, the fabric covering his face shifted with the movement and I could feel my face heat up all over again.

“So you don’t deny it.”

I scoffed and turned away, looking anywhere but his direction. He was always watching me, so of course he probably noticed it a couple nights. It’s not like I tried to make a secret of it, sometimes if the day was rough I had a habit of pulling it out and thumbing over it a few times until I calmed down again. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already knew what was on it.

“It’s of my dad.”

“I’m sorry.” He said without missing a beat, immediately cursing at himself in German.

How did he-“You knew already.”

It was impossible to read his expression, especially when faced away from me, but I could hear the sheepishness in his voice when he answered me.

“I asked Price.” Was his reply.

I hummed.

“He told me about him.. and you. He was a war hero right?”

I hummed again and absentmindedly graced my fingers over the pocket his photo stayed zipped up tight behind.

“You’re awfully curious about me.” I tried to change the subject.

He shrugged.

“Enough to ask price about it.” I pushed.

“I want to get to know you, Maus.” The nervousness that sat in my chest from before immediately dropped into butterflies in my stomach, and I had to remind myself that we’re out here in this blistering cold on a mission. This wasn’t a tailgate party where I could fraternize with my coworkers.

I cleared my throat and let some moments pass between us silently. He continued to stay focused on his rifle, shifting if only to get more comfortable and not stiff out his hands. The radio buzzed between us, it was Soaps voice.

“Target located, extraction a-go.”

I let myself relax a bit, he seemed to be doing well at least. We hadn’t heard anything from Price yet, but I didn’t doubt he was in good shape too. Ghost I was the least worried about, if there was ever a man who could handle his own- it was him.

Konig sighed and shifted his weight again, leaning over me to palm the radio.

“Copy, all clear.”

Just then the roar of an engine bounced over the walls surrounding us. It wasn’t clear where the sound originated, but the both of us stilled to listen. Konig clicked off the radio and clipped it back onto his belt.

I moved into a crouch and slung my kit over my shoulders, ready to move given the signal.

Voices echoed underneath us, a handful of men talked in a language I couldn’t understand and Konig wasted no time in readjusting his rifle to carry. He grabbed onto my upper arm and led me quickly back down the stairs, I had to do my best not to trip and fall on top of him. His long legs made him able to move quicker than I could. We neared the bottom of the staircase when a light flashed through one of the windows, Konig pushed me against the adjacent wall and we stood as still as statues, I didn’t dare let myself even breath.

After a moment, when the flash moved he motioned to a door slightly off its hinges. I nodded and we moved over to it, swiftly slipping inside. It was cramped and Konig pulled the door shut tight behind him, his towering form covering my back completely. He had one hand on the doorknob, and the other glove palmed the wall in front of me, his arm resting over my shoulder- fingers directly in my line of sight.

We were shoved so closely together that I could feel his heart beat against his chest, or maybe it was mine. I tried to pull away slightly, but my foot caught on the uneven floorboards, Konigs hand cupped over my mouth before I could let out any noise, effectively pulling me back into him so that I rested on his chest. My breathing quickened, and he let his hand stay over my face, but loosened it slightly so that I could breathe.

We could hear the men from outside wander in. Two of them from the sounds of it. They chattered back and forward between each other as they scoped through the worn house.

Were they patrol? Wouldn’t ghost had let us know if he noticed any guards wandering around the buildings were were at?

The adrenaline coursed through me veins and made me more frustrated at him then I probably should’ve been. There was a reason he didn’t know, or didn’t tell us.

Footsteps approached our position and I held my breath, refusing to move even an inch.

Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up.

If I made a noise then it wasn’t just my life on the line, but Konig’s too. So I held my ground, my hand wrapped around his wrist holding on as tightly as I could.

Just as the footsteps got closer brakes squealed outside. Yelling ensued and the men ran back outside towards all the commotion. I let a breath escape me and loosened my grip on Konigs arm. He remained still, even as we heard the men load back up into their vehicles and leave. A few moments passed and my own anxiety died down, it was quickly growing hot in this cramped space.

I wiggled a bit and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, Konigs breath hitched behind me and i stilled. Did he hear something I didn’t? I waited a moment more. His gear began to dig into my back and the position we were in made me grow uncomfortable.

Practically all my weight was tossed back onto him, crushed between me and the wall I’m sure he wasn’t in the best position either.

I attempted to move again, and his hand fell from my mouth across the front of my shoulders, pulling me tighter into him.

“Konig..” I whispered, afraid maybe there was someone still lurking around outside.

“Little maus..” his voice sounded strained, and I made a weak motion to pry his arm from my chest and turn to face him. The majority of his mass covered the door anyway, so I couldn’t really escape even if I wanted to. His grip tightened again, preventing me from moving, and my kit fell from my arm, landing in the remaining space in front of me with a soft thud.

“Please, don’t move.”

I obeyed and grew still in his arms again, trying to relax my body against his so my muscles didn’t ache from all the tension. I could feel the edge of his holster strap press against my lower rib, and his mask hung over my hair, shifting only when I moved. We stayed as we were and I listened for any movement I might have missed outside, but after a couple minutes like this, there was nothing.

I shifted again, and he groaned behind me.

Then I noticed it.

Something else pressed up into my lower back, I stopped immediately and swallowed thickly.

“Konig.. is that-“

“I’m sorry.” He responded, his grip on me never failing to loosen. As if the moment he moved the string would snap and everything would fall apart.

I was going to ask if it was a knife, or another handgun he had tucked and hidden away, but the conviction in his voice made me blush redder than any burn the sun could give me.

I cleared my throat and put on my doctor voice, “It’s okay.” I began and his tension slipped if not just slightly.

I made my final move to turn to face him, met with some resistance at first but ultimately he allowed me to move.

“No I’m-“ he voiced unevenly, unsure about the entire predicament probably. My heart raced in my chest as I turned us so we were flush against each other. One of his arms remained wrapped around my back gently, the other keeping a death grip on the doorknob. Practically welding us shut in this room.

I tried to glance up to his face, but the small closet left me no room to. I’m sure his eyes were glued shut anyway. I let my hands circle around his middle, and rested my head on his chest- the strap of his gun dug into my cheek but I didn’t really mind. His entire warmth enveloped me.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, I could feel his mask shift above me as he talked.

“Shh.” I said and let my body weight press against him.

“Try to relax, Konig.”

It took another minute or so, but eventually both his arms came to rest over my back, and his chin lowered to sit on my head. We cuddled like this for what felt like hours, my feet grew sore from standing, but thankfully Konig took most of my weight.

After a while my body grew numb, and any intruding poking and prodding died down too. Reluctantly I slowly pulled back, supporting my entire body weight back onto my own two feet. Konig sighed but let me pull away, and I felt incredibly colder outside of his arms.

I wanted to say something, anything that would help ease the tension that stood between us, but words were lost on me. He also said nothing as he reached for the doorknob, there was a moment when his eyes tipped over to me, and I thought he would say something, but he instead shoved the door open. The entire thing practically crumbled under his force. We spilled out into the hallway and I took a second to steady myself. Konig went back up to the roof to retrieve his case, and I made my way outside cautiously.

Tire tracks sat heavy in the sand, and trailed off behind the building towards where the lights I saw earlier were. I heard as he approached my side, silently. He ticked the radio back on and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Prices voice rumbled back over the static and instructed us to meet him at the nearest regroup location.

Without a glance back at me he started off in one direction, opposite of where Soap and Price had disappeared before. I followed the path he set, and a new feeling of uneasyness found it’s way back to sit heavy in my stomach. Being given the cold shoulder didn’t feel good, suddenly I regretted any of my actions.

I chewed on my lip, should I say something?

I hesitated, “Where-“

“Safehouse.” Konig replied, without missing a beat. As if he already knew the question I was going to ask. I nodded to myself and kept my head down, watching only his boots and my own feet following them. The strap of my bag digging into my shoulder.

About three miles later we arrived at an old warehouse. There was a gap in the chain fencing that we both squeezed through, my smaller frame a lot easier then Konigs. He unlatched the side door and it creaked open in front of us.

The ceilings were high, and a loft sat overlooking the main area. A couple smaller rooms were boxed off to the right, probably offices at some point. The rest of the space was empty, save for a table that sat directly in the middle. A map and some other random papers littered on top of it. The place looked like it hadn’t seen the presence of anything in years. Sand and dust filled in through the cracks in the windows and left piles of the stuff below the frames.

We were the first ones here.

Konig climbed the steps as if he’d been here a hundred times. I followed him up and he settled on a torn red couch, unloading his heavier equipment and tossing his case onto the ground. I dropped onto my duffel bag and watched as he worked.

His fingers were long and easily disassembled his rifle into three large chunks. He placed them back into his case and latched it back up, finally taking a moment to look over at me.

He spoke first.

“Are you alright?”

If I wasn’t exhausted from the hike in the dunes, and muscles tense from our earlier encounter I probably would’ve had half a mind to give him some attitude. But I was tired, and he was my comfort.

“No.” I choked out.

He immediately rose and it took him two strides to reach me, arms returning around my frame and enveloping me completely. I let a huff of frustration escape me.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Maus.” I fisted at his vest, pushing my head into where his neck met his chest. His kneeling position made him the perfect size for me to ball up into.

“I’m tired, Konig. I’m not fit for this.”

His large hand smoothed my hair back and the movement instantly calmed me. I sighed heavily against him and pushed myself off.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, “It’s fine- I’m fine.”

His eyes searched mine, and he kept his arms lazily looped behind my back. I was looking down at him slightly from this angle. Though there wasn’t much light in the space, I could read the contours of his eyes and brows perfectly. He was worried and it tore at my heartstrings.

The last person to look at me like this…

The photo in my breast picked burned hot and I tore my eyes away from him.

He glanced down between my lap and back at the couch, then his palms flushed against my back as he ushered me over to the couch. In all honesty it was torn and battered and didn't really look that comfortable. Konig sat first, and opened his body up to mine so that I fit right in between him and the back of the couch. I was wrong, it was warm here. I could feel my lids pull heavy on my eyes.

Warmth surrounded me and my shoulders burned less when I woke, my body practically jerking me awake. Konig already had his eyes on me, of course. His entire body blocked most of my view to the warehouse but I could tell it was still dark out. I tucked my arm under me and a deep sigh escaped me.

“Sleep more, little Maus, I will wake you when we need to leave.”

I shook my head, his accented voice sending pleasant pulses through my body.

“I just woke up.”

“You were only asleep an hour, maybe.” He hummed. His right arm had fallen over the two of us as I slept, and I noticed he ditched his helmet and armored vest. The mask still hung between us though. Evident of where his trust stood.

I didn’t say anything about it, but I rolled my cheek over his chest. He was so damn warm, it was an embrace I never wanted to leave. It was like the dangers that lurked and loomed outside didn’t seem so intimidating under his presence. I let my eyes fall close again and pressed tighter against him. He stiffened.

“Am I too close, Konig?” I voiced, needing some kind of confirmation that this kind of thing was okay. Obviously it teetered some lines, and I didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. The pit in my stomach hoped he would answered how I wanted him to, though.

His arms tightened around me and he bent his face down into my hair. “You cannot get close enough, Maus.”

The tension that filled the air around us settled into something heavier.Konig felt like a brick wall, and me just a puddle of sap in his arms. I gingerly placed a palm over his abdomen and I could feel the muscles tense and flex underneath. He was so quiet that I thought he might’ve fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for the fingers twitching behind my back. I craned my neck to look up at him. His eyes drooped to mine, expectant.

We stayed like that, staring at the other for an eternity before he moved, shifting me under him as gently as he could. I felt incredibly tiny as he hovered over me like this, forearms either side of my head. His mask hung down and brushed against my neck, the black balaclava he wore under it more apparent through the holes. He caught me staring at it so he raised one hand to pull it off, I shot an arm up to stop him, our fingers intertwining.

“It’s okay- you, you don’t have to.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed. It was one solid ‘ha’ before he pulled it down and tossed it over the arm of the couch behind me. He still donned the balaclava, but seeing his face outlined as it hugged him tight made my stomach flip. His brows were light and thick, and his nose was large, the crook of it pressing out against the tight mask. His eyes traced my face equally and settled on my lips. There was hesitation in his eyes, and I shared it. Was this really alright?

His eyes searched mine asking that same silent question, and I felt compelled to nod slightly, stretching my neck out to meet his face.

It was chaste, and I felt silly for entertaining the idea of kissing him through his mask, but as the fabric pressed up against my lips, all of that inhibition was lost. I caved and folded my hands up to his cheeks in order to pull him closer. The stitched seam at his nose scratched harshly against my face when he pulled away to bury himself into my neck. Tension faded from his upper body and he pressed most of his weight down onto me comfortably. It would’ve been smothering if it was anyone else.

I could feel the heat from his face radiating through him. A mix of embarrassment and tension.

“Scheiße Liebling,” his voice was muffled and strained as he spoke into my neck. “I can not stay away from you.”

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I felt it again, his hardness pressed deep into the crevice of my hip. Heat centered in my core as he spoke, slipping in and out of German.

My face flushed and I turned my head from him as he rose up slightly. He shifted onto one side, pulling up the bottom of his mask to sit snugly over his nose. The cut he got earlier this week was practically nonexistent now. If the skin of his face hadn’t been so pale I probably wouldn’t have noticed the faint red scratch. And his lips..

His tongue flicked out to wet them and I couldn’t help but stare. He must’ve shaved recently, because the bit of stubble I saw from before was gone completely now. Had he planned on this? No, it was probably more comfortable for him to stay clean shaven under the mask. The skin just under his lips were raw, and I wondered if he had a habit of biting them.

When he settled back down over me, he hid his face in my neck, leaving small pecks and nips at the soft skin just under my jaw. I sighed and wrapped one hand around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. The other went flat against his stomach, and I traced the hard muscle down. My fingers itched over the metal clasp of his belt and his hips twitched down into me suddenly, his hardness digging roughly as the end of my shirt slipped up.

“Maus,” he groaned out, snapping a hand over mine just as I palmed him through his pants, squeezing my fingers together tightly. He held our hands there for a moment as he tried to calm down, his breath rapidly growing harsh and uneven. I rolled my palm from the base to its fingers, grabbing as much of his length as I could through his zipper. He whined and detached his hand from over mine, settling it on my hip and letting me move as I wanted. I smiled in small victory and moved to unclasp the belt, twisting my hips up to give us more stimulation.

Konig slowly started to become a mess above me, and I was enjoying every second.

I pulled his zipper open with my fingers and palmed him through his briefs. The two belts he wore left little room for me to pry open his pants any more, so I had to settle on tugging him through his boxers. His hips jutted down into my hands again.

“Liebling..” he gasped out, grinding into me harsher- unaware of how his bigger physique could crush me in a matter of seconds. The weight felt good, however, and it wasn’t much of anything I couldn’t handle. He nipped at my neck again and I moaned with him, fumbling to pull his manhood out of the window of his boxers.

“Maus, please” his pitch rose again when my hand met his skin. He rolled his hips down into mine and pinned my hand there, flat between our bodies.

“Konig I can’t,” I wiggled my fingers against his flesh, it burned hot against my skin.

“Please,” he whined, face buried as deep as it could go in my shoulder. “It’s too much.”

I slowed, coming to a halt. He huffed heavily above me when I did. Was I hurting him? My movements were unpracticed and probably juvenile, I was inexperienced with touching men so intimately but I didn’t mean to be so rough.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” I hadn’t expected my voice to be as gravely as it was.

“It aches,” I felt bad for a moment before he began to grind down into me again, “Liebling, I can’t take much more.”

Then I quickly understood what he meant when his thrusts grew sloppy. I wasn’t hurting him, I was in fact making him feel the very opposite. My lips parted and I panted with him, resuming my movements. I tried to wrap my hand around his length, but because of how closely he was pressed against me I couldn’t do any more than follow his jerks with my palm.

His face finally rose from my chin and he left sloppy kisses up my cheek to the corner of my lip. His hooked nose pressed against the contours of my face when he moved down to find my mouth.

They were like velvet, his lips brushed mine lightly, non-committal and hesitant. His breath fanned my face and as I pulled my free hand up to the back of his neck- I could feel heat and sweat rise off him. His moans muffled into me when I pulled him down closer, forcing our lips together in a proper kiss.

We were both inexperienced and sloppy, but my skin pricked with heat nevertheless.

He pulled away suddenly and smacked a shaky hand against mine once more.

“W-wait liebling I-“ but it was too late, his cock pulsed against my hand, spilling hot and thick into my palm.

He whined out again and his body went stiff, save for the forearm that shook and quaked beside my head. His breath fanned my fave with heavy pants, and I was so surrounded by him that I swore I could smell his aftershave.

There was a breath before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled away and reached down for my bag. Pulling out a thin gauze pad he knelt above me and tucked himself back into his boxers before I could even get a glance at it. He wiped at my palm, cleaning the sticky residue from my fingers and at the bottom of my shirt where it came untucked.

“Scheiße,” he cursed again. “It’s on your shirt.”

I swallowed thickly, watching his mouth move as he talked made me want to kiss him again. His lips were bright red and raw. His eyes searched mine when I didn’t reply, finding them already staring at him. With his mask hitched up I could see the blush that ran up his neck, I wished I could see it on his cheekbones too.

He bit at his bottom lip under my stare, a nervous tick. I was right.

“What? You can stare your fill at me but I can’t look at you?”

He tossed the gauze pad aside and returned to his position above me, lips just slightly grazing mine.

“You can look at me if you like, Maus. But I want to be the only one you look at like this.”

My stomach twisted in a knot when his eyes bore into mine, looking for something I didn’t know if I could provide him with yet. I grew uneasy and evaded his gaze. His arms scooped me up easily into his lap, and I hid in his chest as he moved us in the corner of the couch. His hands rubbed at my back soothingly and it gave me a minute to calm down properly. I folded my legs between his, and turned so that my right side was flat against his chest, my head tucked just under his chin.

It was easier to talk to him like this, when he wasn’t looking so deep inside of me I felt like he could see my very soul.

“You said before you couldn’t stay away from me.”

He hummed in recognition, trailing a hand down my side and settling it on my hip.

“What did you mean?”

His fingers slowed and circled my exposed skin gently as he thought through his answer.

“You are in my head, all the time.” He sighed out, “And when I see you, it is like you are the only important thing in the room.”

He spoke and I’d be lying if I said it didn't pull at my heartstrings. I suddenly regretted asking the question. His hand snaked down my stomach and his fingers hovered over the waistband of my cargos. My body quickly grew warm again, and the skin where he touched sent shocks straight through my nerves.

“You surround me completely little Maus,” his hand dropped to my inner thigh and he squeezed the muscle there. My mouth parted and I snapped my knees shut, trapping his hand where it was, preventing it from sliding any higher.

“W-what does that mean? You keep saying it.” I tried to speak, and attempted to distract his wandering hands. He lost his gloves some time ago, and his pale hands were starch against the dark of my jeans.

“It is something my father called my mother.” He mused, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. That was the first time he’s ever mentioned his personal life to me. I mulled the sentence around in my head.

His palm massaged my thigh and the motion relaxed them some, he took it as a sign for him to continue. He swiftly snapped open the button to my trousers and centered his palm over my core, pressing into me gently. My back was to him at this point, and I was at his mercy in his lap.

“Verdam-“ he began, choking back a heavy groan. “You’re so wet.” He said a bit too loudly for my taste. A blush rose to my cheeks and I rapidly grew embarrassed. I tried to wiggle from his grasp, but he bound his other arm around my waist and pulled me back into him.

“I’m sorry,” he half-laughed out. “Let me return the favor.” His fingers probed at my entrance through my underwear.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, waiting for a response from me before rubbing his fingers up and down my slit. He found my clit through my underwear and circled it lightly with two fingers.

I nodded and he quickly flipped us again, so my back was once again on the couch cushions, and he hovered over me for only a moment before he moved down my body. Trailing kisses against my lower stomach and nipping at the corner of my thighs. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when he pressed his face up against my core, pulling my pants down completely and tossing them to the side. His fingers pulled at the damp cloth covering and inched it to the side, kissing my puffy lips and my hips involuntarily raised to meet him more.

“Konig.. konig,” I breathed, hand settling over his head and pulling him into me. My skin pricked as I teetered on the edge, one word from him and I knew I would fall apart completely. One of his fingers slipped through me, and rubbed it against my folds gathering up all my slickness before sliding inside of me. His fingers were long and thick and they reached further inside of me than I ever could.

“That’s it maus, just feel good.” He mumbled into my core, the vibrations shooting all around me.

I moaned and threw my head back as his mouth found my clit, sucking and licking at the swollen head I trembled underneath him. He flattened his tongue to lap at me more vigorously. Another finger joined the first and he rubbed the inside of my walls with so much intensity that my thighs began to shake. My core tightened as he coaxed a quick orgasm through me. He curled upwards and the moment the pads of his thick fingers brushed against that sensitive spot inside of me, I came undone.

Tension left my body in rapid waves and I wasn’t even aware he was still talking to me until I started to come down. He continued to attack that little spot inside of me, tongue brushing every sensitive fold until it was too much and my eyes started to water. His tongue dipped in to taste me at my deepest. The muscle was thick and hot and I felt as it move inside of me.

“Okay! Okay,” I slurred and attempted to tap out, but his eyes snapped up to mine, a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. He only pulled away enough to speak clearer to me, fingers replacing his mouth once again.

“One more maus, please,” his finger quickened their pace and the end of his thumb found my clit again, playing with it in circles. “Come one more time for me, Liebling. Bitte, I want to feel you.”

It was the sweetest kind of torture. The Konig I knew from before was totally gone here, lust-drunk and pleading, he worked to pull a second orgasm from my body. I tried to shake my head and my fingers itched over his jaw, pulling his face close to mine in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t- there’s no way.” I whined and rutted my hips up into his, fingers never slowing and his pace completely relentless. He kissed me with more ferocity, and bit at my bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, another wave of pleasure crashing through me as he rubbed his fingers erratically against my inner walls.

“I know you can, come for me liebling.” His pleas sounded as desperate as mine and I couldn’t do anything to stop another orgasm from racking through me. My entire body shook as it tore through the pit in my stomach, gushing over his entire hand. My embarrassment flooding with it. If we hadn’t made a mess before- we definitely did now.

He gently pulled his fingers from me and sucked both clean in his mouth. My face cringed and twisted, and he lowered his lips back down to my neck to leave more sloppy kisses.

“Why do you make that face?” He questioned, continuing to feather me in light kisses.

I shrugged, by body too tired and too worn to trust any coherent response to come from me.

“You are so sweet, my little maus.” He rose slightly and palmed over my core gently, replacing my underwear to sit properly over me again. I twitched under him. “So tasty, Schätzchen.” He muttered mostly to himself.

Reaching over, he grabbed my cargos and helped me put them back on over my boots, buttoning the top for me. I was nearly ready to fall asleep all over again, I wish I knew where he found his energy.

Konig lifted me into his arms again, and seated us onto the less torn side of the couch. One hand in my hair, and the other along the back he spoke words to me in half-English, half-German before my eyes dropped shut once more, all my remaining energy leaving my body.

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