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lycheedr3ams · 10 months

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Taming You

fem!reader x toxic!konig

MDNI | DDDNE

Warnings: konig is misogynist, controlling, possessive, slight yandere, pervert konig, toxic masculinity, marking, dub-con, p in v sex, brief mention of ass-slapping, dark content ahead

DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY

toxic konig really turns me on and i had to write about it

i accidentally posted this before i came up with a title so if you saw "tbd" as the title, no you didnt

you had first spoken with konig when he needed your help to fix one of his work tablets. you had seen him around on base before, his eyes always on you as you went past, but neither of you approached the other. it took you a few days to fix his device, and during those days you learned his type - it was you. his recent searches on porn websites that he didn't bother to erase described you a little too closely. and the situations that he looked up with your bodily descriptions, well, they made you feel a little sick.

you handed his tablet back to him with a forced smile. but he was so polite as he thanked you that you began to wonder if you had misread his searches.

"danke, meine Schatz," he said so gently as he took the tablet from your hands slowly as not to startle you. the sweet tone in his voice made you let down your guard for a moment. it reflected so obviously in your eyes, and the way your smile became a little less forced and showed more teeth.

"if you ever have a problem with anyone here, you let me know, ja?" he said gently again, as if he were telling you a bedtime story. you blinked and your smile faltered slightly as you processed his words. this time, your smile attempted to tame the beast. to fawn.

"i haven't had any problems here thankfully, i think everything will be okay," you said with a shaky voice.

konig stared at you for a moment, silent and dark, before his voice adopted that soothing tone that no one else had ever heard from him. "still. you come to me. for anything. ja?"

you just nodded as you smiled. there was no way you would get him off your back by fighting him. not that you could, even if you wanted to, verbally or physically.

...

somewhere along the line, konig had become your boyfriend. you weren't really sure how it happened. he asked you out to dinner a few times, and each time, you said yes. you were too scared to say no. konig was always gentle with you though. he always held the door open for you, tipped the waitress well, didn't get handsy with you too soon.

but you would argue with him sometimes. or rather, you would be put in your place.

"you have quite a mouth, you know?" he said lowly as he looked down at you. you challenged his stare with one of your own, but it began to crack as he began to stand up to his full height. "your past man friends let you talk to them like this?"

you nodded, too scared to speak.

konig shook his head from side to side. "not with me, Schatz." his eyes seemed to go even darker from underneath his hood. "you don't talk to me like that, ever," he growled. he bent his back slightly so that he was now completely leaning over you. "i'll teach you how a woman should talk to her man. i will make you behave."

your breathing was deeper as he emphasized that last word. his demeanor, how he was talking to you, infuriated you. everything in your logical mind told you to get a restraining order from him, to switch jobs, block him, to never see him again. your mind told you he was dangerous. controlling.

but the throbbing in your core and your slick-drenched panties told you something else. you stared up at him through your lashes defiantly, but said nothing.

konig seemed slightly satisfied with that. "see? you can be a good girl. you're not used to being with a man. you've been with boys. i will change that."

...

konig tamed you with his cock. you hated to admit that. you denied it every chance you could.

"all it takes is a hard cock to make you behave," he grunted into your ear as he fucked you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress. you moaned without abandon, relishing the way he perfectly filled you up with each thrust.

you were always so much more obedient after he fucked you. he wouldn't miss the near hearts in your eyes after each session. how you'd look at him so innocently and sweetly as he stroked your hair.

"you're getting better," he whispered into your hair. "you barely talk back anymore. that's how a woman should be."

you knew the things you "talked back" to konig about would all be evidence for a restraining order from him. how he threatened to keep you locked in his room when he saw a text from a guy on your phone (it was your cousin), how he nearly killed the guy who accidentally bumped into you in the hallway one night, how he'd give you so many dark hickeys that you couldn't possibly hide them for work, how he'd silently dare you to talk back to him when he said something you didn't agree with. but all you did was stare angrily at him, and feel your core throb as he tamed you.

but sex with him wasn't always loving. most of the time, it wasn't. he'd hold you down despite your protests of it being too much, and just slam his cock into you over and over and over again. he'd toss you onto any surface he could before he rushed up behind you and shoved it in. he didn't care who heard, or who saw. everyone needed to know that you were his.

but that was evident enough even without hearing you scream his name almost every night. it was the way he would be right behind you wherever you were when he wasn't on duty. how you could barely use the women's restroom without him growing sour. how he'd stare daggers into any man who even dared to glance at you, or how he'd slap your ass in front of a room full of people just so show off his cute little trophy. the way you yelped each time he did it was just so cute.

he did train you how to be the woman he wanted. an obedient, pliable woman who never protested anything he said, and took his cock gratefully every time he gave it to you.

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sprout-fics · 10 months

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sometime after the kerfuffle with the 141 and Kortac is done, I'd like to see Konig's reaction to Maus going missing when trying to recover. I think man's would be terrified out of his mind that his sniper just up and disappeared while injured, meanwhile her whole team is just like "ffs not again, get the net and blanket and look in the vents"

Ohoho see I think the team would have so much fun with Konig, would send him on a wild goose chase just to get back at him for all the grief he caused them in the past. (Messy little drabble, not exactly a oneshot)

It had been three hours since you’d gone missing.

Four, technically, because König had arrived at the infirmary an hour after your disappearance, encountering a fatigued medic who had tiredly informed him of your sudden absence. She’d merely raised a single eyebrow to König's frantic efforts to get more information, and had eventually waved him off with a jaded comment of ‘This happens all the time.’

As if that somehow made him worry less.

You couldn’t have gone far, he theorized. With a sprained ankle, a broken arm, and a mild concussion, it was unlikely that you could have made it to the other side of the base by the time he had started searching for you.

That was three hours ago. Now, as the afternoon slowly crept towards evening, König could feel his panic rising at the idea you had simply vanished. He had searched everywhere. Your room, the mess hall, the rec room, the gym, the firing range, the training course- He’d even checked Price’s office, wondering if you had sought refuge there instead of being in your bed where you belonged.

When he had knocked on the door Price had leveled him with a look, wondering why the newest member of the newly formed SpecGru dared to darken his doorstep. Yet when König had belayed his concerns to the captain, Price had lifted his report to his face and idly told König to once again check the mess hall.

(König didn’t see the wry, sadistic smile that sprawled across Price’s lips)

Yet with the mess hall still empty, he had instead found Ghost, who tilted his head at the Austrian as König tried to explain why he was all but racing around base trying to find you. Ghost made a strange little huffing sound in response that, If König didn’t know better, he might almost mistake it for laughter. He then suggested looking into the women’s barracks to see if you had somehow disguised yourself as one of the recruits.

(That venture went over rather poorly)

As he’d been chased out, König had run into Soap, who had cackled at the Austrian’s misadventure and consequent flowery aroma resulting from one of the women throwing a shampoo bottle at him.

“Rookie?” He’d echoed, looking surprised. It took him a moment to understand, at which point a peculiar smile pulled at his mouth, sly and amused at König's quest.

“Aye.” He intoned, eyes averted so Konig couldn’t see the utter glee in them. “Y’know what? I saw her over at the training grounds climbing up into the tower. Bet you anything she’s still there.”

König had thanked him profusely, had darted off in the direction Soap had spoken of, unseeing of the way Soap hid his laughter until he was gone.

(The training grounds were empty, of course.)

As daylight darkened König resisted the urge to tear at his hood in frustration. It seemed, to him, that you were exactly where the men said you were, only to seemingly read his mind and vanish to a new location every time he drew near. Maybe they were alerting you, for whatever sadistic reason, sending him on a wild goose chase for pure entertainment.

Eventually, when he had run into Gaz, König had all but fallen at his feet pleading for assistance, trying desperately to find you and haul you back to bed so as to not injure yourself further.

“She has a habit of hiding in the vents.” Garrick told him with a straight face, not an ounce of deception in his eyes. “Usually over by the armory, or the officers quarters, or the kitchens, or the infirmary…” He trailed off, looking nonplussed, and eventually offered König a small shrug. Then Gaz had brushed past him with a small excuse, and as König rushed off towards the locations Garrick had suggested, Gaz sent a small message to you:

“You owe me one.”

(You were nowhere in the vents, naturally)

König spent until dark asking every person he ran into if they had spotted an injured soldier running around earlier that day. It took several explanations for them to understand, and when they did König inevitably saw a weary, annoyed expression cross over their faces before they shooed him away in favor of their current task.

Eventually, König had collapsed against a pile of crates in one of the nearby warehouses, shoulders slumping as he desperately wracked his brain for any other possible location where you could have hidden. Half a day had passed since your disappearance, and not once had anyone seen you. To his knowledge you hadn’t eaten, hadn’t taken your medication, had failed to be present for your check-in-

König couldn’t stop the dark, churning thoughts that in your weakened, vulnerable state someone might have taken it upon themselves to abduct you. The fact that the team didn’t seem to share his concerns only made his heart drive higher in his throat, stifling the air in his chest as he pleaded with the heavens to return you. You drew his gaze upwards, to the rafters of the warehouse, wondering if somehow the heavens could hear his prayer.

A small shape, just above the upper walkway, not entirely obscured by one of the long steel beams that supported the roof.

“...Maus?”

The shape stiffened.

König scrambled to his feet, eyes locked on the figure lofted high above the warehouse floor, on a flat, wide beam that effortlessly supported you. As he called once more, a chagrined expression turned down towards him, a guilty smile offered in apology.

“Hi, Konig.”

Distantly, König could hear the sound of something in his mind fracturing.

“Maus, get down here.” He nearly bellowed, voice thundering upwards. Yet far from scaring you, you only offered him a little pout and replied with a small:

“Mmm, no.”

“Maus!!”

You giggled, and the audacity of your refusal was nearly enough to send König onto his ass once more. Cursing under his breath, he realized the only way to get you down from the precariously high perch where you lay was to come get you himself.

Two ladders later, and 50 feet up in the air, König could see you facing him, blanket draped over you, cheek propped on one hand, and snack wrappers littered about you. It was like you had made a little nest up here, intent on avoiding anyone who may pester you.

“Not a Mouse.” He thought wearily. “Perhaps a baby bird.”

You refused, initially, to leave your little loft that remained just out of his reach, even as König clung to the railing and tried to reach for you. Yet eventually when his frustration had given way to a near frantic, pleading whine, he could see genuine guilt color your gaze, and eventually you had performed the delicate maneuver of scooting yourself forward so he could hoist you into his arms.

Yet rather than immediately try to take you down and back towards the medical wing, König instead slumped against the railing of the walkway, his arms fastening around you and a heavy sigh of relief tickling across your hair.

“Please.” He begged, gathering you tightly to him, a protective hold to refuse your escape as much as it would protect you. “Please don’t ever do that again, Maus.”

Warm, wrapped in his scent, you smiled, nuzzled against his chest with a weary little murmur.

“I won’t.” You promised, feeling your boyfriend completely and entirely relax against you, head falling gently back against the railing in satisfaction.

(He didn’t see your fingers crossed behind your back)

#oc: maus #fic: little mouse #konig x reader #könig x reader #drabbles #my writing

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latenightdaydreams · 8 days

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Please do part 2 of Mechanic Konig. I'm begging you!!! Your writing is AMAZING! I have to reread your writing every day because I can't get over it 😩

Thank you!!! I'll be writing a lot more this week, so there will be more! I finally made a part 2!!! I hope you enjoy!!🥰

Mechanic!König x Reader Part 2 (fem)

MDNI🔞

Part 1 here! 🚗

Master List!

>cw: fem/afab, pregnancy, p in v, oral

1.4k word count

You sit in your car holding your newest ultrasound pictures. You made a last-minute appointment to see the doctor assuming you might have the flu, but being a few days late on your cycle the doctor asked for you to take a pregnancy test. Once it came back positive you were sent to the women’s health center for an ultrasound. You’ve been celibate for almost a whole year, other than your random hook up with that mechanic… You let out a long sigh before driving off.

You pull up in front of his shop, putting the ultrasound photos in your purse before stepping out of the car. Walking up to the open garage door, it’s almost like déjà vu. There König is wearing a white shirt and jeans, covered in oil. He looks up and meets your gaze for a split second before he looks down, realizing who he just saw, his head snaps back up.

“Y/n?” König speaks softly as if surprised to actually see you again. The last few weeks you’re all he has been able to think about. He’s been waiting for you to call or show back up and now here you are. His eyes drift down your body, taking in how amazing you look, and back to your eyes.

“Hi, König.” You walk closer into the garage. “Are you busy right now?”

“No,” he gently shakes his head. He closes the hood of the car he was working on and grabs a rag to clean his hands off. “Do you want to go to my car?”

Yes, you think to yourself, but you came here to talk. “No, I think we should talk.”

König tilts his head when you say no. He drops the dirty rag on the bench behind him and he looks at your cleavage again before back to your eyes.

“Is your car running okay?”

“Yes, its fine.”

“So, what is it?” He leans back as his blue eyes keep glossing over your body. All he can think about is how good you felt and looked naked in the back of his car.

“Um, so, I went to the doctors today.” The word doctor piquing his interest. “And she did a few tests on me…” You stall nervously not knowing how to tell him. What if he reacts poorly?

“Are you pregnant?” König asks, hurrying your story along.

“I am,” you nod softly, “I have ultrasound photos.”

“You do?” He perks up. “How far along are you?”

“11 weeks,” you go into your bag and pull out the ultrasound photos.

König quickly steps forward and grabs them from you. His eyes glued to the image of a tiny fetus shown on the ultrasounds. He studies every photo, a flood of emotions rushing through him at this moment. He can’t believe he actually got you pregnant.

“I came to be responsible and tell you. I don’t know what I’m going to do-” he cuts you off.

“I said that I would support the both of you and I meant it.” His eyes meet yours. “I have a big house, I make great money, and you’ll never have to work again Schatzi. You can just focus on raising our baby.”

You don’t say anything as you stand there taking in what he has said. Supporting a whole family is a huge responsibility. You don’t even know him, could you really build a life with him?

“You laid down with me, you let me get you pregnant. Please, let me take care of you. Both of you.” He reaches a hand out and gently caresses your upper arm. His eyes showing genuine intent as they fall to your stomach even though you aren’t even close to showing yet.

“We don’t even know each other…”

“We will learn,” He looks back down at the ultrasound photos in his hand. “Please.”

König runs his large hands over your swollen stomach, softly holding it as his eyes watch your growing breast bouncing. Your nipples have darkened and areolas enlarged. You’ve even been gaining weight, making your thighs and ass bigger. Your changing body is a beautiful sight to behold and it’s changing all because of him. Small moans of pleasure leaving his lips as he watching you eagerly bounce on his cock. Since you entered your second trimester, your hormones have been all over the place making you extremely horny. König is loving every second of it.

“König,” you whimper his name out as you feel yourself getting ready to reach your third orgasm.

“Ja, Liebing, there you go, let it out.”

He moves one of his hands down and begins to rub your sensitive clit with his thumb. He moves in slow focused circles making your legs begin to tremble. You slow down and lean forward slightly, letting out loud moans as your velvety walls flutter around his cock. König takes deep breaths and tries to focus his mind to not cum yet, he knows you aren’t done. Once he feels your body relax, he moves his hand away from your clit.

He gently lifts your body and leans back, grabbing a pillow and putting it under your head before laying you down gently. His eyes roam down your body as he bends down to lick your nipples, softly sucking on them as he feels your fingers comb through his short hair. He lines his cock up with your entrance and pushes himself back into you, mouth still latched to your breast.

“Oh yes, please.” You push his head away so he can sit up. “Fuck me harder.”

König nods his head as his hands wrap around your thick thighs, he pulls your legs apart and back making sure to be careful with your baby bump. König can’t believe how beautiful you look; how tight your cunt feels. He can’t believe how he got so lucky with you.

Your eyes trace the shape of his muscular body, seeing how his muscles flex under the light sheen of sweat covering his body. Your hands gripping the bedsheets as he fills your small cunt completely. You feel euphoric burst of pleasure every time he thrust forward; you clench down on him. König lets out a loud moan in response.

“Meine Liebe, I’m going to cum.” König’s voice cracks as he doesn’t slow his motion. His toes curling and eyes fluttering.

“No, please don’t stop, I’m not done yet.” You pant, feeling your next orgasm just beginning to build.

“Es tut mir Leid,” König chokes out as his hands drop your legs and move up to your full breast and squeezes them. His motion slows as his cock throbs inside of you.

Once he finishes, he pulls out and drops to his stomach, placing his head between your legs. He begins to lick your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth causing you to squirm and moan softly. One hand rest on you stomach as the other pushes two fingers into your cunt full of his cum. Curling his fingers up, he begins to finger you, quickly moving his arm. He tastes the mixture of your creamy cunt and his salty seamen.

“Right there, please don’t stop.” You moan in a whiney tone; König loves to hear it.

He doesn’t stop as his lips wrap around your swollen clit and sucks. His fingers rubbing against your g-spot rapidly as your back arches. Listening to you moan out his name as your squeeze his head between your plump thighs he lets out a satisfied groan into your cunt. Finally, you orgasm, he licks long laps up and down your pussy before pulling his fingers out.

He looks up and smiled at you as you lay there catching your breath. He has an air of arrogance about him, being able to make you cum so many times.

“I’m going to go clean up Liebling, I’ll be back with a towel to clean you too.” König leans in and kisses your belly before standing from the bed and going to the bathroom,

Once he was all clean, he grabbed a towel and began to walk back to you in the bedroom. Once there he sees you fast asleep, cuddling the blanket. König can’t help but to smile. He leaves the towel at the edge of the bed and tries to cover you the best he can without waking you up.

König decides to get dressed and goes to the nursery to continue painting, what he was doing before you ask to be fucked. He opens up the can of paint and pours some in the tray. Getting the roller covered in paint, he begins to cover the last white wall in the room with a pale pink color.

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saintship · 10 months

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humbly would like to request konig seeing s/h scars on his s/o for the first time :’)

fun fact i got dumped one time over em one time, my ex saw em on my thigh and was like “yeah no”

First of all I’m hunting this fucker down, what the hell??

People who get stranger’s IP’s do your shit

I’m so sorry that happened to you, that little boy did not deserve you, I hope you enjoy<3

SIDE NOTE I saw a headcanon on tiktok saying “König is NOT shy” And I kinda loved that so I tried to explore it a bit

Warnings: S/H scars, revealing of traumatic events

König x Reader

Outer Patrol

Of all the assignment you cycled through, outer patrol was the easiest on the eyes. The forest surrounding the base consisted of thin birch trees packed together, so that slivers of sunlight would reach through and grace the east grounds. Your favorite was the early morning outer patrol with König—he shared your fascination with the forest, and slung a loose arm around you when it had been truly freezing last winter.

Now, in the warmth of July, the sun casted its light aggressively through the gaps of branches and leaves, the humid air clouding your thoughts.

The sticks and leaves crumpled under both of your boots, König bringing up the rear on the narrow path.

“Do you think there are bears out here?” You murmur, looking carefully through the gaps of the trees.

“Nein. We make too much noise..” König pointed out. The camp certainly made itself known during artillery drills.

You hum, letting the air settle in silence again. Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks, causing König to nearly topple you over.

“Hey!”

“Sh!” You hold up a gloved hand, staying as still as possible. Slowly, you lifted the other to point ahead of you, where a fox pawed at the ground, investigating the lush grass.

“That’s not a bear.” König’s whisper nearly made you laugh, but you swatted his shoulder instead, smiling.

“He’s so cute..” you whisper. The fox lifted its head, spotting the two of you and bounding away quickly.

“I guess it’s not too loud for him.” You turn around and walk backwards to face your partner as the path widens ahead.

“Maybe we’ll see kits in the spring.” König said softly.

“Aw..” You cooed at the thought, smiling.

The path continued, but there was a faint fork that led off to the right.

“Have you seen this?”

König shook his head.

You pushed back a branch, stepping through the threshold. The path was littered with overgrown ferns, bushes, and a few fallen logs you had to vault over. Finally, the path opened to a clearing, where a small stream expanded into a large pond nestled underneath a trickling waterfall. The rocky ledge slanted down, the falling water sparkling beneath the late morning sunshine.

“Oh..my god..” you breathed. You turned to see König’s reaction; he was transfixed on the water, his eyes shining under the dark paint and hood.

“This is insane..” you knelt by the water, removing a glove to feel the temperature. “Not bad. I bet people used to swim here.”

Suddenly, König’s pager buzzed, and he was broken from his trance to retrieve the device from his hip.

“König, outer patrol..” He greeted.

“Price is tellin’ me to inform everyone off base to not come back until the afternoon; apparently we’ve got more people than we’re supposed to have on the property, and the hounds are here earlier than he thought.”

Simon’s voice rang gruffly through the transmitter, sounding irritated.

“So just don’t come back for a few hours, yeah?”

“Ja.” König replied.

“Thanks, Ghost!” You called from where you knelt at the water.

“Whatever.” The line clicked, leaving them alone with the sound of running water again.

“Well, we couldn’t have been in a luckier spot to stay put.” You stated, pulling off your backpack. You set down your gun next to it and hugged your knees, watching the water.

“That is true.” König conceded. He shed the bulk of his gear, along with his weapon, but remained standing, wandering along the shoreline. He knelt for a moment, seemingly inspecting something, before standing again and tossing a stone sideways, the rock skidding a total of four times before plunging into the water.

“Woah!” You got to your feet, walking over to him. “You could go Olympic..” You found a stone that seemed thin enough, turning it over in your ungloved hand.

“Just turn your hips. Put your soul into it.” König instructed, enacting his ridiculous stone-skipping stance. You laughed a bit, but followed his direction, skipping the rock twice.

“Ha!” You threw your arms up, connecting your hands with König’s for a double high five.

“Not bad..” He chided.

The sun rose in the sky over the next hour, you and König perfectly content with skipping rocks, wrestling, and splashing each other. All the movement combined with the beating sun made for a layer of sweat underneath your uniform.

“Wish we could swim; I’m melting..” you laid on your back dramatically, feeling the warm stones through your shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because, we have work, and someone might- hey!” You sat up, gaping as König lifted his shirt. He was careful to keep his hood on, but dared to strip of his pants, boots and socks.

“What are you doing?” You couldn’t help but smile at his tenacity.

“Just to my waist!” König gestured to his bare torso, his black briefs and hood being the only fabric left on him. You watched as he waded in, the muscles of his back enough to have a warmth climb your neck. You look away, feeling uncertain about ogling your coworker.

“It’s so nice!”

You turned back to see him hip-deep, running his hands back and forth along the surface. The definition of his chest and shoulders was criminal, accentuated by the patterns of light reflecting off the water’s surface.

“Come on!”

“No way!” You grinned, trying to hide the sense of dread the idea brought onto your mind.

“I am willing to use force!”

“Oh, god..” you sighed, removing your boots and socks. You waded to your shins, rolling up your pants so they didn’t get wet. The water was cool, washing away the sweat prickling on your legs. “Happy?”

“I don’t think so..” He sang, wading back to the shore. The water cascaded down his lower stomach, along his thighs. You found yourself furiously studying the pebbles at your feet, rendering you unaware of König’s attack.

He lifted you from the water with damp hands, ready to drop you in the further depths. You yelped, laughing but terrified of coming back with a soaked uniform.

“Alright! Alright!” You shouted. “I’ll get in, crazy!”

A gentle laugh rumbled from his chest, which sounded right by your ear as he set you down. You had felt the muscle of his chest through just a layer of fabric; the thought enough for you to avoid his eyes.

With all the laughter, you almost forgot the reason you didn’t want to undress in the first place. While König returned into the water, you pulled off your shirt, your sports bra being the only covering for your chest. The high-waisted underwear that you wore so your belt didn’t dig dents into your skin acted as bottoms, but you were hesitant to remove your pants. König noticed your labored breathing, returning to your side again.

“You don’t have to..if you really don’t want to.” He said gently, holding out a surrendering hand.

“No, it’s not..I just..” you sighed, irritated, and sat down in the sand.

“Is there something bothering you?” König’s gentle question shouldn’t have made you shrink the way it did.

“I’m sorry I pressured you, I didn’t-"

“König, it’s not your fault.” Your words escaped a bit snappier than usual, your shame building into frustration. “It’s..there are parts of myself you haven’t seen. Things that might upset you.”

König continued to look in your eyes, his concern drifting to confusion.

“There is nothing I would hold against you..” he assured. “If you want to do this, you shouldn’t hold yourself back, it’s alright.”

His words grounded you. He was right; a bodily feature is not grounds for hiding yourself away for the rest of your life when you don’t want to.

You nod, finding it easier to just get to it. Your belt came off first, the sound of the sliding leather deafening in the air of trickling water and chittering birds. Sliding your pants down your legs, the scars stretching over your thighs seemed especially defined under the sunlight. You discarded your pants, resisting the urge to cover yourself. You heard an intake of breath from König; a noise of realization.

“That is why you didn’t want to?” He asked gently.

“Scars like these don’t sit well with most people.” You murmur. Standing, you wade fully into the water, letting the water come up to your shoulders. König followed quietly, the same depth with his height letting the water only reach his sternum.

“I don’t think of you differently.” He admitted softly. “I’m honored you trust me to share something like that..I believe you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You study his eyes for a moment, the water around you soothing your worries. “Really?”

König nodded, then let the silence stretch its legs between the two of you for a moment.

“Do you wanna go under the waterfall?” König asked.

You smiled. “Your hood will get wet..”

He hummed in realization. “I suppose you’ll have to go under for two?”

You laugh gently, swimming toward the waterfall with a splash at his chest. The water fell gently, soaking your hair and cooling your scalp.

“That’s nice..” you murmured, your eyes closed. “They’re totally going to know..”

Opening your eyes, you spot König already looking your way. The water is deep enough here that the edge seams of his hood are dipping into the water.

“I think it was worth it..”

You know he doesn’t mean it was worth it to escape the heat. Or threaten to dunk you underwater, or watch you tilt your head back under a glittering waterfall. You’d admitted something raw—deeply personal. There was a tie that bound you now, separate from that military based trust that everyone shared. With the others, you’d devoted the sacrifice of your body; your role in the fight. But to one Colonel, you had devoted your mind.

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uhohdad · 9 months

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Stalker!Konig

Konig has a deep infatuation with you and he can’t help but steal some of your belongings.

Won’t you forgive him?

NSFW 18+

Konig’s not sure when exactly he crossed the line, but he knew he was in over his head. It’s not like him, not like him to act like this. He was normally a disciplined man, but you made him feel out of control of his own actions. From the moment he laid eyes on you he knew he was fucked, but he really didn’t think it would have spiraled to this depth. He needed to know everything about you. Uncover each layer delicately.

There was no way he could talk to you. Not yet. You’re way too pretty, he didn’t know enough about you yet. He knew he would fumble his words, and he cannot afford to mess this up. Instead he follows you around, he knows he doesn’t blend in easy but he does his best not to be too obvious. In the same room, but always as far away from you as he could get. Couldn’t risk you getting suspicious or off-put. Sneaking glances in your direction only when he knows you won’t catch his eyes.

It started out innocent enough, just a light stalking and pinning stares. Is that really so bad?

He suspects things started to take a turn when you left behind a tube a chapstick. Oh, god. That tube of fucking chapstick. He knew it was yours because he has watched you apply it from across the room, tracing the path it took around your lips. He couldn’t help the way his cock twitched to attention.

You had rubbed it in and smacked your lips together before continuing your conversation with one of the other cadets. It looked like it was a good conversation - Konig couldn’t help fall in love with you when you have a smile that bright and a laugh distinct enough he could make it out over the crowd if he listened carefully enough. He pretended it was him making you laugh.

You must have been having too good of a time joking around, and while you grabbed your bag, you’d left the distinct and brightly colored tube behind.

Konig’s eyebrows had raised under his hood, and he looked around to see if anyone had noticed. To see if anyone else was going to rush and dive for your chapstick. Such a priceless treasure.

But no, they don’t. And he has to take a moment to ground himself because he can hear blood rushing in his ears and a tent forming in his pants. He watched you as you make your way to the exit, wondering if you were going to remember and make a dash back for it. You’re too focused on the conversation in front of you, readjusting your bag so it sat comfortably on your shoulders. Chapstick was the last thing on your mind. He forced himself to be patient, wait it out just in case you came back for it.

You didn’t.

He had to restrain himself from sprinting to the table you had been sitting at. He did his best to casually swipe it, pocketing it and headed immediately back to his quarters.

Even just rubbing the tube in his pockets between his fingers, knowing it had belonged to you and he was touching something that was yours, it was enough to have him aching against the give in his pants. Not only touched by you - but touched by those perfect soft lips he’s been dreaming about since the moment he saw you.

As soon as he’s back to his room he’s got the cap off the tube and he’s inhaling the scent. What your lips smell like, taste like. He rubs a little on his lips with one hand, palming the erection in his pants with the other. He imagines you leaving the chapstick behind on his lips after a passionate kiss.

It’s not long before he’s got his hands wrapped around his cock, getting off to the scent of your chapstick. He comes embarrassingly quick, and he’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t love the rush. The thrill of being caught following you around. You probably haven’t even noticed him, doesn’t even know he exists. But he knows so much about you, knows the taste of your lips. Such an intimate detail of your life and now it’s his.

The chapstick wasn’t enough. He needed more. He was addicted to you and the thrill of the hunt.

The next thing was not left behind, he swiped it in plain sight. A big score. Extremely high risk, extremely high payoff.

You had been in the middle of drills after changing into your gym clothes in the locker room. It was so impulsive, so dangerous of him, but he had snuck in after confirming it was empty. His heart was pounding so fast. If he had your schedule right he had plenty of time to sneak in and steal your shirt from your locker without you noticing, but if someone were to catch him in the locker room he could get in so much trouble. He moved quick, adrenaline pumping as he grabbed your shirt and hid it under his, practically running back to his quarters.

He felt so ashamed when he checked up on you later to see you still donning your gym shirt.

Oh god, he’s so sorry, liebe, forgive him. He couldn’t help himself. He needed it. Needed to drape it over his face just like his hood and inhale your scent. Notes of detergent and fabric softener and a sweet perfume he couldn’t put his finger on but you smelled so clean and perfect and his cock was rock hard in his uniform as he breathed you in.

He imagined you were still filling it out, riding his cock while you buried his face in your perfect chest. He came so hard, muscles quivering as it spilled over his white knuckles, making sure not to taint your precious shirt. No, he had to make sure to avoid have to wash it. He wants it to keep your scent.

He knew he had really crossed the line when he had snuck into your quarters. Oh, how exhilarating it was. Picking the lock and risking getting caught. He knew you wouldn’t be back for awhile but he had no clue about your roommate, so he’d have to move quick.

Just standing in your quarters, where you slept, relaxed, maybe even pleasured yourself - it was enough to get him rock hard, his breath shallowing. He couldn’t help but put his face on your pillows, wondering what it would feel like to wake up next to you.

He tried not to let himself get carried away, rutting himself against your mattress one last time before forcing himself to get up. He noticed the laundry hamper in the corner and swallowed, staring it down. He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, the pressure of getting caught multiplying every second he lingered in your room. He quickly dug through your dirty laundry, grabbing the first pair of panties he saw and stuffed them in his pants before making his successful escape.

What a score. A pair of your dirty panties? Pressed up against his cock? He was dizzy, sweating at the reality unfolding before him. He felt drunk and beside himself, practically stumbling to his bed to pull out your panties and inspect closer.

So cute and simple. Classy, just like you. Black with a thin and intricate lace trim around the edges. He puts them up to his face and takes a deep inhale, and almost finishes in his pants right there. He can’t help himself this time. He wrapped your panties around his cock and jerks himself off, the feeling of your soft panties against his tip not giving him a chance. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t keep this one untainted. No, he spilled all over your pretty and delicate panties, decorating the inside with his come, muttering your name in between the sweet nothings.

He’s not usually like this, please liebe, you have to believe him. It’s just you, you’re so intoxicating he doesn’t know how to behave when you’re around. He’s so sorry, liebe, he just is so desperate when it comes to you.

Won’t you forgive him?

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apollodeath · 7 months

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just read that 'playing prey' fic u did with konig I LOVE IT!!!!!

i was wondering if you can do an angsty one where reader gets really hurt and keeps trying but when konig finds them he lets them win cause there hurt :) thxxx

I LOVE THIS IDEA! I hope I wrote something you asked for 🫶🏻 it’s kinda long my bad.

18+ MDNI

It had been a few weeks after the last time you two had played. König was finishing up dishes from lunch and you sat on the back porch on your phone just scrolling.

The weather was finally cooling off and the breeze was nice enough to wear your favorite hoodie it was König’s and since you were outside you had brought comfortable shoes out with you.

König grabbed the glass door sliding it to the side stepping out with you, he took a deep breath of the fresh air and began to stretch his arms then moving to his legs.

"Stiff?" You asked with a little laugh. König grinned and looked at you.

"Something like that" he teased making you tilt your head.

"What do you mean?" You place your phone on the table next to you giving him full attention. He shrugs and continues stretching his back then touching his toes.

You admired him slightly flexing with each stretch but a buzz from your phone made you look away.

König stepped closer to you and kissed your head and put his phone right next to yours.

His timer was counting down from 5 minutes. The simple ticking of seconds made you feel so slow to start, jumping up and running off the porch, across your backyard, straight back into the woods behind your house. Your mind raced and so did your heart.

'How did I forget I agreed to this!' You thought. Panting already from fear less from running. You actually started to build stamina from these little games and also your memory of trees and paths were in bedded in your mind.

König watched you get farther and farther as he continues his running stretches. He reached in his pocket pulling out his mask placing it over his head and breathed in the smell of the fabric; it stilled smelled of dirt despite you washing it for him. He believes it might be just his mind tricking him to smell missions and gun smoke. Especially cause you said it smelt brand new.

His phone went off. Timers up. He started a light jog across the backyard into the woods.

You were down a couple paths and saw a good place to rest for a second ‘5 minutes are up... I think' you thought.

'So if I go a little farther.. the turn is on the right.’ You thought more of your next move. You got up and looked around before running towards your next marker.

König followed your tracks expertly, basically tracking you like a dog. His eyes ran over the dirt/mud paths as he runs but stopping to look around once he hears things go bump in the woods.

Once you got to the little hill that König's never found you at; you squat behind multiple bushes they're big enough to cover you well. You take this moment to look down and realize you're wearing your comfy house shoes.

"Oh, great" you whisper to yourself dusting them off or trying to. You realised the cold air made your lungs burn more, right then you hear something and freeze, listening closer.

‘there's no way he's this close.’ You thought.

You slowly peak your head out looking at the path you came from, or, of what you can see of it. He's there... but he's looking around and he's kinds far off from where you're hiding. You think you can out run him. Maybe.

You slowly move past the bushes going the opposite way. You keep your eyes on him until you can't and you're slowly crouch walking farther keeping out of site. Or so you think.

When you get past a few trees you feel confident enough to stand up and start running. You start but look back once more, just to check. He's staring right at you. You freak and start to push yourself harder, running off the path. Hoping the trees will make great cover.

Once König's eyes land on you you stick out in the fall colored wood. He smirks under his hood. Watching you run faster makes him take a few steps before beginning to run himself. He feels like an animal as his body reacts to seeing you, it's like his mouth is watering and his cock is starting to ache for touch. There's only been one other time König has ever caught you so fast and had his way with you. That time comes into his rancid mind:

He caught you in the middle of a path and wrestled you to the ground it wasn't hard. Once he had you on the ground in the open, no trees, no brushes to hide his heinous act. He had you on your belly as he striped you and took you repeatedly, he secretly hoped you two were being watched. The rush of someone witnessing him devour you made him cum over and over again. After that you had scuffed knees and he apologized but you admitted to him it turned you on seeing them after he left on deployment.

You were running for awhile in the deep thick woods but the sun was already low and it was a bit hard to see you came up on a path and realized you were actually close to your home.

You saw a smaller fallen tree and decided to hop over it but in doing so the other side had fallen branches which made you trip and fall. You catch yourself with your hands but you feel shooting pain in your ankle and wrap your hand around it to try and calm the pain.

“Fuck” you whispered to yourself. Looking around and you saw nothing but woods and the path a little up ahead so you scooted to behind a bush and a tree hiding as best as you could.

König watched from a distance as you fell. He was going to cut you off on your path home but once he saw you fall he paused and squatted quickly to be out of sight when you looked around.

You take a few seconds to calm your breath and check your ankle, it’s bruised and a bit scuffed but not too bad. You think for a minute ‘is it dumb for me to continue playing?’ You looking around and think ‘I could just hide really well until sunset’

The woods were already getting darker by the moment so you knew sunset was close. You slowly get up using the tree as a crutch and limp a little to a short pine tree then laying under its thick, low hanging branches. You curl up putting your hood on and your hands in the pockets of your König’s hoodie.

König slows his heart rate and breathing watching you hide. He’s more worried that you may be very hurt. He slowly walks closer and takes a prone position on the ground near you; enough to see you but you won’t see him.

You finally see the sunset and you can’t help but smile at the fact you’ve won. You crawl out from your hiding and start limping to the path that leads to your house. Your ankle is actually feeling a bit better you think.

König slowly approaches you he knows you’ve won the game but he still has to scare you at least once more.

He runs up making noise and swooping you up holding you like a child. You scream and start laughing as soon as you know it’s him.

“I win! You can’t do that!” You laugh and hold on to him as he carries you home.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Maus. Not until I check out your limp” he states seriously but also he can’t help but smile from your infectious laugh.

“Oh I fell…” you say with point to your bruised ankle.

“Oh I know.” König nods.

“You know?”

This is my first ever request and I’m so happy about it! ALSO THANK YOU ALL FOR 1K on “Playing Prey”

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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The difference between Krueger and Konig with their darlings.

Thank you @shotmrmiller for listening to my ramblings

The difference between Konig and Krueger with their darlings is a bit crazy.

Konig was so rude when he first met his darling, talking down to her. However, a Konig who is teary after his first rut. His benevolent sexism makes him feel awful for using such a delicate and sweet creature for his gross needs. His anxiety feeding him thoughts that he may have hurt his darling, that she is too pretty for him, that her situation may have made her have to sign up for this job when she may not have even wanted it, and how she must view him as such a vile monster.

Almost all of that melts away when his darling reaches under his hood and rubs his face, running her fingers through his hair. She tells him how grateful she is that he was so careful with her in such an intense moment, how grateful she is that he didn’t judge her body. His eyes widen as he realizes she understands. The next few hours were full of sweet conversations and bonding.

Krueger who is so rude as well, but has no benevolence. That a woman is a distraction from his work. That his frustrations of any kind or taken out on the field.

Krueger, who his darling finds sitting outside her bedroom door in the early mornings, mask clutched tightly in his hands, eyes blown out and down right begging. He won’t say it, he wont apologize to a woman, but he needs NEEDS his darling he understands why she’s needed now. His hand, now well washed from the sink in his bathroom, was not enough. He’s telling her to let him just touch her, but he wouldn’t without her permission. He’s only running his hands over her forearms, grinding lazily against her pajamas pants the first time he ends up needing her. He cums in his pants and threatens her before leaving, some bullshit about how she will never tell anyone if she wants to live.

A Kruger, who now gets sexual satisfaction just from her scent. He’s addicted to her, she brings him comfort, yet he has no clue how to express it properly so he comes off angry and mean. She can see in his eyes he’s not, she just wishes he could say it to her.

Krueger who tries desperately to ask Konig how he got his darling to be so obedient. Not knowing how soft Konig is with her, and not knowing how to ask without sounding condescending.

Konig who acts all tough and rude but in reality he’s reaching behind him to hold her foot while sitting in this meeting because she’s his emotional support animal (like Jelly Roll and Bunny when he presented at the senate (i think it was the senate))

Konig, who won’t dare tell Krueger that the only reason his darling always knows is because he got those stupid couples bracelets off tiktok so he can press the button and her’s lights up. She presses it the first time to let him know she saw it, pressing a second time when she’s near. Sometimes he makes it light up just to let her know he needs her in that moment, sometimes its just to sit there and exist near him, sometimes its standing outside the door looking in the glass where he can see her when he talks in a meeting, sometimes it’s rubbing his back and holding his hand in stressful training with new recruits, sometimes he needs her sexual right then in there.

All Krueger sees is that every time Konig needs her, his darling is there and Krueger craves it.

Konig tries to tell him without telling him that he melted into the arms of his darling, but Krueger won’t understand it unless told straight up.

Krueger who goes to his darling to try to talk but finds her door unlocked and her laying in her bath.

“Are you-”

“I’m just incredibly sore.” She hummed, head propped on the edge of the tub with a towel and a cool wash cloth over her eyes.

“I-”

“They said in your file you wouldn’t apologize, so don’t bother trying.” She grumbled.

“If you know-”

“Why do I seem so grumpy?” She mocked, taking the wash cloth off her face. “I’m doing you a favor and I still get called a whore.” She said, putting her pointer finger to his chest.

There was silence.

Kruger who is trying to make you understand the way Konig made his darling understand but he has no clue how gentle Konig is with her, nor does he understand the chaos in Konig’s head when his darling isn't near brought on by his monster. Krueger, who does everything but beg and plead and cry to Konig about it, asking how he did it because his darling is so hateful and he hates it because he knows he caused it.

“I’m sorry for how I was.” He mumbled, not meeting her eyes. He didn’t see them soften as she got up to leave. She was too shocked to go after him, too sore to chase him, too naked and wet to do anything.

He locked her door and closed it as he stepped out, a small act of kindness that she didn’t realize until someone tried to open it as she was getting dressed later to give her papers.

She slipped a little sticky note written with words of forgiveness on it under his door later that night.

Maybe he wouldn’t have to be jealous of Konig anymore.

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The Devil's Summer

Konig/Reader TW: Rape, sexual assault, corpses, murder, violence

I am not being playful when I say that if you find any of these tags disturbing that you should skip this fic. Reading this story is not worth making yourself feel uncomfortable or causing yourself pain. Please take care of yourself first and foremost.

MDNI/18+ NO EXCEPTIONS

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A tall, foreign stranger comes to town with his masked crew of bandits. They rob the train station and the bank, but the big one… he has his sights set on a different sort of prize: you.

The summer had been like an open mouth, unbreathing, unmoving, but warm and wet and still in its bearing. The bayou lay like a lolling tongue over the swampland, and the sweetness of the azaleas could not make up for the stench of its lazy, murky flow. Bald cypress trees lined the river like rotten teeth, their graying, dull bark holding evidence of the cavities of selfish men, black bullet holes from selfish gunfire. The rope burn on the tall, gnarled bows left scars as if they were old wounds, and they were. Your brother’s innocent body had been the cause for one, and you were glad he wasn’t here to witness them today.

The Devil didn’t know how hot it could get, but you did. You could barely move in the high noon of the day, and as the cicadas screamed, so you wanted to as well. The air lay on you like an awful hand, pressing you flat with its damp, punishing palm. It kept you from sleep, and it threatened you with steady, unrelenting torment. Your skin grew pink and tight from the ruby-colored sun, gleaming and immutable as it sagged in the cloudless firmament. Like the tangle of Spanish moss that hung in the trees outside, swaying back and forth like strange fruit, your hair clung to your neck, vampiric.

Your father was dead, much good may it do him, as were most of the other people in your town. Since the early hours of the morning, you’d sat on your aching knees in the wet bank of Bayou Têche, providing sustenance for the mosquitos who feasted on your unguarded flesh. Your hands were bound with wire twine, and it cut into your wrists hard enough for them to bleed. The flies swarmed you, and you’d long since given up trying to fight them off. The man who had come to deliver this day to you and the other few inhabitants of your town was watching your future unfurl before you, as patient as the summer sun.

He hadn’t shown his face, but you knew he was a white man. Those pale, ice-blue eyes couldn’t have been borne from Creole blood. If you were honest with yourself, something in your chest told you that those eyes weren’t even human. They were situated behind a black, heavy hangman’s hood that covered him from head to neck, and it was stained with blood and all manner of other liquids. The humidity made it cling to his nose and jaw, and you saw the aquiline shape disturb the smoothness of the fabric.

The hangman wore a large-brimmed cowboy hat on his head constructed of fine, black felt. It was very much out-of-season, meant for a cool dry winter. Despite your suffering, you could imagine and empathize that his head and neck must be near boiling.

His body was immense. He looked like he was seven feet high, and he was as broad as a door. His heavy musculature moved slowly, teasingly, but you had watched him strike like a water moccasin, deadly accurate and blindingly fast. Atop his demonic draft horse, he looked like he was one of the Hessians that Sister Campbell had described to you in school, when you’d been allowed to go.

The Hessian was a fine shot. He’d killed most of the men in town by his own hand, picking them off like he was elbow-deep in a blackberry bush, choosing the biggest ones first to stain his hands in their sweet juices. Your father had been near the end, no longer a threat in his old age. The white hair of his beard was painted with red stripes, coughed up in those final moments of futility, and the dark skin of his cheek made the colors that much more vibrant. You wished his eyes were closed. You didn’t want him to see what may happen to you now.

He’d been staring at you for quite some time. Although he hadn’t been the one to tie you up, it was what he wanted. The will of his men and of your small town folded under his brutal control, and now that everyone was dead, he dominated the silence with comfortable ease.

You watched him swing a long, thick leg over the saddle, lowering himself to the wet ground with a thud. His boots were worn and filthy, not intended for walking through the black bayou waters and shores, and his spurs were sharpened into curled spikes. Each step was a promise. The gun in his hand would be your reward, you were certain of it.

Imagining all of your hopes and dreams seemed disgusting to you now. The shine of the gun was nothing like the glittering gold ring you’d wanted to wear to your wedding, if you had one. You’d wanted children, a whole litter of them, and you wanted to cook jambalaya for them and dress them in matching flour sacks, all lined up in a row. You wanted to braid their hair in the way your mother had braided yours, secreting away little prayers between each bite, locking them in place with an extra twist.

You would have none of that. The only thing for you now was this demon. Whatever he wanted had replaced your own desires. You waited for his wanting to find its end.

The dirty barrel of the gun pressed under your chin, its soot gritty and black against your skin, and your jaw turned up to the blinding sky to look into the coolness of his gaze. He looked like he was smiling at you, which was worse than his fury, and you held back the bile rising in your throat, burning you as hot as a brand.

“Fils putain,” you snarled without raising your voice, spitting on the gloved hand that had the gun to your neck.

You watched the spit bubble white across the black leather, his thumb as wide as a root, and you heard it drip into the mud at your knees when it ran in thick rivulets across his knuckles.

He smiled again with his eyes, removed the gun from you to lift his hand to his face. As he did so, he lifted the hood so that you could watch his mouth as he licked your spit from the glove, tasting the sour sting of your bile and vitriol. You saw his pale, ghostly lips, scarred and maligned, peel away from sharp incisors as he laved his tongue across the back of his hand, clad in shining silver like two daggers. The rest of his teeth were bright and straight and ready.

The pain you felt from the butt of his gun was sudden and shattering. The crack of your cheekbone exploded in your face like a collapsing star, white hot and dying. You felt like you were dying. You landed, face down in the mud, vomiting and coughing and crying. There was nothing more meaningful than your sobbing, and your body prioritized it over everything else.

Your assailant knelt in the muddy bank of the bayou with you, letting his boots dip into the shallow waters where minnows hoped to feed on the larvae that lay sprinkled across the surface like salt in a stock. He had removed his gloves and was cupping your face, gently soothing the wound that he had caused. That pale, bloodless mouth was kissing you, leaving a trail of little, soft contacts over the ruined skin on your face, and the blood from his cut was staining him crimson. He replaced the hood and picked you up off of the ground.

At first, you couldn’t walk, and all the blood that had been pressed out of your lower extremities was now flooding back in, making your bones ache from the inside out. You stumbled next to him, and he carried you like you were as light as his sidearm. One of his men approached you and spoke to your tall devil in his language, foreign and loud.

They’d robbed the small train station, killing Mr. Fusilier, and they blew up the track, stopping the sheriff from being able to send for help. Sheriff Guidry was dead, laying in the small graveyard next to the church, and you found it odd that he’d died laid over a headstone. You were sure there was poetry there, but you weren’t smart enough to know what kind.

Your captor handed you off to one of his men, a thin, wiry man with a large mustache. He smelled like sulfur and tobacco. His grip was weaker than the hangman’s, and there was a coldness to his touch that made you uncomfortable.

He was taking you back up to your house. You didn’t know whether or not it was worth it to fight him off. He was smaller than the other one, but your cheek still throbbed, fresh and mean. He sat you down at your own kitchen table like it wasn’t yours, like you hadn’t cleaned its worn oak slats every morning since you were old enough to hold a rag.

Yanking out a chair beside you, he sat, rolling a long cigarette, and leaving the twisted matchstick on the tabletop, marring the grain. You wanted to rail against him, to wail and scream that he was ruining it, that your mother had set all of her meals down in that very spot — crawfish etouffee, filé gumbo, rice and beans — and that you missed her laugh and the way she smelled like white pepper and rosemary oil.

The cheek that had been hit couldn’t have throbbed any harder, and something twisted within you wished that the large man was still there, wiping away the hurt.

The one with the mustache spoke in a slow, Texan drawl,

“What’s your name?”

You rolled your eyes up to meet his, hoping that the hate you felt was loaded in them like the bullets in his gun,

“Eve.”

“Like the Bible?”

You didn’t reply. He grabbed you around your knee and pulled you towards him, your chair screeching across the floor,

“Bitch, I’m talkin’ to you. You think you’re too good for me, huh? Fuckin’ whore.”

You were on the table then, spread out and plated like a red fish, all meat and bones and sauce. He was going to eat you alive, and what could you do about it? Your bound hands bit into each other like the fangs of a snake. You kicked out, hard, but he caught you.

Then, you felt his hands ripping away the fabric of your cotton dress. There wasn’t much left of it to ruin. You wondered if the button you mended last week on the collar was still intact. You were never as good as buttons as your mother was.

Dirty fingers dug around between your legs, finding what they wanted to, shoving aside your bloomers and wetting themselves one by one, dipping into you brutally, soaking the pads over and over like a candle was dipped in wax, like a pen into a font of ink, and you hoped it stained him.

You screamed until he stopped you, planting a smelly hand across your mouth. You bit it, taking his bitter flesh with you.

“Ah, fuck! Son of a bitch!”

Clutching his wound, he backed away from you. Then, when he raised his eyes, he looked behind you at a horror you could not see. Then, he died on your kitchen floor. The bullet sliced through his dark brown eye and splattered his brain and face all over your kitchen counter. There were two big, flaky biscuits left over from your breakfast that morning, and they looked like someone had slathered them in a rich, fruity compote.

You wanted to see who had saved you, but you knew already. His huge boots made the table rattle beneath your burning wrists, and you could hear his enraged breathing, dampened by the mask. It was your Hessian.

He stood over you for a moment, looking disturbed by your appearance. You had disappointed him somehow. You were crying, but you didn’t stop for his benefit. It wouldn’t matter anyway, you figured. Might as well give in to the feeling.

Your body was being lifted, carefully, and carried to your father’s bedroom. It was the nearest to the kitchen, just off of the first hallway. A cross-stitch goose you’d made when you were twelve hung neatly on the wall below the lantern. You remembered the way the threads used to sound when they ran to and fro through the linen. The goose wore a little blue bow, and her beak was the most beautiful goldenrod yellow.

The giant man lay you on your bed, the blood from your wrists surely ruining your duvet. Was it still your duvet? Did you actually own anything anymore?

The mattress sagged under your weight, and it groaned deeper as it sagged under his.

He unbound your wrists and took a careful look at them. Then, he peeled away the ripped edge of your dress, shaking his head sadly,

“I am sorry, Liebling. My men should know better than to touch what is mine.”

You let tears and snot run freely down your face.

“What is your name?”

The same question. And why did it matter? Who gave a shit what your goddamn name was? It wasn’t going to help you.

“...E-Eve…”

“Eve...” He dragged out the vowels like he had dragged you into the house, slowly and against your will.

“I have been called many names,” he leaned down to your neck to smell your skin, whispering into it, “But, you may call me Kӧnig.”

When his hands ran up under your dress, they did not fumble, they were not brutal, and yet the pain of them hurt you anyway. He didn’t force you to open, but your body yielded to him nonetheless, wilting for him like a flower in the sun. You became pliant, and your sobs went from desperate to something laden with strife. You had not consented to his touch, and yet your body welcomed him in with open arms, eager to host the traitor at the gate.

He knelt. As he began to lick you between your legs, he smelled your scent, lifting his hood and letting it pool along your belly, cold as his hot mouth made wet contact with your skin. The way he suckled from you reminded you of the calves in the spring, pumping their mouths onto their mothers’ teats and filling their throats with her warm cream, selfish and relentless. His nose tickled the dark curls above your folds, and you wondered if he was being teased by them, if his nostrils could smell your fear and if they misunderstood it as desire.

“Mmm,” he hummed, pleased, “You are so sweet, my little Eve. So eager for me, hm?”

A growling sob escaped from your throat, and all at once you felt like you would vomit again. He caught your face in his hands before you did, lowering you to the floor and holding your jaw up to face him. Knocking off his hat, he pulled the hood from his face and you saw the gruesomeness there. It wasn’t as bad as you’d feared. Your mother had always told you that the promises of the darkness never amounted to much in the light. You wondered how true that was now.

“I will show you how eager you make me, Liebling.”

He pulled off the button fly of his cotton britches, and his heavy cock tumbled out of them, rolling into the center of his body, pounding with blood and want. He placed the tip at your lips, and although he could have ignored your volition, he begged you instead, providing you with the illusion of choice.

“Kiss it for me, Eve. Be a good girl for your Kӧnig, ja?”

You did not comply. You were your mother’s daughter after all.

He shoved your face onto his length with a calm sort of precision. You didn’t bother to make it easy on him, letting your teeth drag against the velveteen slip of skin, nor did you bite down. You were already dead, and you had decided to act like it.

“Are you not pleased, Liebe? I will give you what you want then,” he laughed quietly to himself, the curl of his smile broken into shards by his scarring, “Silly me. Playing my little games. I am such a tease.”

He pushed you to the ground, shoving your face into the floorboards, letting you look under your own bed. You saw small piles of dirt and a glittering ornament, lost from the last Christmas you’d had. You felt him preparing you from behind. Although you had not married him, you and an old beau had gotten this far. But, this was something else. The way he stretched you was like an intrusion. Your hip bones ached under his drooling rod, and you could feel the sharp tear of your thin skin.

“Oh, Scheiße! So tight for me. I want to come in you already, my darling.”

You let him fill you, and you tried to ignore the electric pleasure that he crafted in you, spinning a spell over you and forcing your orgasms with his cock and hand, one after the other, making you tremble beneath him, laughing all the time,

“So pretty. Coming for me just like a dream. Such a good girl, Eve.”

You were out of tears.

After he was finished with you, he carried you to his horse and put you in the saddle, climbing up behind you and taking the reins. You felt his come and your blood dripping out of you and onto the black leather, wetting you between your thighs, making you slide across the seat, back and forth.

The hot wind blew in your face as he rode you out of town, and you saw the smoke from all of the burning buildings floating high, high into heaven. And you wondered if God could smell the mesquite bark as it smoldered.

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #konig call of duty #konig #konig smut #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #dark!konig

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Can you please make part 2 to why konig wears a hood...

What if he finds about horangi being aware of his past job👀

(NSFW)

They fuck in this one also König can have a little confidence as a treat

Also shout out to my friend Els for helping me with the German

König and Horangi had been captured. How... embarrassing.

Luckily, it was just by SpecGru and this was a game for training, but that only made it more embarrassing.

Horangi was listening to König and Alejandro talk about religion. How they got on the topic was beyond Horangi. And Rodolfo too if his expression was anything to go off of.

Alejandro and König had both grown up catholic apparently. Horangi had grown up nonreligious and outside of a couple of shows he watched, he barely knew anything about it.

Well. He knew quite a bit about the story of David. After he had found the first video, he had looked up the name to find more. At the time, he had completely discarded it to focus on find more videos of the porn star, he had completely ignored it so that he could continue.... anyway. He had returned to it later. That was the end of his knowledge on religion.

"What's your favorite story?" König asked Alejandro.

"The story of Isaac and Abraham. Or Samson."

"Isaac. That's a good one about trusting God."

"Yeah. I think about it a lot. The fear he must've felt while being taken up the mountain." Alejandro sighed.

König glanced at Horangi in distress but he got himself into the mess. He could get himself out of it.

"So what's yours?"

König frowned. "Uh... English... Um... The... König...."

"King David?" Horangi answered immediately. König looked at him to thank him but they locked eyes and he saw it. The dawning realization. Horangi had told him before he knew nothing about Christianity.

"Why do you know about that one?"

Well, why not. "Used to watch a..." he let the pause grow just a moment, to the other two, it probably looked like he was trying to find the English word, none of them were native speakers, it was a reasonable thought, but König knew better. "Content creator. He went by the name." Even with the mask on, Horangi knew he was bright red under there.

"Ah... I see... Yes. I like his stories..." König went rather quiet after that. Horangi noticed the way he fidgeted and maybe felt a tiny bit bad.

The training exercise ended and König almost fled from him. Horangi didn't mind. He stayed true to his name and stalked him silently. His prey was fast. Long legs making his strides a little hard to keep up with. But Horangi didn't mind.

Only when they were alone, did he reveal himself. "König."

König swung around so fast he worried he'd get whiplash.

"You can't tell anyone. No one can know."

Horangi stared at him for a moment longer.

"I only did it because I needed money in between deployments. My country is different so it was easy money and I only did it be-"

"König. I'm not going to tell anyone. I wouldn't do that to you."

König relaxed immediately, though he was still fidgeting his hands. "How did you find out?"

"I recognized you."

"How?"

Horangi did not think through us. "Uh... I..." His turn to get flustered.

"Did you... watch those videos?" König stared at him. "Watched me."

"Just saw the thumbnail."

"You recognized the name. You know nothing about the bible and you wouldn't know anything unless you looked it up." König stepped forward and Horangi recognized it from those videos. "When?"

"Before we met."

"Enjoy yourself?"

Horangi backed up, finding it a little hard to breath.

"Where did all your confidence go Morder Kätzchen?" His back hit the wall and he felt trapped.

"I did. Enjoy myself I mean. I watched a ton of your videos." All of them. He had watched all of them.

König hummed. "What did you think about? Did you want to be me in those videos?"

"No. I wanted to be the other men." König grabbed his chin and made him tilt his head back.

"Oh?"

Horangi flushed and tried to shy away. He was never like this! This stupid fucking man may be big and tall but Horangi was a confide-

König put his thighs between his legs and fit his hand around his throat exactly like he did in those videos and Horangi felt weak. He immediately rutted against his thighs.

"You wanted me to do this to you?"

Horangi panted softly against his chest. "Please... Want you to treat me like you did them." König's thigh pressed right against him through his pants.

"Ah." König leaned down, whispering something in German that had Horangi rutting against him. He laughed when he noticed but he started to pull away. Horangi hit his shoulder rather hard.

"König. Fuck. Me." He hissed it out like an order.

König glanced down at him before tugging his mask off. He then tugged Horangi's off too. "Gorgeous." He traced Horangi's scars.

Horangi flushed more, trying to escape his gaze while still raking his eyes over his face. König was incredibly handsome. A little older, but that was no problem for him. He had gained a few scars that Horangi wanted to memorize.

König picked him up and his legs wrapped around waist immediately. He peeled his gloves off to run them through König's hair. Their mouths met at some point and Horangi felt himself melt in his arms. His hands scrambled at his back, wanting more.

If only 19 year old him who just found these videos knew where he'd be now.

König dropped him onto his bed, thinking for a second. "I have lube but I don't have a condom. Do you want me to pull out?" He didn't touch him while he talked, clearly wanting Horangi to focus on the question.

"No." Horangi ignored the heat he felt as he flushed all over. "You can finish inside me." Shame filled his chest and he had to look away.

"Wie schüchtern." König purred and Horangi couldn't piece together what that meant. Then his hands were on him, undressing him gently. Horangi tried to help but he was pushed back down. "I got you. Just lay back."

Horangi flushed more, closing his eyes as cold air touched his skin. "Don't comment on my scars. No compliments, no insults, no "they're not that bad"s. Nothing."

"Understood." König mouthed against his throat and he immediately tugged at his hair. His hands grabbed his waist, his fingers brushing against each other from how big they were compared to him.

Horangi started to yank at König's clothes, wanting them off already. König got the hint and leaned back, shedding his clothing. He put himself firmly between Horangi's legs, grabbing him under his knee and pinning that leg to his chest while shoving his other leg to the side. It left him exposed to the fingers currently trying to push in to him. At some point, König had coated his fingers in lube and Horangi hadn't even noticed.

One of his fingers reached into him, the stretch making him tighten his grip.

"Ever?"

"Yes. Just... not in a while." Horangi hadn't had sex since he had been in Korea before he even joined the military. He'd blame his horny behavior on the drought he'd been having. "Come on, I can take it. Hurry up."

König tapped under his chin to make him tilt his head up so he could kiss him. Horangi could focus a lot better on this kiss, trying to pay attention to that and not the burn of his fingers. More lube was added and it wasn't quite as bad, though it was still not quite pleasant.

He must've noticed his discomfort because he pushed deeper, curling his fingers.

"ah, careful! Your hands ar-" Horangi shut up when König pressed right against his prostate.

"There." He kept pressing it as he worked him open. Horangi put his arm over his eyes to hide his face. He tried to be quiet but König twisted his fingers and he couldn't fight down the whimper. "Come on, tiger. Be as loud as you want. No one will hear you but me."

Horangi panted softly but tried to stay quiet still.

König pulled his hand away and pinned both his knees to his chest, Horangi's ankles ending up almost over König's shoulders. He grabbed Horangi's hands, pinning those down to so he couldn't cover his face.

Horangi ended up screaming, suddenly understanding why the other people in the videos did. The position made it a bit easier, but he was still very big and even with the prep it hurt. König stopped immediately, kissing along his jaw and gently rocking until he relaxed enough for him to push into him again.

Horangi squeezed his hands hard and clenched his eyes closed. He felt König start to pause. "Please don't stop."

König continued to kiss his face gently as he bottomed out. It felt like he was in his goddamn ribs. Horangi tilted his head so their lips would connect again, enjoying the soft sensation. Eventually, he felt more adjusted and mumbled against his mouth. "Keep going."

König nodded and rolled his hips gently, dragging a broken moan out of his chest. It felt so good. So intense but it was König and Horangi knew he wouldn't hurt him.

Horangi lost all coherent thought the moment König started to thrust into him. He knew the exact angles to drive him insane and despite trying his best, Horangi started to sob underneath him, overwhelmed with his legs shaking. Pleasure shot up his spine with every thrust and he held on to König.

König started to whisper to him in German. "meine Hure", "Ich liebe dich" and "meine mieze" were one of the few Horangi could really string together, even though he couldn't understand what it meant.

He started to respond in Korean. Things that were easier to admit if the person didn't know what you're saying. "I've admired you since we met", "I want to climb you like a tree" and "you're giving me special treatment, you dog".

They kept kissing and his orgasm was very much impending. The pressure building in his core.

"Du gehörst nur mir." König started to mutter to him and Horangi started to beg incoherently. He felt König lift up just a little and he looked down, seeing that even through all the muscle, his tummy still dented from König's size. "Look at you..." His hand fit perfectly around Horangi's throat as he thrust in hard. He grinned, tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Horangi came all over himself, eyes filling with tears. For a moment, he felt like he couldn't breath. A warm feeling coated his insides as König came, holding him to his chest. He mouthed against his throat and held on to him, legs wrapping back around him now that he was no longer being pinned.

They laid there for a minute before König shifted them. Horangi hadn't even noticed him balancing his weight on to the bed and not on top of him. He adjusted them so Horangi laid on top of him, safe on his chest.

"Everything you fantasized about?"

Horangi clenched at the raspy tone he used, hearing him groan a little. "Shut up."

"Never thought you'd be this shy in bed."

Horangi huffed at him before closing his eyes and getting comfy. It took a minute before it him. "You've thought of me in bed?"

"Quite a bit, yes." König played with Horangi's hair, running his fingers through it a few times.

"Ah... Is David your actual name?"

"No. It's Leon."

"I like that name." Horangi said sleepily. "Do you still like bondage?"

König turned red down to his chest. "I'll show you some time."

"Can't wait."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #König #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #horangi #cod mw2 #mw2 #könig mw2 #horangi mw2

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ivrxquack · 11 months

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Nya ichi ni San nya arigato!

konig x cat hybrid! reader

(For some reason this peaked my interest I don’t really know much about this so I’m sorry if I did something wrong!!)

Warnings: age regression diapers

“My sweet Katzchen”konig cooed picking you up from your crib

“put me down daddy!”you whined trying to get out his hold digging your claws in his arm slightly he just chuckled shaking his head

“Come on now baby it’s bath time!”he said carrying you to the bath room

“No no!!”you pleaded as he started to take off your clothes

“Yes yes”he said setting you in the warm water causing you to try to jump out but he quickly grabbed you

“Come on love after this daddy will make you cake pops!”He said and you lightened up a bit as he poured water on your head careful not to get to much in your ears

“Why do I have to take baths?”you cried out as the water was rubbed on your body as he washed you

“Because you need to be clean and healthy”he said happily as he rubbed your cheek then started to pour water on you

“All doone!!”he said after a few minutes standing you up and wrapping a warm friend Sanrio towel around you pulling up the hood

“Can I have cake pops now?”you asked as he set you on the sink counter bringing out some lotion

“Hold on a minute honey”he said as he started to rub your feet pressing on your paw pads gently causing you to giggle

“You know when I first saw you at the shelter all I could think about was how precious you were even as I was looking at the others!”he said blushing rubbing your legs

“Really?”you asked smiling as he nodded moving up to your body

“I always knew you were special”he said lowly as he kissed your forehead picking you up taking your to your bedroom laying you down on your race track carpet

“Look I got you Minnie Mouse diapers!!”he said showing you them as you smiled at them your tail swishing around happily

“Can I help you make the cake pops?”you asked as he put baby powered on you

“Yes of course!”he said putting the diaper on and putting a shirt and shorts on you and you sighed happily

“Alright now let’s go”he said as you gathered some toys and a blanket and went downstairs

“Chocolate or red velvet?”he asked

“Both!”you said practically bouncing off the walls

“Alright then…but you can only eat a few of each remember what happened last time?”he said as you two started to mix the ingredients

“Yes daddy!”you said cringing remembering when you threw up dozens of times after eating to much candy and cookies

“Good katzchan”he said brining put the pans after you two were done mixing the batter pouring them in the pans as you stared with hazy eyes

“Now we have to let then bake them cool!”konig said and you nodded

“Want some apple slices watermelon juice?”he asked as you thought for a moment

“Chocolate!”You said as he shook his head

“Liebling no”he said sternly and you pouted dragging your feet to the living room and flopping on the couch

“Oh cheer up honey how about….I’ll let you eat 4 of each cake pops?”He suggested and you nodded sitting up as he patted your head

“Ok!!”you said as he turned on the tv and put on SpongeBob and you laid in his lap curled up

“I love you daddy”you said shyly staring into his eyes as he blushed madly

“I love you even more!”he said rubbing your back as you guys watched SpongeBob Konig occasionally just watching you instead

I lowkey want to make more just with different characters cause I really liked this lemme know!!

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vixen7243 · 22 days

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Dirty Neighbor

Pervy!Konig x Neighbor!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

MDNI!!

CW: non con advances

Waking up groaning, you scowled looking down at your thighs, "What?" Surprised you walked to your bathroom and removed your clothes, unsure if the wet dream you had of you massive neighbor really was so effective on your body that you came in your sleep. Washing your body down you let your fingers linger over your mound, the size of Konig's hands on your mind, wondering how they would fill you. Working yourself up to a orgasm you sighed, feeling a little guilty cutting the water off you walked out throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt you had from your ex, walking around the kitchen you started making yourself coffee, turning the tv on you walked around checking on your plants.

Smiling as you opened the blinds you chuckled at the orange cat that sat on the edge meowing, you weren't sure who he belonged to but you still let him in. He was used to the routine with you, following you around the apartment, watering plants, wiping dust off of leaves and making your coffee. Leaping up onto the counter you opened up a little can of cat food for him, taking it upon yourself to feed him when he visits. He surely wasn't starved and his owner cared for him but you were weak to the cutie, scooping the food onto a little plate you set it in front of him walking to your couch and sitting down watching your favorite show. After the kiity had finished his meal he ran over to you and curled up on your shoulder purring as you gently scratched his head and back.

Jumping slightly from the quick knock to your door, you put your coffee down and walked to the door with the cat still laid up on your shoulder, you looked out the peep hole and saw Konig. Flushing, recalling your dream and what you had done in the shower, you opened the door smiling up at him, "Good morning."

"Gutten Morgen Maus." His eyes glanced down to the cat, "A little friend of yours?"

Chuckling you snuggled your face into the cats side, "Yeah, I don't know who he belongs to but every morning he comes to my window and he'll hang out with me for a bit. Less lonely when he does." Smiling down at him, you kissed the kitty's forehead as he leaned up pushing his head into your cheek.

"Lonely klein maus?"

Blushing you looked up to him through your lashes, he was still wearing that hood, but his eyes made you clench your thighs, "Sometimes."

Konig waited a beat before lifting the bowl he had in his hand up to you, "Here you go, I wanted to return this to you."

"Oh, thank you, what did you make?" Taking the bowel from him you went back to the kitchen and set the bowl on the counter.

"Brownie, but, it did not go well."

Chuckling you turned to him, "Oh no, well, if you want, maybe I could help you?"

Konig stepped in smiling under his hood, "Would you maus?"

"Yeah, if you're not doing anything later we can make them, I just have to go grocery shopping."

"Would you like company klein maus?"

Biting your lip you smiled to yourself as you tried to use the cat to hide your smile, you don't know what he's calling you, but the more that he comfortably used it, his presence taking up space in your apartment, you really wouldn't mind, "Yeah, if your not busy though."

Konig couldn't stop the smug ass eating grin from coming over, grateful to the hood he was still wearing, "Whenever your ready maus."

"Give me a moment." Making your way to your room you came back out and sat on the couch slipping on your socks you twisted and cracked opened your window and set the cat onto the back of the couch giving him more scratches and kisses, "In case you decide your ready to leave, don't be eating my plants handsome, otherwise we'll have problems." Chuckling as he meowed back almost like he was giving a snooty response you walked to your shoe rack and grabbed some converse and your side bag, and keys shoving your keys into your bag. "Okay I'm ready." Grabbing the reusable bags you stepped out closing the door behind you locking the door.

The trip to the store, shopping and heading back to the apartment was nice as Konig refused to let you hold a single thing even if it all belonged to you and even snuck his card in paying making you gape like a fish panicking as he ushered you out of the store. "You're going to help me make brownies maus I don't mind."

"But you literally just paid for all my groceries Konig, that's not even a reasonable like payment of gratitude or anything." Huffing you walked beside him down the block to your guys apartment.

"There's more ways you can always repay me later then." The open insinuation made you blush, wondering if the implication is as dirty as your mind was making it out to be or if he was referring to other baked goods you could help him make.

"Well, then you name it." Opening the door before he stepped behind you pushing his leg between you and the door holding it wider for you, his eyes were darkened as he looked down at you.

"I will meine klein maus, I will."

Letting him into your apartment you closed the door behind him, and smiled when the cat walked up to Konig and rubbed up against his boots and flopped down at his feet meowing you couldn't help but smile. Putting away your groceries Konig picked the cat up and leaned against the counter watching you. Once you had everything set out for making the brownies Konig and you washed your hands, the cat going back to the couch to lay down.

Teasing Konig whenever he would over pour anything sweet into the mixture namely the sugar and chocolate you couldn't help gasping and laughing when he smeared some chocolate onto your nose. Pouting when you collected some onto your finger ready to do the same back but forgetting he was still wearing the hood. "Not fair, come on, take the hood off." Reaching for the edge of the hood you couldn't stop giggling when he swerved himself away bobbing out of your reach, "Come on Konig, it's only fair." When he shook his head chuckling at your antics you sighed sucking your finger into your mouth, a wet pop between your lips as you tugged your finger back then into your mouth cleaning the chocolate of turning back to the mix pouring it into the pan and setting it into the oven.

Konig went stiff, watching as your lips and tongue around your finger, he felt his cock instantly hardening twitching as the wet squelching of your lips trying to clean up the chocolate from your finger. "Fine, I'll get you back later." Cleaning up the dishes you then got the both of you something to drink, "Want to sit and watch a movie?"

"Sure." He followed you to the couch and sat down beside you arm moving up behind you on the back of the couch, the orange cat getting up and leaving out the window the two of you alone on the couch, putting an a horror movie you closed your blinds. Settling in beside him, due to him taking up most of your couch you blushed as his arm rested on your shoulders. God, just having met him yesterday you were already so comfortable with him, letting him take up space in your home, if you were any smarter you would let him easily invade your space, but lets be honest, you weren't the brightest. Tucking your legs up, you leaned more into his side, when he grabbed your ankle and dragged it across his lap you loosely let him feeling your clit ache as his hand dragged up and down your leg, stretching your other leg over his lap you decided to reach your arm over his middle and hold him biting your lip.

Konig worked his hand on both of your legs before sliding his hand between your thighs and squeezing the fat there, quietly groaning to himself when you moved your legs apart a little more. Just as he inched his hand right were the both of you wanted it the most the alarm for the brownies made you jump and pull your limbs from him and go to take the brownies out of the oven. Setting them down onto the stove you flinched when you turned back around and Konig was standing behind you, the look in his eyes made you nervous. "Scared me, I didn't know you foll-" Your words falling from your lips when he backed you into the counter and picked you up on it, stepping between your legs. Pushing his hood up over his lips you kissed you silencing any other questions feeling you stiffen against his chest.

Trying to relax against him you grabbed onto his shirt trying to stop the swirling feeling in your head as his tongue pushed into your mouth. The kiss was sloppy, Konig grabbing the edge of your sweats, tugging on them making you try to pull away and ask him to slow down but his hand shot up to your neck and held you against him. You whimpered as his one hand pulled your sweats to your ankles, "So sweet maus, bet you taste even sweeter for me here." As his fingers slid between your folds dipping into you and then pinching your clit you whined looking down, your slick coating his fingers and sliding down onto the counter. "After you let me taste your cunny, you're going to bounce on my cock." Looking up to him shocked you went to protest, feeling like this was definitely getting out of hand but he squeezed your throat, "Payment for the groceries right?"

Whining as he dipped down to his knees he sucked your clit in, tongue already working you again, just like it had that night, remembering what made you cunt clench, shoving two fingers in trying to stretch you out faster. "Konig." Resting your hands onto the top of his head you arched into his mouth moving your legs over his shoulders rutting with his fingers, still embarrassed and nervous but the building orgasm was too delicious to ask him to stop. Swallowing your pride you let yourself fall apart on his tongue and fingers, squeezing even tighter when he pushed a third finger into you in the middle of your orgasm prolonging your orgasm. Huffing as he pulled back you were so ashamed when he started undoing his pants and pulled his enormous cock, knowing it was going to ruin you and the thought alone was turning you on even more. Hiding your face as he moved into you, you cried fighting against him as he pulled your hands away from your face.

"Nein, no covering up maus, no tears. None of that." Konig growled into your ear as he held your hands behind your back in one hand, pushing the head of his cock at your entrance you looked up at him with doe eyes.

"Isn't this too fast? Wait, Konig, please? I don't think I'm ready." Hoping your pleas might work as he stilled you tensed as he kissed your lips, tasting yourself on them.

"Maus, this is going to happen one way or another, you're already mine. Now, deep breath maus, I'll make sure you cum plenty on this cock." Looking down you shoved your head against his chest as he started pushing his dick into your pussy, the stretch burning as the tip hit your cervix, blinking the tears from your eyes you noticed that there was still some of him left that wasn't in you yet. Moving to look up at him, you then screamed as he slammed in all the way, bottoming out, "Oh maus, you did it, that's it, come here." Rubbing your clit he spit down onto his fingers and smeared it all along your clit, your head spined as he he started moving your hips, the squelching of his cock stirring your womb up making you incoherent as he held you up feeling your walls clamp on him. Pulling your ass to the very edge, having to rely on his strength to not let you fall, he pounded into you, drilling through your orgasm, your tears and drool fogging his mind as he spit into you mouth and leaned into you kissing you, feeling you swallow his spit, groaning as you sucked on his tongue. "Are you fucked out maus, becoming my little whore? That's my good girl, just take it, I'll be so good to you maus, the more you obey the more cock you get baby. Your mine maus, mine. Fuck, my little flesh light on legs huh. Yeah." Groaning as your walls spasmed around him as he claimed you it drove him further. "Cum on your cock baby, it's yours, I'm already addicted baby, it's yours, fuck that's it, cum again, come on, soak it baby."

You cried, you were so ruined and spent as you came again, cunt like an iron grip as he continued to fuck you through it, letting him use you, done with holding yourself together. You were clearly enjoying his filthy words, claims to your body, what right do you have to cry, arching into him you moaned as he twitched inside of you, "Konig." Clenching your fists you tried to fling back to lay on the island but he held you up, pinning you to him, whining you tried to wiggle your arms free, "Damnit, Konig, pleasse."

Konig grunted as he pulled you up to him again, picking you up a yelp leaving your lips, he carried you to your room, laying you into your sheets he released your wrists and pushed your knees up to your chest and increased his pace. "I'm going to fill this pretty cunt up maus, then I'm going to do it again and again." You grunted as he put his full weight into his final thrust flattening you into the bed a gurgled crying falling from you, your breath hitching in your throat as you could feel his warm sperm filling your womb. Sitting up Konig massaged your hips, and pushed his hands up to the back of your thighs squeezing them. "Ready maus?" Slowly moving his twitching cock again he groaned, sensitive from cumming he grabbed your hand guiding it down to making you feel where the two of you were connected. "Say it's yours maus."

Looking to him through your tears, you saw that he had removed his hood, a big smile as he moved your fingers over your clit, through your folds, along the base of his cock and keeping your lips spread. "It's mine."

"What is?"

Sniffling you swallowed the lump in your throat and wiggled moaning as he pushed his hips more with you, "It-you-I-" Leaning your head back you groaned, "Fuck, your cock...Cock mine." Stifling a moan you rolled your eyes as he picked his pace back up drilling you into the bed again.

Konig smiled, the evening was of him filling your womb to the brim with his cum, then eating you out even when you had passed out from the overstimulation. He left hickeys littered all over your body to prove that you belonged to him. His little toy.

#call of duty #task force 141 #x reader #smut #18+ mdni #pervy konig #konig #konig smut #konig x reader

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lycheedr3ams · 11 months

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Closet Fun | fem!reader x Dom!Konig

MDNI

Konig joined 141 needing a fresh start, and on a slow day on base, Soap suggested that you, Gaz, and Konig play hide and seek. But when you're hiding in a closet with Konig, things get heated....

TW: konig is a tad mean/demanding, thigh riding, locked in a closet, Konig is a teaser, use of Maus (I can't help myself)

Not proofread, I wrote this fast so it's lowkey lazy

this is my first cod fic I'm publishing plz be nice

It was Soap’s idea for him, Gaz, you, and Konig to play hide and seek one slow day on base. It was Team 141’s day off, but most everyone else was occupied. Ghost opted to go to a bar by himself, not interested in the other members’ gam

“Okay, Soap’s it!” Gaz said after the third round.

All took off in different directions, and you found a spare closet down one dingy hallway. You quickly hid inside and peeked out through the crack to check for Soap. But then you saw Konig’s massive form, and you opened the door and whispered.

“Konig, hide in here!” you called.

Konig hesitated for a moment before hiding in the closet with you before you shut the door.

“Damn it,” you said as you stood on you tiptoes. “I can’t see out.”

Konig wordlessly leaned down slightly so that he could look through the locker-like slits in the door. But as he did so, his wide shoulders gently brushed against your back. You couldn’t help the way you shivered. Konig smirked.

“Everything okay, Maus?” he asked as his voice lowered. You nodded silently. “Don’t worry, Soap’s not out there.”

Even though Konig was behind you, you could feel the way he was looking at you, could almost taste his predatory instinct as he stared down at you. You were scared to turn around, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, but it wasn’t because Soap’s footsteps echoed in the hallway outside. Konig leaned down, and his breath through his sniper hood ghosted you ear.

“Be quiet, Maus,” he whispered in your ear. You shivered and you breath stopped. “Wouldn’t want Soap to know we’re in here, would we?”

You shook your head. You dared to make eye contact with him out of the corner of you eye, and the way he was looking at you scared you as much as it aroused you.

“Konig…” you sighed as you closed your eyes. But they flew open once you realized how you said his name.

He laughed quietly in your ear. “Yes, what is it, Maus?” he purred lowly.

You blushed and screwed your eyes shut. You wished you could just tell him wordlessly what you needed. But Konig pushed.

“What is it, Maus?” he asked. You could practically hear his smirk. You shivered.

Suddenly, Konig’s voice dropped even lower, and even quieter. He breathed in, and whispered,

“Tell me what you need.”

You moaned breathlessly.

“Fuck,” Konig murmured. “You’re irresistible.”

“Konig,” You said as you turned around and looked up at him with doe eyes. A lamb staring down the wolf. Konig’s pupils were so dilated that you could barely see his irises. The only thing you could think to do was put you hand on his forearm and look up at him desperately.

Konig sat lazily on the edge of the table in the closet and smirked.

“Use your words, Maus. Have you forgotten how to say anything other than my name?”

Konig laughed gently when you blushed and looked at him with wide eyes. You hid your face in your hands. When you worked up the courage to look at him again, you saw how smug and confident he looked, leaned up against the table with his legs wide enough for you to stand between. You slowly walked forward between his legs and looked up at him as you gently put your hand on his chest. He instantly started breathing deeper. Like petting the stomach of a bear. You looked up at him through your lashes as you kept you hand on his chest. He looked down at you though hooded eyes. Your hand gently trailed down his chest and stopped when you reached his abs. You couldn’t help but notice how his cock was straining in his pants.

“Tell me, Maus. What. Do. You. Need?” he said huskily, his patience thinning.

“You.” You said as you stared into his eyes.

He looked like he could murder you. “Say it again.”

“You,” you breathed, more earnest. “I need you.”

Konig wrapped his arms around you and leaned down.

“Lift my hood. Come under with me,” he said with a hint of playfulness.

You hesitantly lifted his hood and did as he instructed. You shared the same air, taking in each other’s presence despite not being able to see, before Konig crashed his lips onto yours and trapped you in his arms. You instantly whimpered into his mouth, and he groaned. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer. You broke for air, gasping.

“The door…” you murmured. “It’s not locked.”

Konig leaned forward, keeping you close against him, and locked the door with a quiet click. But he was wordless as he kept you underneath his hood. You gingerly pecked his bottom lip before he took you lips in his again.

“Konig…” you whimpered into his mouth. Konig used the opportunity to gently shove his tongue into your mouth. You held onto him tighter. He moved his hands from you back to grip your waist. He groaned. You couldn’t help the way you pressed your thighs together and whimpered.

“My poor Maus,” Konig said against your lips with a smile. “Do you need help?”

“Yes,” you nodded shyly.

Konig put his hands on your hips and guided him to his thigh.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. You instantly obeyed, and Konig tugged you closer and onto his thigh. You squeaked, and his cock twitched in his pants. He held your waist firmly. You held onto his shoulders and looked up at him.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he asked. You blushed. “Get to riding.”

You looked away shyly before moving your hips against Konig’s muscular thigh. Your mouth fell open and soft whimpers escaped your mouth as you grinded against him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Konig whispered as he leaned over you. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

“They’ll find us…” you said as you rode his thigh.

“No, they won’t, don’t worry,” Konig soothed. He smirked as you rode his thigh desperately, rolling your hips hardly. “The door is locked. Just be quiet, and they won’t know we’re here.”

When you looked back up at him, he lifted his hood slightly and kissed you passionately again. He began to bounce his leg, and you moaned.

“Shh, Maus, shh,” he soothed as he moved his lips to your jawline. “Don’t want them to find us, do we?”

“Feels so good…” you whimpered. Konig smirked.

“Yeah, I can tell,” he teased. “I can feel how wet you are through my pants.”

You whimpered. Konig’s lips moved to your neck, and you let breathless moans slip.

“You like that?” Konig asked as he nibbled you neck. You breathed out deeply.

“Yes!” your hips moved earnestly.

“That’s it, ride my thigh, Maus. Fuck,” he breathed against your neck. “You ride it so good.”

“Ah!” you breathed. Konig laughed. Konig lifted his thigh so that your feet weren’t touching the ground, and all your weight was on his thigh. You gripped his shoulders tightly. He laughed and licked you neck.

“That’s it, Maus,” he cooed against you neck. “Come on my thigh.”

“Fuck!” you said quietly. Konig laughed heatily.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased.

Suddenly, Soap and Gaz’s voices echoed through the hallways. They jostled opened doors and were getting closer. You stopped grinding on his thigh and looked up at Konig, panicked.

“Don’t fucking stop,” Konig growled as his eyes darkened. “Don’t fucking stop riding my thigh.”

You obeyed with a blush, and your heart jumped when Soap jiggled and pulled the closet handle. You gasped and looked at Konig, but he gripped your hips impossibly hard and got close to you ear.

“I told you to keep. Going,” he growled. You whimpered and ground down on his thigh.

“You’re in there, I know it!” Soap called through the door.

You kept riding Konig’s thigh as he gripped your hips.

“Konig!” You whimpered in a panic as your hips moved erratically.

He smirked under his mask. “You close? You gonna cum?”

You nodded as you dug your nails into his clothed shoulder. Gaz called Soap from farther down the hall, and both men disappeared as you came hard on Konig’s thigh.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Konig praised as you gasped as you came down. “Gutes Mädchen,” he cooed as he kissed your lips.

You looked up at him with kiss-reddened lips.

“I’m not finished with you,” Konig growled.

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reaper-chan666 · 9 months

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Hellow 0w0

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

But oh surprise actually Price knew all along

I absolutely can!!

Thanks for the request!

Enjoy some fluffy 141!

Contains: Swearing

Not proofread

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No pets.

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

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

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

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

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

*POP*

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

A week passed

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

Over the next few days...

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

A day or two later....

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

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

Until...

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

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

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

End.

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

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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Back Together

Part 23

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 4.9k

Synopsis: Choo choo

Warnings: Lots of violence (if you read the last part you already know what kind)

Six hours since Johnny had been taken. Just six and the fuckers already knew enough about him to put a video on the internet to let everyone know they had someone of value. His fingers were dug into the leather of the chair as Price asked Watcher, "Have you watched it yet?" The young man shook his head, he felt a sense of dread as the cursor on the screen neared the play button. All eyes stared ahead, even Konig and Ghost, so close to one another, no longer paid any mind to their grievances. This wasn't about them, this was about Soap.

-------- (Soap POV)

Fingers dug at the skin underneath his arms, hauling him up from where he had been thrown a few hours earlier, or had it been minutes, he couldn't keep track of the time anymore. It had been so dark and so cold in here that he thought he was gonna freeze to death before they came back. Maybe that would be better though, no telling what these people had in store for him. His hands were bound by something sticky, duct tape probably, and when he tried to move his feet he could tell they too had been tied together by something. The fingers hoisted him up, he couldn't see their faces, he couldn't see anything really. Oh, there was a hood on him, now that made sense.

The fingers released him and he felt the cold floor seep through the fabric of his shirt and pants. He tried to crawl his way forward, but a boot pressed its heel on the back of his hand, pain shooting up his arm but it was secondary to the thoughts he let run through his mind and ground him. The rules, his rules, the ones his experience had taught him well. Rule 1: Do not make a sound, never let them hear you breaking. Rule 2: Little things, you tell them the insignificant details first if you have to, if you just can't take it anymore and you need it to stop if only for a moment. Rule 3: Never sell out your team, never put a target on their backs. Your team can bring you back but not if they're trying to keep themselves from getting killed or taken as well.

The hood slid off over his head, light blinded him and he closed his eyes against it while his head pounded and he had the overwhelming urge to sleep. Had the flash done this much damage to his head? Maybe he wasn't ready when he came back, his head didn't feel like it was healed now that was for sure. A foot rolled him over and then a hand was pulling his eyelids up, harsh light sending another round of pain through him. Don't flinch, whatever you do don't flinch, he forced himself to look up, to gaze upon his captors with the disdain that flooded every corner of his mind. The man he saw was not who he expected, but did you ever expect to see your HVT right in front of you? If your HVT knew who and where you were there was a problem and he already checked one of those off his list.

Ilya Barandin, Soap blinked for a couple seconds before the man smiled above him, but there was no warmth there, only the cold hard truth that he was internationally, galactically fucked. "I thought I recognized you, you're the one who came to my city and stole my favorite German."

His brows furrowed and he managed to croak out, "What?"

The smile dropped for a moment as he answered, "Konig, it was you on the cameras, I even have a recording. Much like the one I'm going to put of you on the internet for everyone to see."

Fingers pulled him up to his knees and watched the Russian as he moved towards a man holding a camera. His heart jumped as the red light came on, recording him and Ilya both. "Hello," he gave a little wave to the camera, his smile back on his face as he pandered to an audience that would soon be millions. How did he keep it there when he obviously felt no joy? "So you come into my city, take my friends, and don't even have the good manners to say hello first. And you don't stop there, you come to my country next, and think that I won't know?" Ilya paused to take a step back towards him, the dark eyes glancing over his shoulder to lock on to his target before a finger raised, pointing at him. "And you do it, all of it, with the same man? You think I wouldn't recognize the Sergeant John MacTavish? Say hello to the world John, tell your friends and family hello."

Ilya motioned to the camera, and Soap stayed stubbornly silent, even when hand pulled him up on his knees. The Russian sighed and nodded at someone behind him before he saw them come around and a fist slammed into his jaw. Lights flashed behind his eyelids, shit he could smell colors right now he was sure. That was red right there, warm and painful and metallic. His stomach tightened at the urge to puke but he had nothing to expel, instead he felt blood trickle out of his mouth to the cold floor under him. Hands pulled at him again, he had fallen over though he didn't remember hitting the ground. "Say hello John," the man repeated with a glare despite the smile on his face again.

Soap returned the glare up at the man before spitting out, "Fuck off ye daft cunt. I amnae saying shite for you, I don't speak for anyone I speak for myself ya prick." He didn't see the nod from the Russian but he still felt the fist land, on his other side this time, were there two of the bloody bastards?

"You know John we could have a lot of fun, you and I, but not if you are gonna talk like that. Now try again, say hello, I'm sure your team would want to hear it from you, da?" Ilya was watching him with narrowed eyes, don't blink, don't react, just stare straight ahead, give them nothing to go off of.

Soap stayed silent for a couple seconds before finally muttering, "Hello."

It seemed to satisfy the Russian at least as he turned back to the camera. "So you have something I want, and I now have something you very desperately want. How about we trade? You give me back Suheil and, let's say, a million UK pounds for emotional reparations and I'll give you back little John here." Someone handed Ilya a syringe, watching as the man backed up towards him. Soap started to move backwards but hands grabbed his shoulders on both sides and he couldn't escape. "You have four days to get me what I want," the needle slipped into his neck and he watched as the plunger pushed down, the liquid inside emptying into his veins. Everything went blurry and he couldn't keep his eyes open. He tried to work his mouth but all he could do was let out a strained gurgle. And then it all faded, the emptiness of the void protecting him in its womb, for now.

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Soap’s head slumped forward and Ilya pulled the needle out, handing it off to someone. The Russian stared at the camera with his empty smile and kneeled down beside Soap. His fingers grabbed the dark locks and pulled his head up, face blank for the camera now, no longer carrying that telltale look of defiance that was just Johnny. "Four days. Each day you fail to comply, your friend and I will have a chat, nice and long. Don't wait four days, you won't like the outcome. Just ask Konig." The video ended then, Ilya still smiling at the screen.

Ghost felt the rage boiling in his mind, no longer was it a want, it was a need to kill the man. He turned his eyes down quickly to look at the German as the Captain questioned, "What does he mean by ask you Germ?"

Konig was still staring at where the video was, until slowly all gazes turned to him. His green eyes were wrought with disbelief as he answered, "He gave KorTac the same ultimatum, and you saw the aftermath of that. He tortured us for three days, the fourth day he killed us."

The pit in his stomach grew wider when Gaz spoke up then, "We need to get him back, Captain."

"Agreed," Price answered, standing up to look at Laswell. "When can we leave?"

Ghost didn't bother to wait for the woman's answer, he was at the door in a second as he growled out, "Now."

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Eighteen hours and twenty seven minutes since Johnny had been taken. Eighteen hours and twenty seven minutes since the world had shattered around him. Since he’d gazed over the precipice and known he couldn’t do this, couldn’t live without that little bastard annoying him at every turn and constantly being under his feet. Every room in this base had been cleared, every single one and there wasn’t even a trace of the Scotsman to be seen. Watcher had been tasked to their unit and was sitting behind a computer terminal now. Konig, Price, and Gaz were down the hall searching through every file, every piece of physical evidence they could find, for anything that could tell them where Soap was.

The ginger Scotsman behind him stood and said quickly, “I’ve got everything, we can go now.”

Ghost grunted and moved down the hall with Watcher right behind him, “Comin’ in Price.” They turned into the room where the rest of the team was sifting through everything.

The Captain barely even looked up as he skimmed a file before he took a phone out of his vest and snapped pictures of three flight manifests, all claiming multiple passengers on board but not having any names that were of note. He lifted his hand to his radio and his voice came over everyone’s headset, “Laswell, I’ve got three flight manifests here, sending you the pictures now.”

“I’ll start tracking them down now,” the woman said over the comms.

Price motioned for Watcher to get over there, he had become their designated pack mule for the time being since he was already carrying computer hard drives, what difference would a few files make to the Scotsman. He turned the young man around, unzipping his pack and shoving the files inside before he zipped it back up and said, “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Ghost led them out without a word, counting every second in his head that Soap wasn’t there with them. Thoughts focused on a single thing, getting Johnny back and alive in one piece. Not just for his own selfish thoughts but for Soap’s physical and mental wellbeing, so his family never has to bury a son, a brother, or an uncle. Johnny was gonna grow old living whatever life he fantasized about if it was the last thing he did.

A three hour flight out of the country and to the nearest motel they could find much to Ghost’s annoyance, if it were up to him they’d be sniffing that Russian bastard down with or without the intel they needed. But, realistically they had no information on where to go, they had no choice but to wait while Watcher and Laswell worked through all the information they had gotten from the base. Laswell was roomed with Price and Gaz, while Konig, Watcher, and Ghost were shoved into a room together. Laswell tracked the flight numbers down to each of their respective destinations while Watcher sorted through the digitized information.

The German and the Scotsman showered quickly, changing into fresh clothes after getting the gore off of their bodies. Ghost was reluctant to clean the blood off his hands though, to change out of the clothes that had been soaked in the blood of the men who had stolen Soap from them, from him. However, when he caught the German looking at him he let out a gruff, “What’re you lookin at me for?”

Konig’s glare hardened even more before he answered, “Trying to figure out what is going through your head.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed and both men stared at one another for a few seconds, tension building in the room. He half expected to hear a Scottish accent cutting in, breaking their eye contact but it didn’t come. The only Scot here was the ginger typing on his keyboard as he sorted through the data on the hard drives they’d taken with a can of soda sitting on one of the night stands beside him. “It’s none of your fuckin business Konig,” he disappeared into the bathroom, showering quickly and staring at himself in the mirror. He reached a finger up to the scars that were etched across his face. The memory of Johnny doing the same thing flashed through his mind and he dropped his hand to the sink, rocking into it as his knuckles turned white. He gripped it as he tried to hold himself together, to not feel all the emotions trying to flood his mind. His chin fell and hazel eyes closed, head shaking as he forced the emotions back where they belonged.

Twenty four hours and three minutes since he’d been taken, he had to hold it together. Breaking down was not an option, get angry, see red, but do not break down. Ghost pulled his clothes on, hands shaking as he pulled his mask on in the mirror, hiding his face behind the black balaclava. He left the bathroom, throwing his bag on the seat near the door into the room. Watcher was still typing on his laptop, the soda can now gone and replaced by a bottle of water and a bag of chips. Konig had moved to the other side of the bed, elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands. The German looked up at him as he stood at the window, looking out at their truck with one shoulder leaning against the wall. He heard the other man huff and saw his head shake in the reflection of the window before he turned his attention to the reflection of the man on the bed, “I do not understand you.”

He felt a growl rise in his throat as he answered, “Good thing you don’t need to then.”

The German stood up, the bed creaking at the loss of his weight. His head tilted as he watched the Lieutenant, “You act as if you do not care. Why? You obviously cared enough when you tried to beat me for spending the night at his apartment.”

Ghost gritted his teeth, hazel eyes narrowing as he stared at Konig though he still leaned casually against the wall, “I do care. He is my teammate too. What happened the other night was a misunderstanding.”

Konig gave a cynical laugh at that, “Is that what you call it? A misunderstanding? You know as well as I do he was more than a teammate, do not say that quatsch to me Ghost.”

He pushed himself up from the wall then, watching as the German stalked closer now. There was a distinctive lack of typing now, Watcher’s eyes flicking between the two of them nervously. “The bloody hell do you want me to say Konig? That I’m sorry for breaking your nose? I’m not, deal with it.”

The big man was wearing the black mask that Soap had gotten him, the one that didn’t cover his entire face, only his mouth, nose, and part of his cheeks. He could see the way his face reddened, not in a blush but in a deep seated rage. The words flew out of his mouth seemingly without thought, “Du bist eine Verschwendung einer Existenz. Du warst, du bist und du wirst immer eine böse Kreatur sein, die seiner unwürdig ist. Jetzt wirst du nicht mehr geliebt werden.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, “Say it in english, coward.”

The man didn’t hesitate, “You are a waste of an existence. You were, you are and you will always be a nasty creature unworthy of him. Now you won't be loved anymore.”

It finally set him off, he struck out smacking a fist into Konig’s face. He felt the cartilage give under his knuckles, still not completely healed from the last time he’d hit him. The German fell back a couple steps but when Ghost tried to follow it up, arms wrapped around his torso and drove him to the ground and the air was forced from his lungs. He kicked upwards, a foot smacking into hard abdominal muscles but the man didn’t budge. A fist came down at his face, then another, and another. He heard the room door open, catching the sight of ginger hair fleeing the room. Ghost kicked again, pushing Konig up and flipping him over his head. He was scrambling to get on top of him when he heard the door open again. He lashed out with a fist missing his mark when hands grabbed him, pulling him backwards. Ghost roared at the German as he watched the man stand up, trying to fight through the strong arms that had locked around his waist and now had him pinned against the wall.

It was Price’s voice that broke through the red haze in his vision, “Ghost! Stop! Bloody hell mate stop!” Konig stood fists clenching at his sides as the Lieutenant calmed slowly, Laswell and Watcher standing at the door looking between the two men.

Finally he stopped struggling, and growled at the Captain, “I’m fine, let me go.” Slowly Gaz and Price’s arms holding on to him released their tight grip. They were both unsure at first but when he pulled away and stalked to the other side of the room to stand on the other side of the bed. He distanced himself from everyone else and the tensions seemed to subside at least for the moment.

The Captain looked between him and Konig now, “What fuck are you muppets doing? We barely just get here to get some rest and you two are fighting like you’re each other's enemies? Are you fuckin kidding me? Use your fuckin heads!”

Konig was staring hard at Ghost but he didn’t say anything, neither in German or English. The Lieutenant had to break the silence, “We’re fine Price. Disagreement.”

The brunette shook his head, noticing for the first time he wasn’t wearing a beanie or the boonie hat. Soap would have had a field day with that, he never would have shut up about it. “No, I've had enough of whatever this is between you two. But we are a man down and a minute short we do not have the resources to be fighting right now. Shelf whatever the fuck is wrong with the both of you and deal with it after we get Soap back. Get your head out of your asses.” The Captain shot a glare at Konig and said, “You’re changing rooms Germ, get your shite. Gaz you’re in here with Watcher and the other big bastard.”

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Twenty five hours and forty two minutes since Soap had been taken. He couldn’t sleep and it wasn’t just because of Gaz’s loud snores, and Watcher having yet to close his laptop as he imagined Laswell in the other room was doing the same thing. When the typing stopped it took his mind a second to realize the absence before his eyes shot to the ginger who was staring at his screen, fingers paused over the keys as if time had frozen. “What’s wrong,” his deep voice rasped out, throat dry and cracking, as he took his eyes off of the truck for the first time that night other than his fight with Konig anyway. Watcher still didn’t move, frozen, and for a moment he thought he might be sleeping and just hadn’t realized it. He lifted the sleeve of his shirt, pinching the skin hard enough that it would undoubtedly bruise later. Everything stayed the same, the streetlight outside still flickered and the occasional car still chugged by slowly on the road outside. He asked his question again, raising the volume of his voice then, “What’s wrong, Watcher?”

Blue eyes found his face before the man finally answered, “There’s another video.” He felt like he’d been punched in the gut, the urge to panic trying to set in as he actively smothered it again. They were supposed to have four days. Twenty five hours and forty seven minutes, that wasn’t four days.

---------- (Soap POV)

The sedative wore off slowly, the dark world around him coming into focus groggily and it didn’t help that he was shivering so hard his teeth were clicking together. The concrete room was literally freezing and he felt, was he wet? He tried to move his toes but he couldn’t tell if they responded or not, he couldn’t feel them. He’d lost the pants and shirt he’d been wearing on his last mission, replaced by a thin pair of pants and an even thinner t-shirt all that clung to him, while the wet fabric chafed his skin.

Blue eyes scanned the room, his body spasming in an attempt to generate heat, far past just shivering now. Soap slid himself backwards until his back hit a wall, analyze your surroundings and get your bearings. There was nothing to analyze though, he was in a lightless room and his hands and feet were still tied. He didn’t manage to stay upright long though as he trapped his fingers between his thighs and his shoulder smacked against the cold concrete floor. Every surface sapped his warmth, whatever his shivering was creating didn’t stick long in his limbs.

It was timeless sitting in the dark, draped in wet clothes. When the door finally opened and light filtered into the room he couldn’t summon the energy to move, only his eyes could find the two men who stepped inside. Puffs of air were visible in the light as they grabbed him by the arms, dragging him out of what he feared might soon be his tomb. He continued to shiver even as they pulled him through the heated sections of whatever building they were in. Eyes examined every surface, trying to find something, anything of import he could use to his advantage.

When they lifted him up over a step and then threw him down he realized he was in the same room as last time. His body couldn’t stop shaking even when the Russian rolled him to his back with that same empty smile staring down at him. “Good morning, John, did you sleep well?” Soap stared up at him, he opened his mouth to answer but he couldn’t get the words out past his chattering teeth. “You should have said you needed a blanket if you were cold, your poor lips are turning blue. Oh and apologies for the wet clothes, you smelt like shit, so I told the men to give you a bath.” Ilya turned to look at the camera, nodding to the man who was behind it before the red light turned on and he knew he was being recorded for the whole world to see again.

The Russian spread his hands and shook his head as he paced in front of the camera. “One day down and poor John I have to tell you, I really thought your friends would care more about you. See I was even kind enough not to hurt your teammate 141, and you repay that kindness with silence. So John,” dark eyes looked down at him as he signaled with a hand to the men who had brought him here. He heard a chair slide across the floor before hands lifted him under his arms and sat his still helplessly shivering body into the chair. He knew he would have fallen over again if it wasn’t for the hands of the two men holding him in place. Ilya leaned down beside him as he looked at the camera, “Looks like we have to have that talk.”

The tape on his hands was cut and the men pulled his arms away from where he had been warming his frozen fingers in between his thighs, or at least attempting to. He opened his mouth, sucking in cold air that chilled him even further before he growled out, “Go stick…yer dick…in a blender.” He felt his hands press back together as he was rebound, and then his ankles were taped to the legs of the chair.

Ilya’s smile turned into a smirk then and his head tilted, “Where is Suheil, John?” Soap was finally getting his shivering under control, staring at Ilya with clear defiance. “If I ask again you wont like the way I do it. Don’t make your team watch that, I hate to be the bad guy.” The Scotsman stayed silent, even when the Russian sighed and gestured to the men who moved the chair closer to the camera. Ilya pulled his own chair forward, taking a seat beside him as a knife was handed to him. He tested the blade for a moment with the tips of his fingers before he glanced up at him again, “Where is Suheil, John?” Soap stared forward, not saying anything even as the knife neared his leg. The thin fabric cut like butter under the knife, exposing two huge gashes, one in his thigh and the other in his calf. They were both angry, red, and puffy and undoubtedly were infected by now.

“We should get you something for that, don’t you think?” Fingers pressed against the torn flesh and the small shivers still going through him hid the flinch he couldn’t stop. The fingers slid into the flesh, digging in as blood coated the man’s hand and wrist. His hand disappearing deeper than any foreign object should have been able to go. He felt like a worm was burrowing into his muscle. Soap couldn’t take in a full breath, his face contorting despite his best effort to control his expression. His breath halted when another finger pressed into the open wound, digging around like he was searching for something, “Just gotta make sure the dog didn’t leave anything behind, you understand da?”

Blue eyes turned to glare at the man, his breath shallowing even more at the pain, “Aye I understand.” He paused to strangle a groan in his throat before continuing, “I understand that every girlfriend or wife you’ve ever had walks away disappointed. Your fingers couldn’t satisfy the tightest woman on the planet and I’m sure anyone who has ever been with you is looser than your mother was the day she pushed out yer big head.” Ilya’s eyes narrowed at him and he added in a growl that could rival even Ghost’s, “The least you could do is play some bloody music so I don’t have to sit here listenin to your pre-pubescent voice, or maybe some fuckin earmuffs that’d be nice.” The knife struck out without thought, the pain in his thigh blinded like the sun. Despite it though, and despite his shaking head and muffled groans, he was laughing. He, the dead man, the victim, was sitting here torturing his captor mentally just as much as he was receiving physically. Wasn’t that some backwards shit?

---------- (Ghost POV)

Shut up Johnny, just shut your mouth for once in your fuckin life. The video went on for fifteen minutes, Soap’s emasculating and berating comments flying out so fast he was sure the Russian was going to cut out his tongue before it was through. He noticed just how bad his stomach hurt, the bile rising in his throat with every cut of the blade across once unmarred skin. Skin he had marked to hell once, skin he had claimed as his. “He’s cold,” the voice broke him away from the picture at the end of the video. Soap’s head once more hanging forward after being sedated with whatever fuckin drug they were shoving into him.

“What does that even mean?” Gaz asked, turning a questioning look over at Konig who was standing just barely in front of Ghost.

Konig leaned back, fingers lacing behind his head as he remembered what he had been through with the Russian. “When he had us he used the environment, the heat in my case, to try and break us psychologically,” a finger tapped against his temple as he indicated what he meant. “He put us into what turned into a sauna, packed together and radiating heat, sun beating on us every morning and evening while he tortured us through the afternoon. He used the desert to break us.”

Something in Laswell’s mind seemed to click and she nodded slowly agreeing with the German, “You think he’s doing the same thing to Soap.” She disappeared for a few seconds, returning with her laptop from the other room as she opened the files that Price had sent her from the last base. “One plane flew to Brazil, where it is currently summer so going off of what Konig is saying we can strike it off the list. Another plane took off to Estonia, and the other landed in Ukraine. It could be either one, John.” She turned her gaze to the Captain, neither one certain they wanted to make this decision.

Finally, Price steeled him as he made his decision and said, “Ukraine is more likely, we’ll go there first. Pack up boys, we’re leaving.”

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