#he is trying to contact you about your car’s extended warranty

[pinktrashgoblin]

Lycan canonically eats dirt so this happened naturally

Hell’s Kitchen but it’s just him bullying blix over not knowing how to prepare dirt to his standards

[pinktrashgoblin]

Sweet Treesus he is not getting out of this alive

I love

Cube when they find the corrupted gang, probably:

Last part of the cuda cat saga for the day.

Barracuda design by: @pinktrashgoblin

Request and photo by: @theemmedraws and their cat

[muren-art]

He's been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty

[neoarchipelago]

Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!

A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.

Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...

Sleep token - Alkaline

I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.

Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions. 

So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill. 

No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks. 

Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that? 

"Konig?" Price called. 

Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes. 

"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips. 

That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do. 

He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge. 

"Konig?" 

He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed. 

"Konig…" you repeated. 

"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain. 

"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?" 

He blinked. 

"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language. 

"Hum.." 

He noticed. Chuckling a bit. 

"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally. 

"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again. 

His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him. 

"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured. 

You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip. 

So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed. 

After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince. 

The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance. 

"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm. 

Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty. 

A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up. 

It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip. 

"Konig…" you called. 

It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet. 

"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder. 

His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding. 

"Konig!" Your voice rang louder. 

This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back. 

"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes. 

Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control. 

It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos. 

The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage. 

"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him. 

Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke. 

"Konig… it's over." You called out. 

He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you. 

His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver. 

"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you. 

"K..Konig…" 

He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.

Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him. 

Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left. 

"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked. 

Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk. 

"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" . 

Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him. 

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled. 

Price sighed loudly. 

"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded. 

"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away." 

Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later. 

You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool. 

Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away. 

The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend. 

"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said. 

Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head. 

"You're so stubborn." Ghost added. 

"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished. 

Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down. 

"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow. 

Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again. 

"She's not yours." Ghost added. 

Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you. 

You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…

You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt. 

"Konig." You warned. 

His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second. 

"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest. 

"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away. 

You turned to Konig, crossing your arms. 

"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown. 

"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words. 

Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene. 

"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped. 

"Y/N.." he started. 

"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again. 

Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going. 

Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too. 

"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away. 

When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig. 

"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will." 

Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock- 

He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech. 

"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window. 

You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly. 

"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice. 

You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you. 

You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place. 

"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again. 

"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated. 

"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms. 

He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel. 

"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue. 

"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed. 

"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine. 

"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.

"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound. 

"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers. 

"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile. 

"Never." He growled. 

You smiled. 

"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away. 

"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you. 

A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle. 

"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled. 

You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further. 

"Let's go…" you said softly. 

The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again. 

You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast. 

You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig. 

And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled… 

You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you. 

And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you. 

In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted. 

Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin. 

The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig. 

"Konig…" you called softly. 

His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed. 

You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you. 

"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan. 

"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured. 

"Not… fully…" he mumbled. 

You blinked, heat rushing through your body. 

"K-konig…" you stuttered. 

He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you. 

"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast. 

"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…" 

You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.

"Yes…" you whispered in a breath. 

His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs. 

"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you. 

"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined. 

His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying. 

You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone. 

"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes. 

"Of course…" you giggled. 

The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core. 

"K..Konig…" you begged. 

He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds. 

"Konig!" You scolded, impatient. 

He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit. 

The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.

His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged. 

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat. 

Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps. 

He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck. 

"Good boy…" you let out. 

He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant. 

"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined. 

You bit your lip, nodding. 

"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best. 

"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you. 

You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees. 

He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you. 

"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip. 

You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better. 

He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him. 

"Please… Konig…" you whined as well. 

He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back. 

"Konig… please…" you urged. 

He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face. 

"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck. 

It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again. 

"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…"  he moaned in your ear. 

You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him. 

You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him. 

You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly. 

"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck. 

You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking. 

His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body. 

"Mine.." 

 

In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together. 

He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck. 

But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world. 

"Konig…" you whispered. 

He hummed happily, eyes squinting. 

"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter. 

"Oh liebling… I love you…" 

[itzzaira]

@justalittleobsessed (cabin 15) and @languajix (cabin 14) can't BELIEVE Raphaels are going around and causing chaos! Now only if they could find their Michelangelos...

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

"Hello?" Poor Leonardo had been the one to find the shell- the guy had no awareness whatsoever sadly. Or a joke-radar. Sure, he could make jokes. But spotting the jokes of others?

When he saw the shell on the ground, he had picked it up- it was different. It was a pretty shell. Humans always saved pretty shells, right? Not to mention, Donatello would certainly love it. So he had picked it up.

In movies, the leader had always seen humans hold the shell to their ears- to listen for sea sounds. Curious if it was true, he held it to his ears. Instead, he heard the following.

"We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty."

"...My what?" He looked confused, then looked around. Car? Did it mean the turtle tank? But the turtle tank wasn't here. How had they found out about the turtle tank? The tank wasn't even his, it was Donnie's. "Hello?"

"..." Leo, who stood behind him, crossed his arms, unimpressed. Wondering if he should tell Leonardo that he clearly fell victim to a prank- but decided against it. He snickered when the elder looked even more lost. Leonardo had great puns and jokes, that was true- but pranks? He took things too literal, sadly. Always on guard.

For a moment, he caught sight of the two Raphaels- and had to cover his mouth to stifle his laughter. He was not about to ruin their joke, after all.

"..." lost, Leonardo lowered the shell. Was he supposed to be concerned? "...Did our turtle tank get teleported here too?"

Leo just quietly patted his back in response. He couldn't help but laugh at the face his counterpart made.

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

[pinktrashgoblin]

YEAAAAAAAAAH!

I had fun doing this, your part turned out so well omfg

I am so happy grr bark bark bark

LUCID TRAVELLER

Collab with @pinktrashgoblin

Heavily based off Lucid Traveller by Akira Complex (rip) vs. 3R2

BONUS ALT VERSION FOR ALL THE CORE FANS OUT THERE

[isa-ghost]

Hm ok not sure how to write this post but it's a fun thing and I've been wanting to gush about it for weeks. Uhhh

Achievement Unlocked: Finally found something that's pushed me closer to agnostic than atheist??

Basically, I was seeing an obnoxious, totally inexplicable amount of hawks and corvids in my area irl, especially whenever I was stressed. So I asked all my witchy friends about it (one was straight up born into a coven, it's fuckin sick 🤩) and they sent me some stuff those animals symbolize.

And then I asked about what deities/entities they're associated with. They sent me a short list, so I started looking into each one to see if I felt a strong pull to any of them. One of them was Apollo, the Greek God of [A Lot of Cool Shit]. Right away, I clicked with him. The god of truth, prophecy, healing, the arts. It's all stuff that matters a lot to me. I especially found it fascinating he's said to be a protector of the young, and I, a psych major, want to be a therapist of some sort (read: healer) specifically for teenagers. He's also Known for being incredibly bisexual, and even though I'm pan, my sexuality is still a huge part of me. And a lot of other things about him clicked with me too, both big things like my career goal and my identity, and small insignificant things like the fact that he's a Sun God and I'm a Fire Sign. There were way too many coincidences and connections I was making to myself while reading about him to just think nothing of it. Most damning of all, hawks and corvids are said to be his messengers. If that wasn't a "Hello Isa I've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty" moment, I don't know what is. So I said fuck it, I'm gonna give working with him the way my witchy friends work with their deities/entities a try.

It's been like three weeks now? And I haven't done much but I'm really happy about the concept of it all. I see hawks and crows a lot still, especially when I'm stressed or upset (One morning I was getting roadrage omw to school and I shit you not, I watched a hawk land on a street lamp and there was a crow sitting on the very next one. I couldn't help but laugh). I got myself a necklace with a crow on it because I don't really have a space to do formal practice type stuff. And last night I had my wife do a tarot reading for me, and the gist of it was "you have a budding relationship, it's a good thing and it'll help you, nurture it with all the creative freedom you like and be chill about it." Which is basically what I've already been doing.

But my favorite part of this wild ass development is that I realized while reading up on Apollo that my whole life I've thought of or spoke about something and then it either happened or something related to it would suddenly show up in my life right after. I don't believe in ✨️manifesting✨️ and holy shit I'm not calling myself psychic whatsoever, but this weird coincidence thing has been happening to me as long as I can remember and I've been noticing it even more after looking up Apollo, both irl and in my dreams. I think Apollo's dodgeball being my favorite Tumblr meme before this all happened to me is making a comedic amount of sense now.

I'm still pretty skeptical of most religious practices because I just. Am one of those people, I guess. And I had Catholicism shoved down my throat by my dad as a kid, AND I'm queer, so I have a Bad relationship with the concept of religion as it is. But this feels right, and it's fascinating to me, and the idea that these weird happenstances in my life could be a figure that represents several things that make up my core values and my identity trying to get my attention feels really touching. It feels like something wanted my attention so badly, and I've been happier since I gave it a chance.

TLDR: After consulting my witchy friends about some weird shit that keeps happening to me irl, I did some light research and figured out I feel a strong connection to the god Apollo. He represents a lot of things that matter to me and the concept has made me a lot happier recently. And I'm pretty sure he's given me minor dodgeball privileges. I'm finally invested in some form of religious practice, and best of all its one I kinda get to just make my own because it's not an organized one.

So if yall need a dodgeball thrown at something, maybe I got you. 👈🏻👀👈🏻

[lashysdomain]

Sing me a Song of Scrutiny

Book of Songs Solitude | Sympathy | Success | Scrutiny | Sentiment: Saccharine • Shattered | Severing

The night after Artinos' win has been one of the best he's had in a long time- well, you know, other than ACTUALLY winning. 

Apologies and understanding had been reached the night before, along with the plans for celebration. Arti wanted to let his crew go get a good rest in order to party as hard as they could the next night, with Justya having planned the place and time for everyone.

The past few hours had been spent at a high end bar- one of the few Arti hasn't been kicked out of for his weird requests- and as the evening wound down those still up for it made their way to a bowling alley.

Flopping down in their lanes seating Arti takes a deep breath, combing hands through his curled hair; it’s already lost a lot of its bounce, but with how quickly it usually leaves his straight hair he's happy it's even there at all. Just as he's settling into his rest the harsh buzzing of phone against plastic startles him, his crew glancing back at their boss to make sure he's alright before returning to the game.

Fumbling the phone out of his pocket Arti answers, getting up and walking away to take the call in a more private area to not bother the others.

"Hello?"

"Ah- Good. You're still alive," Arti's heart skips a beat hearing the voice on the other end, putting a hand to his mouth to hide that he's smiling. "I've been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty."

The violet laughs, leaning against a wall while his hand plays with one of the dying curls. "Yeah? That's all? You okay Isatol?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to check on you since you've been out for so long. I tried to call you a few times earlier but I never got a response, so I got worried."

Oh, right. His phone had rung at the bar an hour into the festivities, but he'd just silenced it. Probably would have been smarter to at least text the person back, oops.

"Ah- Yeah, we were only just getting started... I forgot you don't go to this kinda thing... I'll probably still be here for a few hours."

"Oh.... Alright." Isatol's disappointment is obvious, words briefly catching in Arti's throat at the thought. "Just make sure you come back soon, alright Artinos?"

He stiffens slightly- Isatol always calls him Arti- almost never his full name. Is he that upset? Maybe it has been long enough... Maybe he should go back home.... Isatol asked so nicely, after all....

Wait, but he didn't actually, did he? He didn't ask... Why did he think Isatol had asked him to come home? If anything it sounded like a statement-

The sound of something clicking through the phone snaps Arti out of his momentary brain jumble. "Ah... Y.. Yeah, just a little longer, promise."

Hanging up without a second thought the disoriented feeling the call leaves Arti with brings him back over to his crews lane, slumping back down into his previous seat still looking at his phone on the missed calls screen. Jeez…. One hundred and seventy nine calls? What was Isatol thinking?

"Arti?" Justya's voice startles him, the violet giving her a big silly grin of reassurance but his moirail isn't so easily tricked by the usual idiocy. "Who was that on the phone?"

"Oh uh... It was Isatol.... He was worried because I've been out so long."

"I mean… yeah, we're out celebrating your first win. What'd he think, we'd say hi, do a cheer, and be done?" They roll their eyes, dropping into the seat beside him with a huff. "Clingy much…"

Arti laughs, slinging an arm over his rails shoulders and pulling them close for a half hug. "Yeah yeah.... He's not used to me being out ya know? I'm usually either training or at home.... He tried to call earlier, and didn't get an answer so that's probably part of it..."

"Yeah well he's gonna have to get used to it if he's serious about you," their tone gives way from disdain to annoyance, something Arti's gotten used to hearing when the topic of his mate comes up, "If you start placing high more and more we're going to be in the spotlight, taking on bigger races. You're only going to get busier."

"I'm already busy, silly. He knows most of what I do is always work…. I should probably head back soon though… If I actually play I'm absolutely going to make an idiot out of myself.."

Justya shakes her head, grabbing Arti by the arm to drag him to his feet. "Nuh uh, you're staying and going to look stupid with the rest of us. This is a party for you as much as for us. You're the one behind the wheel."

Whining Arti tries to pull away back to the safety of his seat, lips puckering inward as he thinks of something and struggles to not burst out laughing. "Noooo! You can't do this to me! I'm good with wheels, not balls!"

"I can and will. You're playing at least 1 game." The fact Justya can't contain their own amusement breaks the thin veil keeping his laughter inside, the poor idiot stumbling forward onto the lane, one of the crew shoving a ball into his arms.

Maybe going home can wait for a while.

But he asked so nicely…

[ashtonisvibing]

Chase: Hey Anti!

Anti, slowly turns around and twtiches slightly, tilting his head and staring in silence

Chase: Are you human?

Anti, slowly smiles with big rows of teeth, pointy ear moves, hovers above the floor eyes blacking out, in cheery tone

"I'M SORRY, I can’t answer that right now!"

JHKGFDGXHKJH:IKHCKGL:

oh god this gives me the idea of anti like- speaking through those stupid automated call responses

or like commercials where it's like... "call this number now to...", you know what i'm talking about?

even better if he stitches the words and lines together to try to make complete sentences

but his favorite is menacingly floating to chase while speaking in the most sickeningly sweet voice possible:

"we're calling to contact you about your car's extended warranty"

he's a fucking menace

[nightmaresaskblog]

He's been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty for quite some time now

[inkdemon-whore]

Ink Demon: *Pressed up against the Miracle Stations door* I'm here t' talk 'bout yer cars extended warranty.

Henry/Audrey: *Pure terror*

the ink demon, looming around, passing the miracle station, hears someone sigh.....

he comes back, looks directly into the peeping hole, and whispers: "I've been trying to get in contact with you about your cars extended warranty."

he then proceeds to reach right in the lil hole and grab their face

[pinktrashgoblin]

”Home sweet home.”

In a surprise to exactly zero humans, Blix won the vote on my poll post, so here he is in his hometown again :)

I’ve started using 3D models to assist with the buildings so I’m taking some time to flex on it, so have this goofball!

[shadowofroses]

Oh my gorsh.

So I'm laying here trying to sleep.

So I'm getting an idea of Reader having a Cloning quirk similar to Twice's in fact related in someway. However they were lifeless clones. You were never able to figure out a way to make it useful to be a Hero, so you cloned objects, Priceless artifacts, and you went to sell them.

Hero Commission tries to contact you in regards of a Job. However Restricted Number. You ignore it. If it's important they can leave a voicemail right?

The next day Hawks Sweeps down and picks you up and flies straight into the air, SASSILY and trying to make the "Kidnapping" lighthearted. Never intended to kidnap but he had to make sure he had your attention. "Hey! So we've been trying to contact you about your extended car warranty!"

Reader sputters confused, takes it seriously, "I don't have a car...."

"Not the point!"

Now this could be related to catching forgers etc, or Cloning a Hero's body. Who knows.

But for some reason Hawks pulling the Extended Car Warranty line is living rent free in my head.

[kunikame]

im doing good too !! jsut finished robbing people who got wanderer and threatening their life force :3 (/j) BEFAUDE IM TOTALLY NOT HYV'S FAVORITE CHILD AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY. I'VE BEEN SERVING THEM FOR 3 YRS WHY. WHY WON'T HE COME TO ME.

also shh they're communicating

HELP?? was that u vacuuming out my life force. give it back pls. i barely had any to begin with.

HE WILL COME. ILL SACRIFICE MINE ILL THROW HIM OFF A CLIFF JUST SO U CAN GET ONE

"u got.. u got games on ur pho-"

"-weve been trying to contact you about your cars extended warranty."

[lili-loves-whump]

You slip down the stairs, running a hand over the banister. Your nose crinkles. “Dusty,” you mutter.

Somewhere behind you, a shuffling of footsteps. It is barely midnight, and yet every human in the house had already floated off to bed. You squint into the darkness, trying to see the figure in front of you.

“Tomorrow,” it booms, the floor shaking beneath your feet, “you need to contact about your car’s extended warranty.”

You smile brightly at the shadow. He can see you, you know that much. He advances, but you continue to wipe the stair’s banister with your sleeve, relishing the cool thrill that ripples through your bones as his translucent body passes through your mortal one.

You hop down the last step and round a corner, shutting the linen-closet door with your hip. No matter how hard you slam it, it never makes a sound (unless it is 2:07pm- then it will). It was a good anger management tool (unless it is 2:07pm).

Someone taps you on the shoulder, and you push the arm away as you slowly make your way to the kitchen. The floor creaks in a melodious way, and you hum along to the out-of-key Jingle Bells the floors play. You swat another hand away, rolling your eyes at the giggle, and begin to chop up a cucumber left out of the kitchen bench. You don’t bother with a light- the moon illuminates the place you stand whenever you walked through the house.

“Oh Dott,” you sing, eyes sweeping the kitchen, “Poppy? Where y’all at?”

You toss the diced cucumber onto the ground, smiling slightly as it fizzles and disappears in a puff of smoke. “Oh, that must be a new word!” a soft voice says in your ear. You keep your eyes straight ahead and nod. “Well, you must tell us what it means!”

You whisper softly- the younger half of the quadruplets were much quieter and more easily startled than their older counterparts. “It’s a combination of ‘you’ and ‘all’. It’s used a lot in America.”

“America!” An older, more playful voice scoffs, “Germans rarely use American language.”

Another spirit seemed to nod, but you aren’t entirely sure. Jane doesn’t speak at all- you’re half convinced she’s mute, but never brought attention to the matter.

“Colonisation, remember? Diversity- any of those words ring a bell? Now, who was it keeping me awake?”

You drop the knife into the sink and wash your hands of any vegetable residue. The living room lamp flickers on and off for a few seconds. You chuckle. “Dott, was it? You girls are crazy.”

More giggling. Tonight, they seem more confident. You smile slightly, remembering the first time Kate bothered to say anything, an awkward string of old English dialect.

You climb the stairs, noting the dust that had re-accumulated on the banister. More taps on the shoulder; someone even swishes your ponytail. You don’t react, heart warmed that the spirits were finally warming up to you.

You give Mr. Tickles a wider birth than usual, his red eyes piercing a hole through your happy thoughts. You nod in respect, and if a spider could nod back, it would. You reach for your bedroom door as a sickening crunch echoes through the area.

Mr. Tickles is gone when you turn back around, but you know he’ll be back for walks later. You pull open the door- unlike the linen-closet downstairs, your bedroom insists on groaning loudly if you even look at it.

“Goodnight, Dott,” you whisper harshly into the empty hall. Something shiny wriggles in the edge of your vision. Despite the dark, you wave in it’s direction. “Goodnight, Jane, Kate, Poppy. The kids will come with me to get our car checked tomorrow, but after that, y’all and the Wall People can play in the basement, okay?”

You don’t wait for a reply- you know they heard.

The creaky door shuts, and you climb into bed, the once loud house now filled with sleep and playful silence.

You live in a very haunted house, but it’s not that bad. The voices in the basement remind you of your laundry and tell you to check the boiler, the rat size talking spider keeps the pests away and is a pretty good therapist, and the victorian ghost children are great friends with your kids.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

Obey Me Dateables as Cute Shit my S/O Does

Diavolo

Helps you cook (despite not knowing how)

L O O K. Diavolo is trying his best okay? Is his best very good? That’s besides the point. He tries to be as helpful as possible. Will offer to get the ingredients out for you, and then ask what it is and what it looks like. Honestly, you may as well be cooking with an oversized toddler but its so much fun you don’t mind.

Barbatos

Holds your hand in any and every situation

When I say Barbatos is always holding your hand, I mean Always. You wake up holding hands. You have breakfast holding hands. You walk to RAD holding hands. You fall asleep holding hands. You have Spicy time holding hands. Will also kiss your hand, often. He just likes you being there.

Simeon

Makes you list good things about yourself

If you have any issues with self esteem or self worth, it is now Simeon’s Mission in life to help you see through those. His favourite way of doing this is to make you list at least 5 things you like about yourself every morning. Afterwards, he’ll list (at least) an extra 5 things he loves about you.

Solomon

Refuses to have your contact name as anything cute/serious

When I say your contact name in this man’s D.D.D is dumb I am not exaggerating. Solomon changes your contact name at Least once a month, just to annoy you. Some examples include; Settings, My Car’s Extended Warranty, Don’tYouDareChangeMyNameAgain, ISwearIfYouChangedMyContactToSayGarlicBreadI’mBreakingUpWithYou, Garlic Bread. Someone have mercy on you because Solomon certainly won’t.

BONUS: Luke as Things my Little Brothers Do

Eats all of your sweets and then gets really upset over it

He didn’t mean to eat them all okay?? You offered him a few and he accepted, but they were So Good. He just couldn’t stop!! When Luke realises he ate them all on you he is Devastated. He thinks that he is The Worst and needs to make it up to you Immediately. Apologies to you in tears, buys you twice as much with his own money and still doesn’t think it’s enough. If you don’t forgive him you’re a monster /hj