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fairylightsinthemist · 1 month

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Percy Jackson X Aphrodite!fem!reader? Maybe some cute scenario like.. skincare nights, shopping together, reader doing skincare/makeup on Percy? I’m not sure.. whatever you think is best!!💞🐥

Well yes! Thanks for the request, anon. 🩵

Night In with Percy

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite! Reader

When Camp season was off, you always went back home to your Dad. Your house was awesome, and it usually was pretty safe from monsters. You lived in upstate New York so it was pretty rural and quiet. A perfect place for a Demigod.

Percy was able to spend the night one night, and you were super excited. You planned everything out. You ordered pizza, had lots of movies and games set up, and you were ready to show Percy some things that were routine to children of Aphrodite.

You heard a knock on your door. You fixed your hair and patted down your shirt, and opened the door to see Percy’s handsome face. His arms instantly wrapped around your waste and he kissed your cheek as you hugged. “I’m so happy you’re here!” You gushed, moving back to look into his eyes. “Me, too. I’ve never had a sleepover before. And it’s with my girlfriend? I keep winning.” Percy said as he walked in, wiping his shoes on the carpet.

“Hey, Percy. Y/n has told me a lot about you. It’s great to finally see you!” Your dad said from the kitchen as he poured soda into some cups and set our plates. The pizza got to your house about five minutes before Percy came. “It’s good to meet you, Mr. L/n” Percy said, sort of nervous. You side-eyed him and laughed, and took his bag from him. Dropping it on a chair, you led Percy over to the pizza. It looked so good, and you and Percy got super full.

After pizza, you wanted to watch a movie. So, you let Percy pick the movie since it was his first spend the night party, and you two cuddled on the couch. He laid his head on your lap, and you played with his curls as you watched, Percy loving the feeling of his hands on you. You looked down at his face and thought of how lucky you were. He felt the same way about you, too.

Once the movie had finished it was about 8 pm, so you thought it would be the perfect time to spring a fun idea on Percy. “So, you know how my mom is Aphrodite and we are all about beauty and that includes makeup…” You started, pacing around your room. Percy looked at you and smiled. “Y/n, what are you fixing to get me into?” He laughed. You showed him your makeup collection, and he gasped. “Makeovers?” Percy asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Please, please! I need to practice.” You pouted, looking at Percy. He couldn’t say no to you, you having the power of persuasion and all. “Okay, okay. But make it a blue theme.” Percy said as he sat.

Percy didn’t like the feeling of the wet beauty blender, nor the feeling of the tweezers, and he couldn’t stay still for the eyeliner. But besides that, he actually looked really good. “Are you sure you don’t want this as a normal look? You look fabulous.” You said in all honesty. You gave him a blue eye look, a nice cut crease, and dark red lips to top it off. Percy kept looking at his face in the mirror and cocking his eyebrow. You rolled your eyes and snapped a few selfies, and Percy kept admiring himself.

“Now, we have to wash the makeup off.” You said, and Percy frowned. “But it looks really good, Y/n.” Percy argued jokingly. You laughed and led him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna show you my skincare routine.” You said, all your products lined up. “First, I’ll give you some cleansing balm…” you said, and began rubbing it all over his face. Percy scrunched his face and made a ‘pluey’ sound, and you let him look at all the makeup smeared on his face. You guys couldn’t stop laughing. He rinsed it off, then you let him use your cleanser, toner, and moisturizer. His skin was practically glowing. “I look freaking awesome.” Percy said, touching his face. You looked like a proud mom. “I knew you’d like it.” You boasted.

Once you guys had showered and changed into your pajamas, you climbed into bed together. “This is our first time being in the same bed.” Percy said, kind of awkwardly. He smiled at you. “If you kick me, it’s over, Jackson.” You joked. He frowned and looked very offended. “I wouldn’t do such a thing! And if you snore, it’s over, L/n.” Percy shot back, trying to hide his smile. You both shoved each other lightly and laughed.

You yawned, a sudden wave of tiredness washing over you. “Y/n….” Percy started quietly. “Yeah, Perce?” You asked. “I really had fun tonight. I never really got to experience this stuff as a kid, the sleepovers and all that stuff. I’m glad you’re showing me what normal looks like.” Percy said, looking serious. Your insides felt warm, and you smiled. “Of course. We have to do this more. Thank you for showing me what an amazing boyfriend looks like.” You said back, kissing him.

Percy kissed back with a sweetness, his thumb stroking your cheek as he held your face. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, and that drove you crazy. After a while, you broke apart. You settled into his chest, your leg thrown over his side. He held you in his arms, and you both shut your eyes, sleep carrying you away into bliss.

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andy-wm · 2 months

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https://x.com/natsukoginko/status/1816465748979560957

What's jikookers explanation about these lyrics ? WHO isn't written by him I agree but Be Mine is.

Lovers come and go through my heart.

So you are saying he doesn't have a crush because he's in a long term commited relationship with his bandmate but he falls in love with different people every other day ?

Thank you Anon, for including me in what i assume is widespread spamming of all the Jikook accounts.

When you send these asks, do you think Jikookers are crushed by the devastating blow of a question like this?

I'm going to tell you a secret... Don't tell anyone else but I LOVE getting these asks.

I have a quiet laugh, not only at the foolish things you ask me, but also at the energy you spend interacting with Jikook content. Anon, have you considered what this means for your algorithm?

And really, all you're doing is giving me an excuse to post MORE about Jikook. Well, since I love posting about Jikook this is no great hardship for me. In fact...

Thank you for handing me the mic.

💛💜🐥🐰💛💜🐰🐥💛💜🐰🐥💛💜

So, about the lyrics:

Lovers come and go in and out of my heart

Using this - a single line from one song on the album - to try to disprove a long term relationship seems a little desperate honestly. But I'll play along.

I'm going to skip over the aesthtic writing considerations like poetic licence, rhythm, the sound of words in different tenses, the way vowels change in singing etc.

The most obvious answer is....

... it's just not logical to assume Jimin wrote every word of this song sonce there are SIX other people credited as writers. And consider also that these are English lines and English isn't one of Jiminie's strengths.

I'm going to guess that the English speaking writers might have tweaked or even contributed the English lines. Because that just makes sense.

They're not likely to be writing the Korean lines, are they?

Now, feel free to enjoy these beautiful photos of Jimin and his bro-pal-bandmate-buddy, Jungkook....

💜🥰💛

you're welcome

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rodolfoparras · 8 months

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My brain has been working over drive and now I cant stop thinking about price just innocently trying to coax his partner to come home by wearing their clothes and sending picture of himself in them just pleading with them in the caption all because he misses them.

Im fully feral for this man and I dont think it will stop :)

-🐥 anon

Okay but every day I think about being as big and broad as Price maybe just a wee bit taller so it’s enough for your shirts to be stretched around his frame but long enough to obscure the sight of his cock that’s hard and weeping between his legs

And Price knows what he’s doing when he sends a close up pic of his upper half, dressed in one of your t shirts, a tattered old thing with holes that show off the flurry hairs dusted on his chest, stretched out from years of wearing it so much so it’s spilling over one of his shoulders, maybe even exposing enough skin to show an old tattoo he’s got in his early teenage years

He’s even made sure to crop it close enough where you’ll see a glimpse of his happy trail, wisps of golden curls that you know stretch all the way down to his legs , and that’s enough for you to know that he’s either wearing your shirt and briefs or just your shirt and nothing else with it

He will purposely write something like ‘didn’t have anything to wear today since I’m doing laundry hope that’s okay x’

Maybe you’d actually believe his act if you didn’t know him so well, if this was at the beginning of your relationship where he was rather shy and timid about anything but a lot of time has passed since then, and he’s grown more confident, has learned just how crazy you are about him, and uses that very same knowledge to his advantage

He’s got a smile on his face as he goes about his day, all while eagerly waiting for you to message him and when you do so it’s something along the lines of ‘is that my shirt?’ even though you want to say something more but you sure love playing this little game you got going on and he’s like “this?” and angles the phone to his lower half before snapping a shot, his hard cock protruding through the thin material, light fabric sporting a dark spot

You don’t even get a chance to reply before he’s sending a second pic, this time he’s standing in the bedroom mirror, hip jutted out to expose his back side, and you can see the way he’s fisting the frail fabric in the corner of the shot, pulling it up far enough to expose his naked ass,showing of the marks you left on him last night along with the plug buried in his ass, attached to the pic is a short message ‘hurry home please x’

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dundeey-art · 5 months

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dundeeeeey, I love each one of your drawings, all Prowls you pictured, each one of his face expressions ! I only wish I can make as many sketches as you 🥹 I saw your previous reply about asking for request, so, maybe, maaaaybe, you have one sketch of Jazz ... 🐥 I really love him as much as Prowl, and I would be so happy to see Jazz in your style !! if you don't have it's totally ok, it's not like I ask you to draw one for me !

Hello anon, thank you so much for this sweet ask! Your words have made me so happy. ❤️ Im sorry this took me so long, I hope you like it. <3

#jazz #transformers #maccadam #fanart #art #ask #anonymous

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fic-heaven · 5 months

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Enemies to lovers with König and witty reader? I don't know if you also write about him so imma leave this here

Answering two anons at the same time lmao

Say my name (König x witty! Reader)

Pt.2 now!

🐥 The first time König appeared on my drafts was when I was making my last Reyes x Reader fic and um... I kind of wanted to keep doing lmao so here it is. Sorry for my broken English-

Angst/ SOCIAL ANXIETY/ slight nsfw/ open ending (if you guys want a part two and this short gets some attention)

⚠️ I still picture König as Lee Pace ⚠️

They say you transfered from SpecGru to KorTac because you simply wanted a change of airs. But it couldn't be that simple. Why were you so simple?

As antisocial as he seemed to be, König was well aware that a bond between teammates was needed in order to sync and function properly during missions. He wasn't the best at striking up conversations and never intended to improve on this aspect either, often trying to figure people out from the distance, he only approached them if he had questions about their character. Horangi once said it was weird but König frankly didn't care about what was socially accepted or not, he just made the effort to know his team because it was expected of him, and as great as it would be to have friends, he struggled socializing and had given up trying ages ago. König was paid to kill, not to make friends. And as far as his interactions went with his teammates, the only one who gets his game and could be considered his friend is Horangi. But you?

He had tried to investigate you, even going as far as using his position as colonel to gather as much information from your background to understand you without having to make any awkward approach. But nothing he found explained why you changed factions or why you behaved the way you did. You had a normal childhood, went to a good school, graduated being top of your class... Jesus you had a rabbit called Mr. Whiskers, even the deepest info given was borely normal. No trace of trauma or any mental disorder.

König begun studying you like a biologist would to a newfound species and got more and more invested and frustrated the more information he gathered, because he simply couldn't excuse your... Well, your everything.

He approaches you one time during morning drills, looks you up and down as you stretched, ignores the flirty comment you shot his way, because what the fuck is your problem? You don't know him. Then König proceeded to mouth the first thing he ever said to you, one of the main questions he had on his head as to why you would behave so strangely. And it goes like this: "Do you have any mental illness, hm?"

"I might have, yeah."

And you said it so casually. Do you, though? Are you being sarcastic or... God he hates you. Why can't he figure you out!? Why do you smile at him so much? Why do you flirt so much with him? Do you flirt with the others the way you do with him?

That new question made him observe your body language around others and listen carefully to any interaction you had and found nothing but your enchanting witty self. Of course you teased other members, but never so bluntly like the way you flirt with him. The colonel felt weirdly relieved at this. Maybe he liked the attention given? Scratch that, or course not!

One time after a tiring mission in Barcelona, Spain, König approached you with a bottle of water, you thanked him with a wink and he watched you swallow the whole thing before he proceeded to ask you the second question that plagued his mind: "Do you perhaps hide some secret trauma that permanently changed your behaviour, using sarcasm, smirks and jokes to protect your scared inner child in order to not get hurt again?"

"Hmmm... The day I found out my mother was Santa Claus I went bananas, but I wouldn't say it scarred me for life. Do ya want an M&M, colonel?"

He fucking hates you. He hates you. König aggressively snatched a handful of M&M's and stormed away. That night he swore he could hear your laugh echoing inside his head. Why couldn't you leave his fucking mind? What was it with you? Were you doing it on purpose?

_____

You were definitely doing it on purpose.

You have to be patient with König. But he was so hilarious and scary, it thrilled you to watch the two meter tall behemoth of a man walk near you and sneak watchful, calculated glances your way when he thought you weren't looking. If someone dared to ask, you'd easily answer with the honesty everyone knew you posses: You'd fuck König without a thought.

He's so feral in battle, so demanding and intimidating on the comms. His ridiculous voice made him all the more adorable contrasting with his appearance. Oh fuck that. Even his appearance was ridiculous, he looked like the red guy from that creepy show called "Don't hug me, I'm scared" or one of those executioners from the Shrek movie. But he was HOT, with that slutty waist accentuated by his bulky back, those long slender arms that could lift anything on his way, you saw him lift a fucking car a few inches so an injured woman could scape, and as she cried of relief you could feel your pussy crying as well at the sight. And oh his hands... The way he used them, so elegantly but rough, they'd make a beautiful necklace. His voice, as unfitting as it sounded coming from this KorTac monster, made you itch to hear more, his accent was so attractive that it quickly made you addicted to sound of it and your brain pondered on how he'd sound while doing other things. Lucky you, when the stars aligned and you two coincided in the gym you made sure to be close enough to hear the quiet grunts and sighs from the colonel as he trained, to your surprise he never moved away as if he knew what you were doing and thought nothing much of it. Safe to say, you'd gladly eat whatever interaction König graced you with with a speck of salt.

______

Though, when you begun paying attention to the details (because it was hard to guess his deal without seeing his face) You noticed a few hints about the colonel that indicated he had a severe case of social anxiety. The way he self isolated, how he forced himself to interact with people resulting in very awkward conversations that led to him coming up as rude to what he got frustrated and scaped the situation, how he loved his job because you were convinced that he thought he was only good at killing.

That made you wonder if he had other hobbies... It's funny to imagine a tall, muscly guy like him baking or making origamis.

Today you saw the ultimate sign that your big crush wasn't a people's person.

You directed all the attention to König by asking a number of things, (obviously work related) that caught the attention of everyone in the room taking the poor colonel by surprise, his cristal blue eyes widened for a minute before he composed himself answering everything you asked with a professional tone until you spotted the tremble on his hands, poor König noticed your attention drift to his hands so he slid them under the table. That's how you knew it. He couldn't handle being the center of attention for prolonged amounts of time. Your poor baby...

You two were on a meeting with some other KorTac members. König was peeling an apple and had finished it rather quickly as all of you spoke, but he spent ten minutes with the carcass of the fruit slowly browning and drying on his hand, so you decided to test your theory by walking to the near trashcan to throw a random paper you crumbled quickly, after a few seconds König abruptly stood up to throw the dried fruit remnant, the tall Austrian glanced your way before he sat again and kept to himself.

Okay, so judging by this and how stiff he looks, König doesn't know exactly what to do with his body around people, he needed an excuse to stand up and throw the finished apple so he waited for anyone to use the trashcan to go after, BUT he waited a few seconds to stand so he wouldn't look like he was waiting. Must be stressful to be on his shoes. Interesting, but maybe you were overthinking too much, so you decided to do a final test that would definitely tell you if what you thought was right. You didn't want to come to this unless it was really necessary... But you'll probably have to apologize later.

You gave him a sympathetic look that again took him by surprise, but by that time König had called the meeting over, gathered his things and walked out before you could approach him.

Damn you and your stupidly beautiful voice and worried eyes trying to comfort him discreetly.

Gloved hands fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. König remembers the little girl who gifted him said thing. The day him and his team rescued her and some other orphans from a building about to explode, the worried colonel spent a few minutes comforting the little girl until she pulled the orange bracelet from her small SpongeBob backpack, he chuckled at the gesture and had never taken it off since. They even shared some letters from time to time, he held a piece of little Astrid in the form of a cute bracelet and she held a piece of him in the form of sweet spoken letters.

König saw her kind eyes in yours and it squeezed his heart so much he felt suffocated. Why would a teasing little vixen like you have such kind, gorgeous eyes? It was weirdly comforting that someone would look at him so softly like he wasn't a monster for once after so long.

His heart begun beating faster, his head was so full of questions about you it infuriated him. Long legs carried the colonel to the gym absentmindedly, like his body craved to ease some tension, but at the last minute he turned to the left corridor further from the gym, went to the right and finally approached the shooting range's door.

"Scheibe..." König cursed lowly, he could have very well bursted the door out of it's hinges, his gloved hand (still a bit shaky) took his favorite riffle from the top right corner of the shelf while he shot a backward kick to push the metallic door closed. He spent fourteen minutes shooting targets while mauling at your last interaction, rage swirled his insides and yet he couldn't fully hate you for asking questions, after all it was work-related, and the last soft gaze you gave him spoke volumes that you didn't want to advert all the attention to him out of malice. König was reloading his sniper rifle when he heard a gentle thud indicating someone had entered the room.

"You'd make an amazing sniper." You spoke softly trying not to startle the tense man.

"You come to mock me? Laugh all you like. I'm well aware I'm too huge to be a sniper." He spoke in resentment over his shoulder before redirecting his focused gaze to the target ahead.

"I always say size doesn't matter! As long as you know how to handle your weapon, you'll make any girl blush."

Your dark humour takes König by surprise and he misses the dummy's head, he tries to hold back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his hidden lips. Luckily the shirt he wore as a mask shielded his face enough to make it look like he was holding in a cough or a sneeze but you weren't stupid. When he turns to face you placing the riffle to the near table he gets startled by how close you are, the smirk accompanying your lips as you weaseled close to his very sacred personal space made him curse lowly in his mother's tongue. The tall Austrian stepped back and you rose your hands in mocking defeat.

"Alright, I get it, personal space. Jus' wanted to hear ya laugh..."

"I didn't." He hisses.

"Didn't ya? I thought I heard it, must have been the wind."

Your sarcasm often infuriated König who never seemed to get a good grip on his English, so it was hard for him to detect when you were being serious or just pulling his leg. His hands flex on his sides, tiny waist move side to side as he balances his weight before he crosses his arms and leans his back to the wall. König raises a brow when your smirk morphed into a sincere apologetic smile as you admired his stance six feet apart from him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there." You said honestly, he sucked in a breath. "Didn't want t' put ya on the spot."

König wasn't shy, he wasn't, but that last line of yours made him feel like it, and it wasn't an ugly feeling? But it was a little uncomfortable, foreign, it squeezed his heart in a weird way, his hands were clammy, he felt strangely light like if it wasn't for his tapping foot on the floor he'd float away. König understood what you were saying and it comforted him that you were on the same page, the weird unsteadiness between the two of you becoming rather unbearable and a constant topic on both your minds, it was relieving that you thought the same way. Suddenly the ugly, unexcused anger he had for you quieted down.

The Colonel's cerulean eyes widen before lowering his gaze to your tank top blinking rapidly. It was easier to listen if he wasn't looking directly at your eyes.

"König..." Your voice was honey making shivers run up his spine and his skin erupt in goosebumps, his hands trembled even when he fisted them on his crossed stance. "Why don't we start again? Call me paranoid, but I feel like there's tension between us and not the type I'd like."

The colonel lifted his hand your way offering you a handshake you took with mirth.

"I'm colonel König. Y-you are...?"

"Goddamn. Ain't your parents bit' egotistical? Namin' their baby boy 'king' in german." You say with a snicker shaking his hand. He takes it back abruptly but you don't flinch. "I'm Sargeant (c/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n). Is König the name written on your birth certificate or were you called somethin' else?" You press teasingly but wary and a bit nervous thinking you were pushing too far.

König is taken aback by this. When was the last time someone had asked the colonel his name?

"I am..." It tasted foreign on his tongue, like he had forgotten the sound of it, the taste of his own name on his tongue. "My name is Andreas Dobler." He said, his eyes meeting yours. "That's... That's my name." His name wasn't König, he remembers the man he left behind all those years back, the man under the dark cloak, before things went to shit, before becoming colonel König.

"Andreas. What a curious name, never heard of it-"

"Say my name again." König interrupts. His voice weak but demanding and desperate. He loved it. He loved the sound of his name on your lips. It was strange, sweet... Arousing, even.

You blinked angling your head up to take a better look at his half-lid eyes. This time König didn't look away, your eyes met and suddenly the ugly tension from before was morphing into another type of tension, your heart beats faster in sync with his. You didn't know you were getting closer until König placed a hand on your waist and then the other, not pushing, not pulling, he simply laid them there and it came so naturally, your playful smile wavered slightly as your hands landed on his shoulders, he shivers. You tilted your head to the side and he was so lost in you, your aroma, your eyes, your lips, your touch, he didn't realize he was returning the head tilt.

Your lips parted, pink tongue darting to hydrate your dry lips until your pearls were visible from the gap, and his eyes catch every movement your mouth makes when you whisper "Andreas."

"Again."

"Andreas-"

"Again..."

"...Andreas..." Your hands slowly move to his chest, his breath hitches. His name has never sounded so sensual whispered by anyone's mouth. You were... You...

"You..." He isn't sure what to say. You are not sure either, suddenly your wit has abandoned you it seems. "You intrigue me." He decides to huff out, accent heavily pronounced.

There's a thousand thoughts swirling on König's mind, he has shared his name but it suddenly didn't feel enough, he wanted to show you who he was, his past, his thoughts, his hopes and dreams, even his face. How can a simple woman like you make König feel so much? Because you were no simple woman. That's why when he felt your small hands slide up his chest to the hem of the shirt that composed his mask, König didn't tense up, in fact, his shoulders relaxed embracing the touch of your fingers gently feeling his neck under the cloth, his stubble, his chin, his high cheeks... Gloved hands grab your wrists.

You stop, still looking up at him noticing the heaving of his chest and how lost in awe his gaze seemed.

"Not yet?"

"I-i... Do not..." Mind. He didn't want to refuse your touch but at the same time it was so overwhelming.

You give a small nod, König lets go of your wrists and you take this opportunity to nuzzle his cheeks, he gasps landing his hands on your waist once more, squeezing the flesh over your tank top. The feeling of your fingers on his face was so foreign it felt like you were touching a piece of his soul.

"Shy lil' thing... Aren't you pretty hiding under there? Maybe you are too beautiful to allow anyone the pleasure of a simple look. Like a sweet Ferrero Roche firmly wrapped and ready to be eaten." You whisper, voice raspy before you chuckle when his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Your body is now pressed compleatly against his, your dear colonel's hands tremble on your sides as he fists your tank top. He's nervous, he's shy, but you know he is enjoying this judging by the way his teary, half-lid eyes blink slowly every time you feel and scratch a new inch of skin.

"Don't you worry, darling..." König lets out a small whimper at this. "I'm rushing things ain' I? We were just getting on the first name basis and I had to screw it all..." You wanted to sound apologetic, you promise, but it was so hard when your colonel was practically purring at the feeling of your soft hands scratching his stubble. König was putty on your hands, he has never felt this way. His cheeks burn in embarrassment, he tries to move back but remembers he's already against the wall, and you, a small thing like you have him cornered like a honey badger hunting a mountain lion. His lip wobbles and he tilts his head to the side as he feels your hands massage and explore his neck and jaw in long, gentle motions. The pads of your fingers gracing every inch of his neck muscles.

"...Sag bitte mehr, ich flehe dich an..." (Say more please, I beg you.) König moans out, his german accent sounding strong masking how weak he was feeling at the moment.

He loved your voice, your touch... Your everything. The colonel ran his fingers on your lower back encouraging to continue, meanwhile he very slowly tilted his head higher allowing you more space on his neck to massage and scratch. You chuckle darkly feeling his member poking at your belly, your body instantly pressing harder against his cornered torso.

"You like the sound of my voice, colonel?" You humm, he makes a small noise. "Andreas...?"

His shoulders shake with the force of his shiver, nails digging deliciously on your lower back, you chuckle delighted at the sight tilting his chin to the other side to feel his nape, his ear and some locks of hair. "ich begehre dich..." The Austrian groans, his member now fully erect twitched delighted by the delicious pressure of your torso against it and your soft ministrations to his neck.

Both your radios churr alive until a voice breaks the static, a random operator checking on the comms. König almost knocks you over with how fast he straightened his back and the way his strong grip held you back, his chest heaving fast, eyes wide and vulnerable. You take the opportunity to grab him by the hem of the shirt he uses as a mask.

"Wait-..."

König freezes when he feels cold air hit the heated skin from his neck. You had lifted a portion of the cloth revealing the part you were previously massaging, caressing and scratching just under his chin, careful not to reveal his face. His head moves up to the side trying to hide from your touch, his hands shoot backwards planting on the wall as if a force had taken them from the previous grip he had on you. In truth he was afraid he'd crush your waist.

"I hope you can forgive me colonel... Can't help it..."

There's a long gash on his neck, a very old scar that seemed to be product of a knife fight or even a bullet, it's crocked and it goes up probably to his right ear. You lean close on tiptoes because he couldn't crouch due to how shocked he still felt, and you planted your wet lips on the surface of the sensitive scar. König's throat rumbles with a groan, his powerful hands finally make the move to take you, to cage your body impossible closer to his. A hard roll of his hips make him gasp in relief and you loudly huff when he twirls you to where he was previously caged, his hands soon making small effort to lift you up, both legs wrapped around his waist and he THRUSTS stabbing your cargo pants. You are still kissing, licking and nibbling his neck, your hands explore the long bulky surface of his back, König moans delighted at one particular bite until-

"Oh. Shit."

König turned his head back so fast you are sure it made his neck rotatory, two pairs of eyes look in shock at Horangi who is standing there holding the rifle König had previously left before all of this happened. Your colonel was frozen in embarrassment his shaking hands still held you up and his boner was no longer stabbing you, the thing died at the speed of light when the Korean made presence.

"Jesus Christ. You gonna keep staring or you wanna join us, tiger?"

König snaps his head back at you comically fast, icy eyes glare in surprise, horror and astonishment.

"As fun as that sounds I'll leave you two to your games... 'sides, I don't think you'll be able to handle König alone, imagine the two of us. We'd ruin you." The Korean's response made you laugh enchanted by his wit, he walked out the door in quick strides leaving you two alone once more.

König huffs glaring at the wall behind you. The sudden unwelcome presence of his friend seemed to had robbed the magic from the moment. Your Colonel's body shagged slowly lowering your body, and the moment your heels touched the ground his head leaned down falling to the crock of your neck, the feeling of the warm cloth of his mask made you humm. He kissed your clavicle over his mask and you ran your hands to his shoulders until König slowly retrieved.

He took two steps back, with a very noticeable defeated look.

"Hey. We can keep going whenever yer up to. Don't look at me like that, sweet thing." Your voice carried a playfulness that comforted him from the sudden feeling of defeat.

König couldn't meet your eyes, his voice was shaky "I'm just not like this-..."

"Andreas-"

"DON'T -...!" He barked, startling you both.

It was too much, too sudden, too weird, too suffocating. He liked it at first but... König couldn't put into words what he was feeling right now. He hated that the moment was cut short, he hated that he felt like it was his fault and he hated the way you are looking at him with so much concern like when you two were at the meeting.

"Verzeihen Sie mir." He muttered giving you a final short glance before he rushed out of the place leaving the door open and your startled self still leaning on the wall.

You recognized those words even if you didn't know much of German.

"Forgive me." You translated in a whisper.

Will you?

#call of duty modern warfare #cod #witty reader #konig x reader #konig cod #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x reader angst

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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i asked him out but he said he’s too busy.. today is his last day and my boss gave me the day off but i’m going in anyway since he wants to talk to me before he leaves. i did write him a confession letter, it’s not the best but that’s okay. i’ll give it to my coworker to give to him when he comes in if i don’t see him. i also made cupcakes today for my coworkers for christmas and my boss put up stockings for everyone but herself so i was up until past 1am making and decorating a stocking for her. it’s really cute🥺🫶

-🐥

i really hope you’re able to see him. i think it would feel better to give him the letter yourself and have that moment with him. i also hope you get to see him since he shared interest in talking to you. you must be curious to hear what he has to say. lmk how it goes and what ends up happening if you feel like it 🫶

cupcakes! yum! what kind? ahhh that’s so cute/wholesome that everyone gets a stocking. i love that

#s talks #lovely nonnie #🐥 anon #i like you 🐥 anon

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Unexpected & Unwelcomed

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Wife Reader (Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Summary: You’d left the bad parts of your past behind you after you’d med Chris and moved your career and your life to Massachusetts. So what happens when someone you’d long forgotten runs into you at your workplace’s annual spring gala?

Warnings: talks of past abusive kinda, unwanted advances, slight mentions of violence, minor injury, protective daddy bear Chris

A/N: Thank you to the anon that requested this last night, I loved writing this, and absolutely love the idea of overprotective Chris when it comes to Momma. He’d burn down the city for her, I’ve been loving this AU and getting to continue writing fics, headcannons and answering all your amazing questions! Enjoy<3

Word Count: 1,315

It was your workplaces annual charity gala and despite being 8 months pregnant, you and Chris had come to mingle amongst your coworkers, and support a good cause. Although you would admit, the pain in your feet and the slight discomfort in your back you’d been feeling all day almost put a cancel on plans. You were happy you ended up coming, the atmosphere was fun, the snacks were good, and the baby had been quiet. Chris had left to use the washroom and grab another drink, so you sat at your assigned table, glancing around and admiring the decor, a voice suddenly drawing you out of your daze

“How’s your back doing momma?”

You smiled looking up at Chris who’d returned to your table, setting down some more snacks for the two of you to share

“Surprisingly not bad tonight, although little miss is enjoying pushing on my ribcage and bladder, she’s like a pin ball in there tonight”

He let out a laugh before leaning down to be eye level with your bump, his hand rubbing in circles

“Be quiet in there princess, this is an important night for your momma”

She kicked against his hand almost in retaliation and you laughed, shifting to get more comfortable

“Already rebelling against her daddy and she’s not even here yet”

Chris frowned in faux disappointment before sitting up and crossing his arms

“We are gonna have a stern talk when she gets here”

“You do that my love”

He smiled sending you a wink as he leaned over to kiss you softly, an annoyed groan escaping you when he pulled away

“I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom…again”

Chris moved to get up, but you placed a hand on his shoulder

“Stay, I’ll be fine, back before you know it!”

You placed a kiss on his lips, walking away from the table, he kept his eyes on you until you made it safely to the washroom. Thankfully you were the only one in there, so you finished your business checked yourself over and left, while you were walking back you got distracted, lightly bumping someone’s shoulder

“I’m so sorry!”

The minute the person turned to face you, your stomach churned, hands automatically resting protectively on your bump the colour draining from your face

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Y/N, nice to see you”

You swallowed; your throat dry as you attempted to get control of your impending emotions

“Thomas.”

“That’s all you have to say? After all those years together?”

That made you roll your eyes, the audacity this man still had even after everything he’d done to you

“Yes, it is. Have a nice night.”

You turned to walk away into which put you in Chris’s eyesight, but Thomas grasped your wrist tightly in his hand to stop you from going any further, you silently hoped Chris could see the panic in your body language. The baby clearly unhappy with the sudden shift in your mood and situation, kicking roughly a few times

“Let go of me you asshole!”

That only caused him to squeeze tighter, is nails digging into the inside of your wrist as you winced, that was gonna leave a mark for sure

“You want to call me an asshole after you ruined my reputation? I don’t think so. You fucking owe me bitch”

“I don’t owe you shit!”

You pulled your wrist back hard, cursing under your breath as it threw you off balance, thankfully a familiar pair of arms caught you and kept you upright. The familiar tom ford cologne filling your senses, Chris turning to check on you, scanning his eyes over your face, then falling to your wrist, the discoloration beginning to show

“You know, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

Thomas laughed crossing his arms

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You’d never seen Chris this angry before, and despite the anger, his touch was featherlight, making sure to be extra gentle with you

“So, I could do this…”

Before you could stop him, Chris flew at Thomas sending a punch square at his face, his nose cracking from the force of the hit, Thomas groaning in agony

“I know exactly who the fuck you are, and I have been waiting for the chance to put you in your goddamn place. You’re lucky that’s all you got.”

“Baby come on…”

You tugged the sleeve of Chris’s suit jacket, and he stepped towards you, keeping his eyes on your ex who was bleeding on the floor

“I’ll sue you for this!”

“Go ahead, I’d like to see you try, and let me be clear, you ever so much as even look at my wife again, I don’t care if it’s a glance, anything, I so much as hear you’ve said her name, I’ll fucking kill you.”

You pulled on his jacket again, pulling him away from the hallway and over to the table, collecting your things, all you felt was anxious in this moment, the room felt too small, the dress you had on uncomfortable

“Honey...?”

Chris’s voice sounded blurred as you frantically looked around the room, as soon as he noticed this, Chris lifted you into his arms bridal style and found your office, setting you down on the couch near your desk

“Hey, Hey, breathe honey…breathe, follow me, you’re okay...”

He placed your hands over his chest where you could feel his heartbeat, taking a few minutes to catch your breath and calm down, his hands moving to rub your belly softly, the baby moving a bit at the feeling of her father’s hands resting above

“I’m sorry…that was...”

“A lot? Yeah, I bet baby, but it’s over now, he will never get close to you or our little girl again okay? I will always make sure you two are protected”

You nodded finally letting the smallest of smiles show on your face

“How is your hand?”

He shook his head

“Don’t worry about my hand, you’ve got a big purple bruise on your wrist I’m more concerned about”

“It’s okay, doesn’t hurt much, we can ice it once we get home?”

Chris agreed, before checking on the little bean, and making sure you felt safe enough to leave the party and get to your car. The entire way home he kept checking in, keeping his eye on you, an icepack for your wrist when you got home, followed by some of your favourite cravings, and a cheesy comedy movie pulled up on the TV in the living room

“Thank you for protecting us, and always making sure we’re safe”

Chris leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, his thumb rubbing across your cheekbone gently

“I love you girls, I will always do whatever I can to make sure you’re both safe, happy and healthy”

You smiled leaning into him when he sat next to you

“We love you too, more than you know”

Wrapped up in a pile of blankets, snacks now spread out around you is how you ended off your night, even when the darkest parts of your past came back to hurt you, Chris would be there to keep you safe and remind you how loved and cared for you’d always be. You and his little girl were his everything, and if he had to break a few noses and egos to keep you both safe, he’d do it without question, because no one goes after his little duck and momma.

#little duck au💛🐥#chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x momma evans #chris evans & momma evans #chris evans x little duck💛🐥#momma x little duck 💛🐥#chris evans x arlie mae #momma x arlie mae #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x pregnant!reader #chris evans fan fic #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #rueswrites

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