#könig x panic attack reader

[mivalyn]

✧.* A hand to hold ✧.* (König x panic attack fem! reader)

Y/N was always in control. Every action she performed, every word she said, was thought out and intentional. She carried herself with a cool, stable presence - either in the very center of a firefight or through the tension of a tactical briefing. To her KorTac teammates, she was consistent, sharp, and unshakeable.

But no one ever questioned the price of that composure. They did not see the cracks way beneath, the weight she silently carried. There wasn't a single flaw in the mask she wore, but that didn't make it invincible.

And tonight, it was breaking.

The debrief had started like any other. A clinical breakdown of the mission, what had gone well, what could have been done differently. But when her commanding officer critiqued her decision during the mission - "An alternative approach might have reduced civilian casualties" - it cut deeper than it should have.

She'd known. She'd been replaying the scene in her mind since they left the field. The faces of the people she couldn't save, the desperate screams, the silence that followed. She'd done everything she could, but it hadn't been enough. And now her CO's words only confirmed what her mind had been screaming since the mission ended: You failed.

By the time it was over, her chest was tight, her body coiled, ready to spring. She slipped out of the room quickly, footsteps brisk, head down. She ignored her teammates' hellos, their concerned eyes. Her breath quickened as she moved through the corridors, her mind spinning faster with each step.

They'll see. Keep it together. Not here. Not now.

She couldn't go to her quarters-not when it felt like the walls were closing in. Her feet carried her to the cellar, a place she hadn't consciously chosen. It was the bottom level of the base, used for little other than storage. It was cold and quiet and dimly lit.

She pushed through the door and stumbled down the stairs, her legs weak beneath her. The weight in her chest was unbearable by the time she reached the concrete floor. She pressed her back against a stack of crates and slid down to sit on the floor.

She drew her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms tightly around them. She buried her face in her arms and willed the storm inside her to pass. But it didn't.

Her breathing turned into short, shallow gasps, her lungs unable to pull in enough oxygen. The room grew smaller, the walls closing in on all sides. Her chest constricted even further, her heart pounding against her ribs. Her hands shook uncontrollably, nails digging into her arms with an attempt at grounding herself.

You're weak. You're not good enough. They'll see you like this, and they'll leave you behind.

She pressed her forehead to her knees, trying to silence the spiral of thoughts, but it was like a dam breaking-years of guilt and fear and pressure pouring through all at once. Her hands moved to her temples, gripping her head as though she could physically stop her mind from racing.

Her throat constricted, her breathing quickening, ragged, and irregular. The more she tried to steady them, the more her body fought her. She fisted her hands, digging her nails into her palms, praying the pain would take her mind off it. It didn't.

It felt like drowning.

Her vision blurred and black dots danced at the edges of her sight. The cold of the concrete seeped into her, but it wasn't enough to pull her back. Her thoughts spiraled, louder and louder, drowning out the faint hum of machinery and the distant murmurs of the base.

She didn't hear the footsteps until they were close.

"Y/N?"

Her head jerked up; her sight was blurry with tears that would not fall. She blinked to settle her vision and made out a figure standing in the doorway, in a silhouette against the dim light from the stairwell. It took a moment for her brain to register who this could be. König.  

Her stomach plummeted. Of all the people who might find her, why did it have to be him?

“Go away,” she croaked, her voice hoarse and trembling. She turned her face away, her body curling inward again. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.” His voice was calm, steady.

She clenched her fists tighter, her body trembling as another wave of panic threatened to pull her under. “I said leave!” she snapped, her voice breaking on the last word. “I don’t need to be fixed!”

König didn’t leave. He took a step closer, his boots heavy against the concrete, but stopped a few feet away. He knelt slowly, his towering frame lowering to her level.

“I’m not here to fix you,” he said quietly. “I’m here to make sure you’re not alone.”

His voice cut through the storm, a tenuous lifeline amidst the chaos. She turned a denial, her face pressed into her knees. "You don't understand," she mumbled, her voice muffled and weak. "Anyone who sees me like this. You see me like this. They‘ll think I'm weak."

"No," König said with a firm voice. "They won't.

"You don't understand!" Her voice rose, shaking and strained. Tears were spilling freely now, hot against her cheeks. "If they see me like this, they'll think I can't handle it. That I don't belong here."

"That's not true."  

"You don't know what it's like!" she yelled back, her voice cracking. She actually gasped for breath, her chest heaving, the panic clawing at her again.  

"I do," König said softly.

She froze, her breathing still ragged. Slowly, she lifted her head, her red-rimmed eyes meeting his.

“I know what it’s like to feel like you’re drowning,” he continued, his voice steady but quiet. “To want to disappear because the storm in your head won’t stop. I’ve felt it too.”

Her gaze searched his face, desperate for any sign of a lie. But there was none.

"You think this mask I wear is just for the battlefield?" He motioned faintly to the hood resting around his shoulders. "It's not. Sometimes it's easier to hide behind it than to let people see what's underneath."

Her breathing hitched, her tears slowing as she clung to his words.

"You're not weak, Y/N," he said firmly. "You're human. And you don't have to face this alone."

She gave a choked sob, and her shoulders shook. "I… I don't know how to stop it."

"You don't have to stop it all at once," König said, grounding. "Just start with me. Breathe with me. Can you try?"

She was hesitant, trembling in her body. "I've tried before," she whispered. "It doesn't work -"

"It will," he said, in a calm, certain voice. "Just look at me. Focus on my breathing. You don't have to do this alone."

For the first time, she let herself take in the sight of him fully. His pale blue eyes were steady, unwavering-an anchor in all the chaos. Slowly, painfully, she matched her breaths to his, though they hitched and broke several times.

"That's good," König muttered. "Again. In through your nose. One… two… three. Out through your mouth. One… two… three."

The minutes ticked by, but the storm inside her slowly muffled, the tension in her chest slowly releasing. Finally, after so many minutes, her breaths evened out. Her body slumped in exhaustion, and she wiped at her face with shaking palms. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

König said nothing. He remained as he had been, cross-legged on the cold floor. There was something calm, unyielding about his presence—a silent reassurance that she was not alone.

And for the first time in years, Y/N let herself believe it.

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[r4tw1thh4t]

Nightmare

CW: brief mention of a panic attack, X being nonverbal, fluff, reader is they/them and is called X It was a cold autumn night, rain was falling against the closed window and the air was humid. Wind was blowing heavily through the trees outside of x room. Over all that wasn’t a big problem, but as of late, they had way too many nightmares. Just like that night. 

X was tossing and turning, dreaming about god knows what. 

Suddenly, they shot up as tears were streaming down their cheeks. X's breathing had sped up as they were clutching the blanket that was almost falling down the bed. 

Usually X would just lay back down and continue to sleep, but this time, the nightmare was particularly bad.

X thought about what they could do now, still shaking slightly. 

Without much considering, they got up with their blanket around their shoulders and started walking through the chilly, dark hallways of the base. 

X cursing themselves out for not putting on his long sweatpants, as their legs were now freezing.

Finally, X reached Königs room. The man had always made X feel this special kind of safe, which was why they were now searching his contact. 

Then, X knocked. 

Suddenly, their guts dropped.

What if König didn’t want to see them?

What if he was exhausted from working?

What if-

Then, the door opened, and König was standing right in front of them. “What’s wrong?”, he asked tiredly. X wanted to say something, but his throat felt as if a rope was knotting around it, denying any words to exit his mouth. They needed to answer. If they didn't, König would send them away.

Suddenly, everything felt heavy. The air, the blanket, the stare König was giving him.

The younger individual wanted to say something. Anything. Tears were forming in his eyes again and his breathing picked up pace.

“X? What happend? You don't seem very well”, König mumbled concerned. In these moments, X wished that they was able to communicate without words. König stepped forward, silently asking if it was okay if he hugged X.

The shorter individual nodded slightly, immediately having big arms wrapped around him. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay..”, König whispered as he led X into his room to his bed. Then, he sat down, pulling X down with him as he carefully drew small circles into the small of his back. 

X was now slightly holding onto Königs shirt, as if he could vanish if the moment let go. 

They had missed Königs touch so much. 

Then suddenly, König let himself fall to the side and into a lying position and drew X close to his chest.. 

“Nightmare…”, X whispered under his breath. “It’s okay if you don't feel like talking, you don’t have to”, König reassured. 

After a while, X turned around to face König, who then moved to lay on his back to make it easier for the other to cuddle up to him.

König softly kissed X forehead and wiped away their tears. Then, he moved his arm to his drawer in which he kept multiple different kinds of sweets. Then he pulled out cookies and gave them to X, who eventually had stopped crying. “Look.. I found cookies”, he said, making X look up in confusion. “Eat it”, König whispered, handing a cookie to X, who then started to nibble at it.

“Tasty?”, König asked quietly, making X nod. I hope you enjoyed my first post here on tumblr!

[cherie-doll]

Can I request COD Men dating a medic reader,??

I love your writing sm ^-^

Ofc!

౨ৎ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

COD Men x Medic!Reader

Price

Imagine being the new medic and you're nervous because it's your first time working there so you have to try your best to hold it together while patching people up

But one day Price comes in injured and you have to control your nerves as you clean his wound up, he's surprisingly nice and even makes small talk with you, it calms you down

After, you manage to keep thinking about that interaction, just how nice it felt to have a normal conversation, it took your mind off of things and honestly it kept you from a mini panic attack from happening

He wishes he could come see you more often, he liked how refreshing it felt to meet someone who seemed a little hesitant, too afraid to mess up, he likes how you smiled after speaking with him

Since he's busy most of the time he can't come to you as often, but I imagine he likes to invite you to just come and talk to him as you drink with him, it's comforting knowing you can bask in his company and he provides you a shoulder to rest on

Ghost

Believe it or not he trusts you a lot, he shows up to your office in his most vulnerable moments, when he's hurt you treat him and never mention anything of it, he knows it's just you doing your job but he can't help but feel like there is an underlying tone to it

He likes resting in your office or recovery room when he wants to get away from everyone else but can't find a quiet place to do so, he likes his alone time and if being in the medic's room where no one is to come in looking for him then he'll stay there during his free time

He secretly started growing a stronger liking to you when you covered for him and told his buddies they couldn't visit because he "needed to rest", not that he hates his friends he just likes his alone time

He often struggles to sleep so to get away from the other soldiers who snore loudly he'll come to you knowing you're almost always up late and drinking tea, like a cat who is content sitting without talking or doing anything next to you and eventually falls asleep

You tend to admire him silently, the features that you can see through his balaclava when he's not aware of it

Soap

Every time he comes to get checked up he likes making you laugh and telling you the worst jokes, but it makes you laugh lightly and honestly keeps you awake and sane from working overtime since you treat a lot of emergencies

He will be laughing as if he doesn't feel the alcohol you're using to disinfect his wound, he likes pretending like he doesn't feel pain when you push the needle in because he doesn't want to be weak in front of you, it's sort of turned into you trying to make him wince or show that it hurts but he tries grits his teeth and holds it in

Doesn't even know he likes you like that until others are teasing him about how often he talks about you and how he'll try to impress you, in his mind he hasn't come to that realization yet, not that he's denying it because he really enjoys your company

You probably get very nervous checking his eyes when you shine the flashlight on them because you notice the way his eyes crinkle, indicating he's smiling and you have to hold the grin before it shows on your face

As a boyfriend he'd be coming by every moment he can to just cling to you when you're on your breaks and you'll have a hard time getting him to leave you alone or give you some space

Gaz

I can imagine him already having a liking to you, he likes coming by every morning that he can to visit you before anyone else can bother you and just hanging around your office when he's in need of good company

You enjoy his company because he's not unnecessarily flirty like other the others are, he's respectful, caring about your mental health because you deal with so many people on the daily but with him it's different, you don't feel that obligation to smile or put on a fake act around him

Your tired eyes light up seeing him knowing you're going to be recharged emotionally and mentally, it's come to the point where you even seek him after your work is done hoping to spend more time with him

It's sort of hard finding time alone together when so many other people are friends with him yet the moment he sees you he'll pull away from everyone else to go to you

Roach

I have a hc that even if he survives the absolute worst situations no one else has he still deals with the aftermath of it and it's many complications and frequently getting checkups from you just to assure his health is good enough to keep getting sent out to missions

He ends up spending more time with you than he does with most of the other soldiers or members of the task force

He confides so much in you, things he'd never share with anyone else and yet you listen to him so attentively it honestly makes him develop an attachment to you and he'd look for any opportunity to reciprocate the attention you give him

You sometimes hate the way others treat him, despite being a chill guy to be around he's often a little out of orbit when it comes to socializing with the others, you'd think going through shit together would unite them but strangely enough he doesn't get enough dopamine from them like he does with you

It might be wrong to feel this way but you care more about him than all the others, you'll rush to attend his needs before the others

Alejandro

He is actually a very lousy patient, it takes you ages to try to get him to take medication or inject the needle into him despite him always teasing the other soldiers who have had medical procedures done to them

You have to be ready with a cloth and ice pack to instantly place on him or else he'll be wanting to bang his head against the wall for the dramatics, you let him hold your hand, anything to bring him comfort or some sort of relief at that point

To avoid getting to that level of pain he'll often drink before coming to you so he's not fully in his senses to actually feel or register anything you may be doing that would usually cause him to panic, you hate when he does this because you prefer him to be fully aware

Other than that he'll always try flirting with you or calling you something like "chula" in Spanish when passing by you and you simply roll your eyes and hide a smirk knowing he's nothing like that when you approach with a needle

Rudy

He's probably known you since before you were a medic, he's seen how much effort you've put into your training to be where you are today he respects you so much for it

He worries so much for you, probably more than you do for him which is funny because he has the "riskier" job, but he often worries about how you are being treated knowing some of the soldiers you treat have trauma and it can make you very stressed with them

He makes sure you get your much needed rest, especially during the breaks everyone else is gone and you still have to stay around "just in case"

There was this one time he was injured pretty badly and he had to be laid down as someone called the medic, he didn't know who would come but he felt his heart skip a beat seeing it was you running towards him, you knelt by his side and with a warm smile reassured him you wouldn't let him slip away from your grasp just yet

He didn't even need a painkiller when he held your hand to his chest so you could feel how much his heart beat showing you he was still alive and well

Phillip Graves

He could be dying on the bed, clutching a wound with blood gushing out and he'll still manage to give a smug smile and ask for your number, you want to suffocate him with a pillow sometimes but you'll most likely be blamed for medical malpractice, instead you just say "HIPPA" and that shuts him up for now

I like to think he brings his Shadows for checkups like a father bringing his children to the pediatrician, some of them aren't fond of it but he makes them go through it to ensure they are healthy and fit for their next mission or training

If one of his Shadows get severely injured he's rushing to see you with them in his arms (he can't actually carry them have you seen how big his Shadows are??) and begging you to help them, will literally be in tears hoping they heal up just fine and that nothing bad ends up happening

Afterwards, you just kinda have to give him that reassurance and he'll be eternally grateful to you for what you do for him and his team, and don't think that just because you aren't "that important" to his company because he makes sure you feel like a vital member of the family

Him and the Shadows will enjoy spending time with you outside of your work area just to show their appreciation

Makarov

You often worry about him, more than you should, he's always taking risks and needed to end up being brought into your office to have something done to him, you can only sigh and lecture him but he's never the type to take his injuries seriously, most of the time he takes bold decisions and that impacts his health

Most of the time he prefers having you go to him, so you have to pack your stuff up and go treat whatever he's dealing with, he often uses these opportunities as excuses to get to know you better and just overall toy with you

You hate when he does this as it wastes time and he's keeping you away from patients who could be needing treatment, whenever you hint at this he simply shrugs it off, clearly not caring about others

You carry so much responsibility on your shoulders to be carelessly leaving where you're stationed to treat a paper cut, but after all he always slips in something extra to keep you coming

Keegan

Loves to initiate arguments with you for the fun of it, you two will be bickering over him not wanting to take a prescription you've given him

You could be stressing over an infected cut and he's trying to act as if it were nothing, that being said the sounds he makes when he's injured and grunting and clutching his arm or side in pain and trying to control his breathing have me AKJERUJS-

He doesn't actually get to see you all that often as he wishes but you know he'll be coming to get "treated" when he comes back from a mission, he always thinks to come see you before anyone else can

And he knows you're often at risk too when you have to go along to treat sick and injured soldiers, he doesn't like to dwell too much on how you could be in danger so he just chooses to focus on his task knowing if he's not careful he won't be able to make it back to tease you again

König

He's the type to rarely go to the medic just because wounds on his body heal insanely fast but also because you will have to FORCE this man to enter your office

He was used to his the previous medic, an older man who took his time with each patient, could barely see which is why he often told the soldiers who came to him to read the medicine labels for him and such

But imagine his surprise when he walks into your office and sees a younger medic there instead of the old medic, he's completely silent as he sits in the chair waiting for you to clean a wound he only came because the pain got so bad he couldn't suppress it

Now he's considering saying he's fine and walking out, but you're already washing your hands and putting gloves on, going over to him and asking for him to show you the injury

He has to look away and his eyes roam the room, looking for something to focus on other than your focused stare, and gentle fingertips that hover over his skin as you inspect the wound that he could have ignored for a little longer

Horangi

He is a headache to deal with, comes in after every mission to get his injuries treated but will talk A LOT, mostly boasting and smug explaining how he got this bruise and those cuts

You're tired of hearing him but honestly you'll take whatever as a distraction, and you know he's BUILT like that man will be flexing his biceps and you can't help but stare at them, also his waist?!?

Before leaving he always jokes for you not to miss him incase he doesn't come back from the next mission, you just roll your eyes because you don't want to admit that he's grown on you and his absence is something you don't even want to think about

He likes sending you notes with flirty messages on them to show his growing interest in wanting to pursue a relationship with you because you never give in to letting him have your number, he always wants to take you out to some fancy restaurant or cook for you himself, anything to get you out of your office for a day and spend it with him alone

Nikto

You're often doing a million things at once, quickly treating a patient and ushering them out so you can see the next one who's grunting as they wait in line, that day Nikto has to get something treated and he just so happens to go on a busy day

You're in a rush to treat your patients in pain but he notices some of them aren't even in pain, they seem to have relaxed looks on their faces and they don't have any wounds that he can see, they even joke and laugh with one another

Turns out some of them are only there to chat with you, as happens most of the time with soldiers who are stationed in one place too long with little to no freedom to roam anywhere else, Nikto doesn't understand why they would waste your time when it's finally his turn to see you and you tenderly yet efficiently treat him

He likes the way you touched him, even if it was only you doing your job, he likes your pretty eyes, even if you barely looked at him, he thinks your voice is precious to hear, even if you only used it to direct a single question to him, now he understands those soldiers in line who don't mind waiting an hour just to be with you for a moment

[latenightdaydreams]

Can you write about Viking!Konig who's the leader of his clan. One time he raids a random village and meets fem!reader, who's beautiful with her hazel eyes and round breasts. Then he takes her as his wife!!!!! Ahhhhh I'm crazy about this. I'm sorry for asking too much 😭😭😭 BTW thank you for accepting my previous request ❤❤❤ love ya so muchhhhh

König is 100000% a boobie man and I will die on that hill😮‍💨 lmao, I LOVE this!!!! Don't ever feel bad for requesting. I'm having a bit of a writers block and this story helped me find my flow again🩷. I hope you're well and taking care of yourself🥰🥰

Viking!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, violence, naughty thoughts

1.0k word count

Part 2 Part 3

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You wake up from your slumber hearing the screams from your neighbors in the small village you live in. You rush past your family who is now also scrambling to their feet, your husband rushing to gather himself as your children panic. You open your door slightly to see rooftops on fire and dead bodies lying in the roads.

Quickly, you close the door and turn to your husband with wide eyes, “Callum, it’s Vikings…” Your voice shakes with fear. You’ve heard stories from other villages about their attacks, leaving nothing but death and sorrow in their paths.

“We have to run, grab the children!” Callum whispers loudly as you stand there feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Everyone always assumed this village would be safe, untouchable, but this proved them all wrong.

Rushing to your children, you quickly squat down, “We are going to have to run, as fast as you can, okay?”

The children nod their heads crying, your oldest trying to be brave for you. Just then you all jump as the door is flung open. Screaming, you turn to see three big men and an equally large woman enter your home. An even bigger man, ducks to enter your home. Your eyes go wide seeing him, you’ve heard of the giant Viking man, but you assumed he was more of a myth to instill fear in people.

Using your body to shield your children as you step in front of them, you look to your husband. Callum seems to be frozen in fear, unable to even breathe. There’s a moment where no one moves and it’s quiet other than the sounds of your children crying.

The large man has a mask covering his face, his pale blue eyes are the only part of his face that is visible in the low light in the home. He has an aura about him that could strike fear in any warrior’s heart.

“P-please leave us, we don’t have much.” You speak up, your voice trembling.

The leader turns to two of the other Vikings and speaks to them in a language that you’ve never heard before. They nod and move to my husband, restraining him. He screams and the woman hits him, making you fear for your lives more. You look up wide eyed as the tall man begins to approach you.

König sees the family before him, a man frozen in fear, three children cowering behind their mother, and then their mother… you. A small but brave woman, brave enough to speak up when her husband couldn’t. It makes him impressed, wondering what type of woman could be so bold.

König approaches you with a hungry look in his eyes. His gaze drops down to the way the thin fabric of your nightgown clings to your body. Your breasts are massive and perfectly round, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. König has always loved a woman with large breasts and a little extra. Your breasts looking so perfectly full, his mind begins to wonder if you are still feeding your youngest. Your body is simply perfect for him.

“Name?” König asks in a low voice.

“Leave her alone!” Your husband shouts, trying to protect you. He gets hit by one of the people restraining him.

“I- I’m y/n.” You respond trying to be brave.

The closer he got the more his true size became obvious. The smell of his clothes-stained copper from the blood and his natural musk filled your nostrils. You feel small as he towers over you. His eyes are still wandering your body.

“I’m König.” He says finally.

He feels himself getting lost in your eyes as he takes in the beautiful color. You gaze up at him with the most stunning sage green eyes speckled with golden brown. The most beautiful hazel eyes he has ever seen. Gently he raises a hand to your face and caresses it, leaving a streak of blood behind. Your skin is so soft to his large and rough hand. He can only imagine the rest of you is this soft.

“Is this your husband?” He points to Callum.

“Yes, and these are our children. Please, we are simply farmers. We don’t have much.”

“Hm, I see.” König takes a deep breath and looks down at your breasts again. “Are you still feeding the youngest?”

“Y-yes…” You answer hesitantly wondering what type of question is that.

That is exactly what he wanted to hear. You are not only bold, daring, and beautiful; but also soft, desirable, and can create children for him. This is what he’s been looking for, and he finds you here. Wasting your milk on a weak man’s offspring.

“Perfect, you’ll be coming with me.”

Your jaw drops stunned as you look up at him shaking your head no, “I- I can’t leave my family. My husband-”

“That man? He’s not worthy of you. You deserve more, and I intend on giving it to you. Now please Liebling, don’t fight.”

König steps to you and grabs your arm to pull you away from your children. Your husband begins to yell at König, saying that he can’t do this. He can’t just take you. Your children stand confused, not understanding the whole situation completely while the youngest cries.

“Please, don’t.” You whimper, looking back at your family as he drags you away.

“You’ll be happy with me. You aren’t a farmer's wife, you’re a queen. My queen. Now come.” König scoops you up into his arms bridal style, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs as he carries you away from your small home.

“Don’t worry, my people will let your family live.” König whispers to you as he walks. His eyes are drifting down your body. He feels the anticipation rising as he begins to walk you back to his clan’s ship on the coast near your village. He wants you in his home, in his bed, undressed where he can enjoy you and gaze into your eyes as he makes you cum. Soon.

Part 2, Part 3

[konigsblog]

Omg I love your chubby könig series. Can we get more with some chubby reader? If not that's totally OK, take care of yourself orla!!! ❤️

Chubby-König x Chubby-Reader 🍰

Oh, how obsessed König is with your body shape and size...

König loves to feel grounded, especially during an anxiety or panic attack. He years for that weight on top of him to calm him down, whether that's by sitting atop of him and holding him close to soothe him, or by riding his lengthy cock to ease his worries and distract him with your gummy, soft pussy.

It's surprising how calm he becomes when you're leaning against him, when his tip is prodding against your cervix. König may end up guilt tripping you through heavy breathing, pleading with you to take your top off so he can fondle and play with your breasts. He needs to distract his hands from something, otherwise he'll chew on his fingernails and rip at his skin through stress and frustration. The slickness and warmth of your sweet, sweet pussy drives König utterly crazy. How can he focus on all his anxieties and concerns when he has your tight, smooth walls pulsing around his meaty shaft, clamping down tightly, driving him towards his release? It's irresistible, igniting an uncontrollable urge deep within him.

“Bitte-Scheiße! Danke, Mauschen...” He huffs out. The weight of you against his big lap leaves his dick achingly hard and twitching, finally able to sink into the mattress and catch his breath while grinding skyward into the softness of your pussy, thanking you through whines and whimpers while kneading with the fat on your hips.

Chubby-König has a kink for food play. He enjoys when you drizzle strawberry sauce over your breasts, so that he can wrap his soft and wet lips around your stiff nipples and suckle on them slowly. König will drizzle your favourite sauce onto his meaty cock, along with some whipped cream on his sensitive tip. It leaves König eagerly and excitedly waiting for you to wrap your lips around his fat, hard dick and take him down your tight throat, each small stroke and lick sending shivers down your spine.

Chubby-König is the best partner. König's love language is homemade food and he will cook you the most delicious meals you've ever tasted, better than what any restaurant could create. He's in love with the reactions he earns from his beloved, smiling happily when you compliment his skills.

Chubby-König will go crazy for your pussy. He can't stop himself once his head is between thighs, digging his nails into your flesh and fat to lick at your pretty pussy for hours. Who can blame him? You're an addictive sight, Maus...

[spicyspiders]

burst and flooding

König x male reader smut

1.3k words

Was thinking about König a lot last week so I wrote this. It was going to be a sex pollen fic, but instead I wrote something where König gets so overwhelmed because he likes the reader so much.

You fell face down into your bed. You were absolutely exhausted, but luckily, you had a mission-free weekend ahead of you. You could barely muster up the energy to dry yourself off and pull on clothes after getting out of the shower, but you were glad you did when you heard the sound of a knock at your door.

You pulled yourself up onto your feet with a sigh and walked to the door slowly. “König?” You asked after opening the door to the distressed looking man.

It wasn’t unusual that he didn’t have his sniper hood on, but what wasn’t normal was for the blue in his eyes to be swallowed by black, and his cheeks to be flushed red with blood. He stood in your doorway, one hand over the white soft cotton shirt he wore, and the other hand between his legs. His chest rose and fell quickly as he sucked in breath after breath, trying to calm himself down from whatever was plaguing him.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you pulled König into your room. Once you shut the door and turned around to face him, you were met with his broad back. “König?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his back.

“I need your help,” he gasped out.

The energy you felt had drained earlier rushed through your veins as you sprung into action. It wasn’t the first time you had helped him through a panic attack, already knowing what to do. You tried to guide the man onto your bed and get him comfortable, but he didn’t budge from his spot in the middle of your room.

He stood hunched over himself, like he was trying to make himself look small. It didn’t look right for a man of his stature, like he was trying to hide himself, or like he was trying to hide something.

“I have never felt this way before,” König says softly, you try to step to face him and meet his eyes, but they stay on the floor. “I think about you and I feel crazy,” he steps closer to you, “my body feels hot and my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.”

When König straightens his body out, standing tall over you as he comes even closer, you can look him fully over. Your eyes zero in on the noticeable bulge in the sweatpants he wears, and when you pull your eyes away to finally meet his, you’re met with his pleading eyes.

“Help me, please?” He asks quietly.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” you respond just as softly.

He goes easily to the bed, right to the spot where you just were. You thought when you got out of the shower that you were going to return to your room and go to sleep, now less than an hour later, you had a welcome guest in the spot you just were.

“Can I take these off?” You question as you stand at the corner of the bed, between König’s legs.

König’s muscular body comes on full display after he pulls his clothes off. You feel yourself begin to grow hard in your pants when you trace your fingers along the scars on his upper body. His lower half is littered with fewer marks, but your eyes don’t linger on those, but instead look at the hard cock König is trying to hide behind his hands.

“You’re beautiful,” you murmur as you pull your eyes away and continue to run your fingers across his skin.

“You are,” König responds.

His words bring a smile to your face, “I haven’t even taken my clothes off. You haven’t even seen me,” you say with a laugh.

König’s hands settle firmly around your hips before he speaks, “I have seen you. You are beautiful in the field, how you handle yourself, and how your fingers move on your gun. You are beautiful covered in b-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his and end the kiss with a laugh, “I get it,” you say, watching the way König’s face goes red from the words he just said to you. “Thank you, König. I never knew you were so observant,” you say before pressing your lips to his again.

Once pulled away from the kiss, you make your way onto the bed to join König. Your hands go slowly down his body, taking notice of the way he shivers when your fingers brush his nipples. König’s hips twitch forward when your fingers run through the dark trail of hair that leads down to his cock.

König’s mouth falls open with a gasp when your fingers wrap around his thick cock. His hands sit at his sides, his fingers already clenched around the blanket under his fingers. His body visibly goes tense after a few moments of slowly stroking his cock, making you pause in worry.

“You okay?” You pull your hand from his cock, when he looks up from your hand with his large, dark eyes, “should I stop?” You ask, pulling your hand away, your fingers wet with his precum.

“No! No! Please,” König whines, his hips moving forward again like he’s trying to guide his cock back to your hand.

“I am trying not to-” König’s voice breaks into a breathy moan, “I do not want this to end,” he whines after gasping for a breath.

“We’ll do this again,” you respond, “I can’t have you get like this again, can I?” You ask against his mouth before your mouth is on his again. During your lip-lock with your eyes closed, you miss seeing König cum, but you sure can hear and feel it as he moans into your mouth and you feel the warm spurts of his cum on your fingers as it shoots over your fingers.

You open your eyes when you pull away from the kiss. The puffs of König warm breath hits your face as he comes down from his orgasm. You stroke his softening cock through the aftershock, watching as his cock goes flaccid in your fingers.

You take your hand away when König lets out a whimper of overstimulation, but from the way his hips move forward, you can’t tell if he actually wants more.

You bring your hand to your mouth to taste what landed on your fingers. It’s salty and bitter on your tongue, but the taste only leaves you wanting more. You lean down to swipe up with your tongue the rest of it that landed on his abs, but this time, you’re unable to distinguish if the salty taste is from his spend or his sweat.

König’s hand goes to the back of your neck to pull you up into a kiss, and he groans at the taste on your tongue when they tangle. His other hand goes between your legs to grip at your hard cock, but you knock his fingers away.

“Wha-” König begins to question, but you cut him off with another kiss.

“Go shower,” you say against his mouth, “let’s just go to sleep.” König looks as if he wants to protest, but you kiss him one last time before he can, “we have all weekend,” you whisper against his mouth.

König pulls away with a smile and a nod before he gets off the bed and begins pulling his clothes back onto his sweaty body. Once he’s adjusted his clothes and smoothed out the wrinkles, he presses his mouth to yours in a soft kiss.

It feels like forever for your erection to go down, and you nearly think it’s going to come right back when König comes back to your room. You get under your covers, trying not to grind your hips into the mattress, but luckily, König throws a heavy arm around your body, keeping you still.

You fall quickly into a deep sleep, but not before you feel König’s lips on your skin, giving you one last kiss for the night.

[tearsofastraeax]

🎀 stalker!könig x cam girl!reader

cw: 18+, masturbation, panty fetish, stalking, voyeurism, reader is a cam girl & könig continuous to be insane :)

the cold breeze gently wrapped around könig’s large frame, slowly willing him to step forward, closer to you, closer to your sweet little sanctuary he invaded time and time again. he loved watching you all by yourself. loved to see this private side of you that you didn't let those other fools on your little porn page see. it made him feel special. 

as he stepped up to one of the windows of your apartment, he was disappointed to find the lights off, in fact, all your lights were off. did he get it wrong? you were always home at this time; he knew your schedule like no other, even checked your social media, your cam girl one and the private one. he always knew where you were. 

he quickly pulled out his phone, his heart beating heavily in his chest. panic squeezing his lungs, shallow breaths escaping his lips and wafting out in little clouds into the cold winter air. what if something had happened to you? what if some sicko attacked you? you were his, and his alone. 

when he pulled up your private instagram he immediately saw a new story you posted just half an hour ago. his breaths came out just a bit easier when he saw the picture you posted was from a bar in downtown, your best friend smiled widely into the camera, a cocktail in her hand. 

while the panic drained out of his body, the disappointment and anger rose. how dare you just up and leave? today was his day with you. the one day in the week he planned to be with just you, when he could steal himself away and watch you, be with you. 

but as suddenly as the anger washed over him, it left. in its wake an idea formed, one that he had been waiting for, for a long time now. it was the perfect opportunity. it was the perfect day. his cock was already straining against the fabric of his pants, desperate to be freed. 

with long strides he moved towards the front door, as if he was supposed to be there, while he checked his surroundings casually. this large mountain of a man in his natural environment.

it took only a few seconds to break into your apartment, it was child’s play for someone like him. next time he should educate you better about safety, this was just not going to cut it. anyone could just break in and do whatever they pleased. 

as he stepped through the door and closed it quietly behind him, your smell wafted over him, enveloping him whole. his knees nearly grew weak with it, this overwhelming feeling of you. just you. everywhere he looked, it was you. it felt like paradise, and he never wanted to leave. 

he took his sweet time as he walked through your apartment, from the kitchen to the open concept living room, your comfortable looking couch, the one he had watched you on many a night. the one where you had spread your legs so invitingly, your fingers dipping below the band of your sweatpants. how he had wished back then he could have ripped those damned clothes off you. he wanted to see your wet pussy, how your fingers toyed with it, dipping into your wetness, massaging your clitoris, and making yourself cum, all for him, his sweet girl. 

just the image of it made his dick throb in his pants. he needed to get some relief. and soon. 

he forced himself to turn away from the living room, slowly exploring the rest of your beautifully decorated apartment. everything was so in place, and it all felt so much like you that it made it hard to breath. but the cherry on the top was just about to come, as he slowly crept into your bedroom. 

his breath hitched as his eyes trailed over your messy bed, some clothes strewn about, your smell somehow penetrating his nose even more so than before. 

but nothing prepared him for the pink silky thong he saw scattered on the floor next to your bed. as he stepped closer and carefully picked it up, he could see it was already worn. your sweet juices coating the fabric. 

it was all too much, he needed to cum so bad, his head nearly exploded with need, or rather his cock. so, with one hand tightly fisting your underwear, he ripped open his pants with the other and released his straining member out of its tight prison. a loud groan escaped his lips as he slowly started to fist his swollen member. 

his eyes slowly drifted back to your thong, dark thoughts filling his mind, and without another second to spare he pressed the lacy fabric to his nose. inhaling deeply and getting drunk off your scent. it was so incredibly perfect. he could imagine his face pressed between your soft thighs, his nose buried deep in your cunt, his tongue fucking you, in and out and in and out. 

while his fantasies carried him away, his hand picked up the pace. his legs awkwardly stumbling closer towards the bed, before he fell upon the soft mattress. 

it was all too much; you were surrounding him so completely and devastatingly that it made him feral. it was nearly impossible to stand, yet so incredibly perfect, he never wanted to be anywhere else again. 

he drowned on a big gulp of air, your sweet scent filling his nose. mere seconds after he wrapped the lacy thong around his cock, using it to get himself off. oh, how he wished it was your sweet cunt instead that wrapped itself around him, your tight heat enveloping him. but this had to do for now. 

as he imagined you bouncing up and down on his cock, your sweet moans and pleas filling the quiet room, he couldn't hold it any longer, he shot long and thick spurts of cum all over your little panties, some of it landing on your sheets. 

he slowly came down from the high of his mind-blowing orgasm and blearily looked around at the mess he made. with a devious smirk on his lips he rubbed the milky fluid further into your sheets, so you wouldn't notice the mess once the cum had dried up. but he would know. and maybe you would smell him just like he smelled you. and maybe you would touch yourself where he had done just now. he wanted you to cum with his essence surrounding you. he wanted to consume you whole and never let you go. 

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[leftshoeuntied]

König x Reader Blurb

feel like I'm in a bit of a creative rut right now, so just trying to write what comes to me if you'll forgive me if not good haha :)

CW: mentions of nightmares, but no in depth explanation of what's in them, military!reader, not edited

Everything that could’ve gone wrong during this mission went wrong. Hours late to the safe house, your hike to the safe house had doubled in time and night had already fallen around the two of you. As you drag your feet into the safehouse behind your CO, you nearly let yourself fall to tears. Separated from the rest of your team in the commotion of the last attack, it was just you and König in the safehouse tonight and the rest of your team should be back early tomorrow morning. 

You held back the tears, but you couldn’t help the shaky breaths you let out. Although it wasn’t your home, there was a bit of relief that you were away from all of the immediate chaos tonight, behind real walls and that your team should have exfil tomorrow.

König let out a gruff get yourself settled before heading into dining room area to prep some food for himself, you assumed. Readjusting your rucksack on your shoulders, you head down the dark hallway, peeping your head into the different doors along the walk to check the different rooms. You counted out three bedrooms, each with two twin beds tucked into them and one full bath at the end of the hallway. Quickly you tossed your bag into the doorway of the room closest to the bathroom, before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. 

The warm water helped to soothe your muscles, but the inside of your brain still felt like it was moving a million miles a minute. You emerged from the hallway into the living room area to find König set on the couch, bowl of food in one hand, remote in the other, flipping through the few staticky antenna channels on the television before settling on some black and white movie. Once he saw you, he nodded his head towards the kitchen and lifted the bowl of food, implying that he made extra for you to grab some. 

Dinner passed, and you thanked him for leaving you the extra, but had to wish him a goodnight. Today’s mission still weighed heavily on you, and you had hoped that some sleep in a real bed, even if just some twin bed in a random safehouse, could help you relax and release the stress from your bones. Sure enough, your exhaustion caught up to you but your sleep was anything but relaxing. When you woke up in a fright you could still feel your heart racing and the sweat dripping down your back, your dreams were a repeat of everything that happened earlier that day, but somehow worse, that you were only the one who made it back to the safehouse, unclear of the safety of your team.

The darkness of your empty room felt too heavy, hating that you couldn’t see the other bed in your room, even if you knew it was empty. You debated in your head what would be a worse option; staying in your room alone and not getting any sleep, or possibly waking up your CO just to tell him you had a nightmare. The second option was embarrassing and anxiety inducing enough on its own, but at least it gave you the chance of some sleep tonight. Seeing König could help you convince your brain that you’re not fully alone, but also you felt like a small child again looking for a parent for comfort. 

Finally, after a few minutes of silent debate, the chance of sleep outweighed the small moment of embarrassment, and you threw your legs over the side of your bed onto the ground to start your shuffle.

You knocked softly on the closed door across the hallway from you, but heard no movement from inside. You knew he was in there and should be safe, but you couldn’t help the panic starting to swirl in your stomach. Your spiraling state only clouded your brain more, your nightmares started to feel real.

“König?” you asked out softly, trying to choke back the scared sob crawling up the back of your throat. From there you hear a bed creak and heavy footsteps heading towards you. With a creak of the door, it swings softly open and König stares back down at you, or at least you assume so, between the mask and the darkness of the room and hallway blurring your vision a bit.

“Are you okay?” He asks lowly, the gruff sleepiness lining his tone.

“I’m sorry, I just, my dreams felt too real, I just had to double check…” You start, but the more you try to explain yourself, the more embarrassed you feel. You shouldn’t be letting these nightmares and anxieties effect you so much, especially in front of your CO.

“Would you like to sleep in here tonight?”

“I-“ you begin, but before you could even dissuade the idea and say you’ll be fine, König cuts you off.

“Go grab your sheets from your bed, let’s get you set up.”

Thank you, you whispered softly before turning back to your room in pulling your sheets quickly off of your bed. König followed you in to the room, grabbing your rucksack off the ground and plopped it by his own by the door of your now shared room. König had stepped back out of the room when you started to tuck your sheets onto the new bed. Part of you started to feel bad now for encroaching on his space in this small room. Yes, there were two beds in this room so you technically had your own space tonight, but there were now two other rooms with four empty beds that you should’ve been able to sleep in for one night without having to share a room with your CO.

After your new bed had been made and you had sat, König reemerged into the room with a mug of tea in his hands, and placed it carefully down on the windowsill next to your bed. “It’s peppermint, it’ll help settle your nerves. Drink it while it’s still warm.”

And with that, König turns and gets back into his own bed. Settling back on your own bed, you grab the mug from the windowsill and hold it close to your chest, taking some of its warmth. “Thank you” you say softly again, you guess he’s close to sleep again or at least trying since he’s on his back again looking up at the ceiling, but you can’t tell if his eyes are closed or not.

Rolling onto his shoulder, he let out an easy yawn and a soft gruff “of course now get some sleep, yeah?” 

Holding his eye contact you gave him a small smile and nod, “thank you”. You think you might see his eyes crinkle softly and with a small nod, he falls onto his back, settling back onto his own mattress. Soon soft snores started to fill the room, and you finished your last sip of tea before shuffling down further on the mattress and snuggling in for your own night of sleep.

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[ghostlythunderbird]

The Pack ~ The Letter

Pairings: Alpha!Konig, Alpha!Simon “Ghost” Riley, Alpha!Keegan P. Russ X Omega!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI, Omegaverse, Mentions of Anxiety/Panic attack, Ghost and Keegan are kinda mean for this one (Im sorry!), Konig being a big softie for Reader, Mostly Fluff for this one!

Words: 4,437 (Went a little too wild with this one!)

Author’s Notes: Please do not repost, edit, or translate my work. This blog and all content will be marked 18+ even if there is no NSFW content, if you are underage or have no age I don't want to deal with you. So sorry for the long time to update, I'm currently recouping after my hand surgery so ill try and update when I can, it sucks trying to write with one hand XD.

Summary: After being introduced to your new pack, you are taken to your new home or 'Den' at this point. While the introduction part went almost seamlessly, your starting to figure out that these alphas might be a little hard to get along with.

The drive home was nothing less than silent; aside from König sitting in the back seat with you, the two other alphas were quiet. 'Maybe they are the strong silent type.' You had told yourself. While you wanted to ask anything about themselves, you had a strong feeling that you would be told to be quiet by these alphas.

Close to an hour later, the car had come to pull into a short driveway. Looking out the window, the house itself was decent from the outside. A standard brick suburban house, copied and pasted much like many others on both sides of the street. The red bricks and white paneling nearly blinded you as you stared at it. Before you could ponder more on the look of your new 'home' the door on your side opened, The Alpha known as Ghost stood there "Come on, out ya get."

Sliding out of the vehicle you were snatched up by König who gently guided you up the steps to the front door. "Don't worry about your stuff right now, Schatz. We will get it later." Without another word, the front door was finally opened.

Your new home was lackluster; if you googled a Bachelor pad, this would be the definition of one. While there was furniture, it didn't feel as homey as you had expected. The living room was bare other than the oversized L-shaped couch and T.V. stand it faced. Hell, these guys didn't even have a fucking coffee table, of all things. As you further overlooked the room, you noticed the bare white walls. No different colored paint, picture frames, or calendar was hung up.

Just an empty minimalistic house. Perfect for three military bachelors.

As you stepped through the front door, you nearly lost your breath after the mix of alphas scents. The overall musk almost sent you to your knees, through the overbearing scent hints of Cinnamon, Vanilla, Mint, Smoke, and Leather blended in almost perfectly.

 Minutes passed as you regained yourself before you looked back towards the door to find König waiting for you to continue. "Are you okay, Schatz?" His voice was soft as he began to approach you. While you knew his second gender and the horror stories your family had told you growing up, none seemed to fit his character. His sheer size alone would make anyone panic if he approached, but with him nervously clutching his hands to soothe his anxiety. It made him appear much less intimidating and rough around the edges, reminding you more of a large shelter dog being welcomed into a new house for the first time. He wanted you to accept his home, his den, as somewhere you would feel comfortable and safe. 

From Konig's point of view, None of this seemed real to him.

In two weeks, König went from a pack-less and omega-less Apex to not just having his own pack but an omega that he could protect and care for. Everything was a mirage that could disappear should he touch it. But seeing you here before him, nothing less of a goddess, made it much more believable. "If you two are going to have an emotional moment, at least move out of the fucking doorway so people can get into the damn house." Ghost growled out as he passed both of you. Keegan followed close behind, but unlike Ghost, he gave you a blank stare as he passed. 

Looking down towards you, König felt his anxiety rear its head. Your face had fallen and a sour tone began to line your once relaxing scent. as you watched the two alphas walk away from the door.

As wordlessly they came in, they disappeared up the stairs to their shared room. This brought König to sigh heavily as he looked down at you again. "Don't worry, Schatz. They will warm up to you……eventually" He wasn't sure if he was telling you this or trying to reassure himself at the pair's attitude that one eighty once they were back in their den.

He didn't want you to feel they despised your existence as soon as you entered their lives. "Why don't we get you settled? I'm sure you're ready to rest." With the Apex mentioning this, your eyes lit up, and you couldn't help but smile at him. "Definitely; it seems like we all need a fat nap."

Both you and König laughed before he led you up the stairs. Reaching the next floor, he showed you where the single bathroom was and his, Ghost, and Keegan's bedrooms, just in case. At the end of the hallway was the final room. "This was Ghost's room originally, but once we were accepted, we all decided to leave one room open for you. So that you have your own space away from us." Upon opening the room, you were presented with one of the most enormous beds you'd ever seen. Resting on top were bags on bags of not just new nesting material. This ranged from thick fluffy comforters to sleek silk sheets; however, they lacked color.

It was a swirl of black and white with an underlying mix of grey.

It rendered you motionless as you took in the sheer amount, had these alphas gone out and bought you a whole nest and a half of material? You had never heard of alphas going to these lengths to make an omega comfortable. As you looked toward the Apex in the doorway, the anxiety in his posture was evident.

His hands were drawn up to his chest, clutching pieces of his shirt into his hands. He was even slouched forward to lower his overall height to match yours, even with it being impossible without him going to his knees.

"Well, I uh.....I'll leave you to get settled. Just call for us if you need anything." Without another word, the Apex left, closing the door behind him.

With that, you turned back to look at the covered bed before finally moving to clear off the excessive amount of nesting material lumped together. What you thought was an easy 15-minute job turned into 45 simply because your omega was getting too far distracted by the number of gifts she was given.

'Soft and Secure. Alphas are perfect, bringing nice gifts for a nest. The perfect nest for Alpha's pups.' She yipped. You were startled back to reality, god you haven't even known these alphas for a whole day, and suddenly, your omega is presenting herself, begging to be bred by these practical strangers. 'Jesus, you need to focus' Shacking your head to rid your mind of the intrusive thoughts, you attempted to finish your task.

Why would your omega be so enamored even after how the other two alphas seemed to want nothing to do with you?

Once all the material was put away for the time being, you had a yawn slip from your mouth. How long have you been up today? It was well over 14 hours at this point. Why not take a quick break. Deciding to rest, you had walked towards the sorted assortment of nesting materials before you settled on one of the larger and softer blankets. The void color overtook your view as you pulled it from its packaging.

'So soft,' You tiredly thought. After making it onto the bed and ensuring the blanket fully covers you, you finally lay down. Letting the bed hold the weight of your body.

It was quiet as you brought the blanket further up your chin. The only audible noise in the room was the sound of the ceiling fan. You hadn't realized how mentally exhausted you were from the entirety of not just today but the past few weeks. Each blink drew slower and slower until your vision went black, and your mind drifted to dreamless slumber.

~~~~~Flashback~~~~~

The sound of the T.V. did so little to drown out König's thoughts; König primarily spent the little time he had away from his rather dangerous occupation thinking about the 'What ifs' of his life. He was so caught in his thoughts he didn't realize Ghost had come back into the house, his hands full with mail. Most were bills, but one was large and thick compared to the rest.

Ghost placed all the envelopes on the counter before sorting them; the largest was addressed to König. From the Alpha Pack Selection Program. Something that the resident Apex had waited for close to 4 weeks for a response, one that hopefully bared good news. "König." His gruff voice echoed out.

Being pulled from his overreactive mind, the Apex leaned slightly to look at the other Alpha. The manilla folder being held transformed into a brightly lit target to the Austrian sprawled out on the couch.

The large man lunged off the couch, startling the smaller Alpha, who had just descended the stairs. "Jesus, König, a bit of a fucking warning." Keegan couldn't help but snarl after nearly getting run over by the Apex. It was rare for these sorts of incidents to happen in the house; the two alphas and the Apex were incredibly aware of where each was and their schedules. 

König was zeroed entirely in on the envelope in Ghost's hand, while he may have been eager to receive this letter. He couldn't help but fear their answer; after their last response, it would make seven rejections from the program. Each time was for the same reason "Due to your Apex representation, we regretfully have to decline your enrollment to our program." But it still didn't stop him from taking it and tore the envelope open. "well, come on mate, what does it say?" Ghost nudged his arm; the Apex hadn't realized that Ghost had even rounded the corner to stand beside him.

König took in a deep breath before releasing as he unfolded the papers to read the words printed onto the paper.

Dear Applicant,

It has come to our attention that you have sent multiple applications over the last few years. Each one followed with a swift rejection from our programs as your representation would cause an upset in both our application alphas who may be paired with you and in the omegas who could be assigned to your care.

While we appreciate the time and effort you have invested in becoming part of this program, we have concluded that we will no longer accept any future applications from you. However, with this harsh news, we will allow a new application with you, but you must have at least two other alphas willing to become paired with you in a pack. 

This envelope contains four applications for alphas willing to work and be assigned to a shared omega. These applications are only viable for 30 days; afterward, we will no longer accept any attempts to pair you. As well as, all previous information you provided will be deleted from our database.

~ The Alpha Pack Selection Program council 

The silence that surrounded the air of the Alphas was suffocating. Even with the tv playing in the background, it was drowned out by the tense atmosphere. König felt like he couldn't breathe; until a sob forced its way out, and air seemed to flood his lungs again. How was he supposed to find someone willing to pack with him? and within 30 days? No one wanted to be stuck with him, and he hardly knew any other Alphas outside his work. And those he did work with? Most were already packed or swore off mating altogether. 

This was it, his final chance to be accepted. With no potential pack-mates, he would lose his only chance of finding a mate and having pups. The world wanted him to live the rest of his life, never knowing the sweet touch of the omega for which he would lay down his life. To never know the feeling of pure happiness looking at a pup made from his omega and himself. A piece of him that he helped create.

Why? Why. Why. Why. WHY.

He hadn't realized that he was beginning to have a panic attack until Ghost dug his fingers into his shoulder. König could feel his body trembling, rolling off in waves, making his balance waver. "König, mate, you need to breathe," Ghost told him hushedly. Ghost and Keegan shared a look as the Apex slumped forward onto the counter, his head falling forward into his hands. 

Steadying his breathing, König straightened his back and pushed the papers away as they burned him. While his day may have been uneventful, he wished he had never opened the damn letter now. The crushing weight that bared on his shoulders now seemed to grow heavier as the seconds passed. Looking at the stack of papers, Ghost couldn't help but look at the pages that caused König to damn near crumble before them. 

The words spilled out before he made him sick. Why are they just now sending this? After all those years König spent trying to be accepted in this shitty program and getting rejected every time, they decide now to tell him what he needs to be accepted. Talk about hitting a man while he's down. Looking towards the dark-haired Alpha, leaning against the back of the couch, "Keegan, take a look at this fuckin' shit." While reading over the papers, the smaller Alpha couldn't believe the audacity of these fucking people. All this just because he was a slightly different second gender?

Casting a glance at the large Apex, who seemed to be on the verge of shutting down completely. While Keegan was a hardass, usually, he couldn't help but feel bad for his brother-in-arms. "So they are telling you to find a pack outside this program to be accepted? What a load of crap." His brain couldn't help but reel at the fact they were giving him only 30 days to figure this out; who could even help him now? He paused. Looking between Ghost and König, he knew what he was about to say would either be genius or he was about to be hit for. "What if Ghost and I pack with you?"

König and Ghost both wheeled around, both wearing surprised expressions. "The fuck are you on about? Did you hit your head on your last O.P.?" Ghost exclaimed as he stepped toward the smaller Alpha. "How are we the best options for a fuckin pack?" Keegan took a step backward as Ghost entered his space. 'Fuck, probably should have kept my mouth shut.'

Clearing his throat, "Think about it, Ghost, we're both unbonded alphas who know König the best; hell, we already live with him. And he needs a pack to be accepted. Why not throw us in and see where we go?" The air between them grew tense as the larger Alpha stared at him. "Right, and we're the best choices to take care of an omega; last I checked, neither of us have been around one." Ghost spoke through a tense jaw. As much as he was against being anywhere around an omega, he knew it was the best option between them.

König looked at them both. "A-are you guys sure? I know you guys aren't comfortable with this; I don't want you to force yourselves into this just because of me." The Apex was ecstatic to hear that they would try, but he knew he couldn't get his hopes up with this. There was still the possibility they would all be rejected. 

"If this gets you into that program, I will push for it as much as possible." Keegan calmly stated. The Apex looked towards Ghost, who still looked unsure, giving him a kicked puppy look.

The blonde Alpha signed before giving König a look. "Alright, we'll give it a go. But if they reject us, this Program business stops. Are we clear on that?" König nodded ecstatically while Keegan released a deep chuff. The emotions swept over the Apex so much he didn't realize he had dragged Ghost into a bear hug. "GET OFF ME, YOU FUCKIN MUPPET; Keegan, help me out ere'!"  

~~~~~~

After sending in the paperwork, they got their response two weeks later.

They were accepted.

König felt like he was about to pass out; everything was starting to work out. But it was only the beginning for the newly formed pack. Not only were they a pre-formed pack, but due to their extended military service, they were also notified that they could choose their omega. Hence the giant pile of files on the kitchen table.

It felt like they'd been at this for hours, passing the scent samples for each one to inhale. Each Alpha had the scent samples they liked, but when presented to the other two, it was met with a swift rejection and sometimes with a comment. While some omegas looked good on paper or had a decent scent, the Alphas couldn't agree.

"How about this one? She comes from a wealthy family in Italy, and it even says, 'She enjoys the finer things in life.'

"No, Keegan, It sounds like she'd be more of a glorified brat. Anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth is nothing but trouble for people in our job."

Or it's a same-answer vote.

"Yeah fuck this one; smells like a Hospital."

"I'm going to have to agree with Ghost on this one. It reminds me of when my mom used so much cleaner in the house when I was a kid."

They thought this would be the easiest part, but they were definitely over their heads. Ghost finally stood up in a rage. "We've been sitting here for fuckin HOURS, and not a single one we have agreed on. Most of them smell like shite too." The Alpha raised his hands and walked to the fridge to grab another beer. KKönig stood as well at the other Alpha's tone. "No one said the selection was easy, and there's only a few left. Let's get through them, and then we can take a break." The Apex pleaded.

That only seemed to rile up the exasperated Alpha more "How the hell are we going to find an omega at this point? We can't agree on a single one?" Both alphas stared at each other "HOW DO YOU KNOW? WE ARENT EVEN DONE!"  

Keegan watched as both alphas continued to argue; their conversation slowly was tuned out as he watched while resting his head in one hand. As much as he wanted to pipe up to aid König in calming Ghost down, He knew better than to get between these two during times like this. Before Keegan could intervene, a quick breeze of something sweet passed his nose, and the Alpha couldn't help but follow it back to the remaining folders. This scent was the best one he'd had all day, so he couldn't help but be curious.

It led him to a file towards the bottom that seemed much newer but was thinner than the other files in the stack. Once he opened it, the sweet scent was no longer teasing him. Taking the scent sample from the file, Keegan couldn't stop himself from pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply.

It felt like he became weightless for those seconds; how had he not noticed this one earlier? It reminded him of the smell of fresh rainfall, a sweet yet calming scent. His Alpha couldn't help but be drawn to whoever the smell belonged to; without a second thought, Keegan pulled back from the cloth to look at the pages in the folder. Whoever's file this was about was the smallest one he had seen from the entire stack.

The picture attached gave him a view of the person that caught his Alpha’s attention.

You were stunning; His Alpha yipped in delight. ‘Yes, yes! Pretty mate! Must mate, Must protect!’

However, something felt wrong in the picture. Looking closer, the smile that graced your features didn't seem to reach your eyes. Your eyes held sadness and hidden anger that could reveal itself should you choose to snap. As his eyes flickered across the pages, Keegan stored everything he could about you away.

Omega Profile

Name: (Y/N) (L/N)

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Second Gender: Omega

Personality: N/A. Omega and Family declined to file the Omega Attribute survey.

The sickening sound of glass crack made Keegan snap his head upwards; the sight before him was far from good. Ghost and König stood only a few feet apart; the Apex and Alpha had their teeth bared and chests puffed up. Ghost was making his displeasure clear to the Apex while König was getting close to putting him back in his place among the three. It wasn't often it happened due to each other's work schedule, but when it did, someone was going to have their ego bruised, and some furniture might end up being broken.

“I highly recommend to watch what you say next, Simon.” The Apex spoke. His voice had dropped an octave; His Apex was close to taking over to deal with the Alpha. Ghost was silent before scoffing, moving to clean up his broken glass of bourbon. Keegan took this as his chance to break the tense air. “If you two are done with your pissing contest, I think I got one.” He slowly held up the small cloth between his index and middle fingers. As much as Keegan wanted to hoard the small cloth to himself, he needed to let at least his newfound packmates have a chance to decide if the omega was a good fit.

König was the only one who returned to the table to remove the cloth from Keegan’s hand. Lifting it towards his nose, he caught the scent almost immediately. It had him completely forgetting his altercation just minutes prior. “wow….I like this one; her scent is not overpowering and smells good. Simon, wanna try this one?” The Apex had turned back to the Alpha, who was leaning on the counter nursing a new glass of bourbon. The look in his eyes made Konig nervous; the Blonde Alpha was definitely over the whole experience, but seeing how both Keegan and König agreed on the scent patch, it seemed to be at least a contender.

Sighing, He set his drink on the counter before returning to the table. König slowly held the cloth towards him, but before he took it, he looked towards the two Alphas. “If this one smells like shite, I'm punching both of you.” Simon grumbled before snatching the small fabric. He stared at the cloth before finally giving in; as soon as the scent filled his nose, it was as if all the tension in his body had just melted away.

The other Alphas held their breath as they waited to see what the blonde alpha had to say. Simon looked at the pair as he set the cloth on the table near the open file. “Well, she doesn't smell bad. What's in her file?”

Keegan and König shared a look before handing Simon the file; It seemed they finally agreed on their potential omega.

~~~~~

The days counting down to them finally meeting you and bringing you home were absolutely hectic, to say the least. So many emotions filled the small townhouse as all three alphas cleaned and organized the house as best as they could, no omega should have a dirty home when they come home in the alpha's mind. Most were bouts of Anxiousness and Frustration, a vast majority were from the poor Apex who checked everything twice to make sure everything was perfect.

At the one-week mark Ghost and Keegan decided to move into the same room to make sure you have a space for yourself as you settled down. The move sparked from just the simple question "Where is our omega going to stay until she's warmed up to us?" To say it had the alphas taking multiple steps back was an understatement. Another thing that was brought up (By Ghost mind you) was what were you going to use should you decide to make a nest.

It may have not been something the Alphas were well versed in, but they at least made an effort. Cue the three alphas going out and buying almost two whole carts full of nesting material, plus the whole material selection boot camp.

"What about this one? It's big and it's super soft!" ~ König

"No no, She needs something that won't stick to her if she uses this for her heats. What about that silk sheet kinda stuff?" ~ Keegan

"Why not just get her some fucking blankets and pillows, This nesting shit can't be that complicated" ~ Ghost

It was definitely quite the scene watching these big alphas carry multiple bags worth of nesting material due to them being unsure what to get.

Once everything was settled, the day when they finally got to meet you arrived. The checking-in process was seamless, soon leading to the alphas being led to a smaller room waiting for the actual introduction. From what the receptionist had told them the Omegas family still needed to finalize paperwork, It had been the longest wait any of the alphas had ever done. But when the door finally opened to reveal the betas and you, time seemed to stand still.

They collectively decided they would die for you if it made you happy.

~~~~~

It had been a few hours since König had left your room. Call him paranoid, but no noise was coming from the door. Worried about you, he walked back to your door before knocking.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" Hearing no response, he slowly opened the door and was greeted by a dimly lit room. And there on the bed, you laid completely still on the massive bed, sound asleep.

Once you walked in through that door, all his fears and worries seemed to implode and no longer existed. You were more than everything he could have dreamed of; how you weren't already paired was beyond him. You entangled him. Everything about you was beautiful, from your hair and eyes to your body. It wasn't until he had heard his name from downstairs that he was brought out of his trance.

He was casting you one last glance, taking in your sleeping form before turning to leave. König told himself he would make this work. Because now that he had you, He wasn't ever going to let you go.

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[burstinn]

Eldritch Octo! König x Male reader

I want an x male reader with eldritch König. I always find x female :(( so I made one for myself.

Can be read as Gn! reader but targeted audience is male or people with he/ him or he/ they

Warning: Translated German, Non-con?, Forceful relationship/ toxic relationship.

Striking and sliding your legs out of the wreckage of your teams ship. Coughing out blood and sea water as you suck in a breath.

Burying your head in the sand of an island you managed to get onto.

The sand was cold. So was the air. You were cold. You turn your body to look at the wreckage or what's left of the wreck. A few scraps float to the island you sat on.

There were no other survivors or none you could see. You didn't even know why and how this happened.

You were just down at the docks then you heard an alarm go off making you sprint upstairs to the main deck. Seeing the panic and screams of your team running around.

You tried to ask what's happening but no one answers. All to consumed with whatever happened to make them panic this hard. They we're all scrambling around. You could hear some Shooting rounds some shouting orders others running past you to get downstairs.

Then everything went blank you couldn't remember what else happened. Just a loud bang and you wake up floating on some scrap then you saw this island. You must've passed out. It's a miracle your even alive I mean you were unconscious the whole time.

Did an enemy pull out a surprise attack? That could be possible. Was there something wrong with the ship? Also possible..

You let out deep shaky breaths. You were probably the only survivor on that ship. You tilt your head from side to side looking at this lone island you were in. Behind you looked almost like a jungle you couldn't see past the bushes and trees contributing to how it was night. It was eerie

Weird. It looked like a huge island. It could possibly fit a colony or small village. He couldn't remember seeing this on the map.. Is this an unmapped island?

You stay silent. That's odd...no sounds of animals not birds, not predators or prey hell not even crickets. How could an island be this big but no animals?

Your thoughts were cut short when you hear someone walk on the sand. You flinch swiftly tilting your body to see who it was an enemy? A teammate? A wild animal?..

You sit up. Wait.. That's not.. Right..

It's a 6'10 man walking towards you. Wearing military uniform? A hood hiding his whole face only showing his eyes.

"W-What the-"

You mumble out. Was there a search team already? Why was a lone military man in this island?

"Hello, schatz. I finally get to see you"

He spoke with an Austrian Accent. He spoke with familiarity like he knew you. But you didn't know him. You shakily stood up when he was close to you. Carefully balancing yourself and getting a position to run if this man tries anything.

"Wh-Where is your team? Where are the other soldiers? Who are you? Are you a search and rescue?"

You quickly asked narrowing you eyes in suspicion. Which only made the man before let out a gutteral laugh.

It made him smile seeing you look so strong and cautious even getting in position to sprint away from him. Adorable he doubts you'd even have the time to process what he would do before you could even start running.

"No no schatz, I'm not here to rescue you. I'm here to finally make you mine!"

The Man says normally a glint in his eye. Enthusiasm in his voice as he steps closer.

"Excuse me? This is no time to fucking joke- who the fuck are you?! I swear if I-"

"I'm König" he cuts you off, "there's no need to tell me your name I already know everything about you, bitte come here. Let me finally hold you"

You step back as the man.. Named König held out his arms expectantly waiting for you.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! No! Where are your soldiers?! W- How do we get out of this damn island?!"

You hiss. Screaming at König the hint of authority, anger and fear in your tone. Which made König's enthusiasm fall. He didn't like that tone you were giving him.

He hoped you'd be more submissive.. More cooperative with him. You can see under his mask, his mood shifts.. So did König's tone something more mocking, angry, sinister.

"Ruhige Schlampe, You don't leave the island. I won't allow you too meine liebe. You are confused, it's sad you don't remember what happened"

He responds. Chuckling as he doesn't waste no time to quickly walk over to you and grabbing your arm.

"Das ist traurig Schätzchen, it's okay I'll tell you. I destroyed your ship. I killed everyone. So I can finally have you."

König cooed in your ear. Placing his gloved hand in your cheek.

Your stood frozen.

Is this guy joking? There's no way- but he

"Nein, I am not joking. I can feel you are scared do not worry I will take care of you. I will keep you here in this island.. With me.. Forever"

König hummed as he wraps his arms around you. He just read your mind.. Just when you were about to open your mouth.. To scream, to tell him that this isn't some funny joke.

You felt something wriggling under König's mask. Then something wet and sticky hit your face then multiple wrapping around your face.

You let out a yelp being quickly muffled as you look down and see tendrils.. Octopus like tendrils wrapping your face.

After an agonizing moment of feeling wet slimy tentacles slink around your face some even going in your mouth.. And you felt something touch your lips.. This felt so uncomfortable.. It felt so.. Disgusting..

Then König pulls back leaving circle like marks on your face. You let out a sharp gasp you couldve pushed König but He was holding onto you. You couldn't even move.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WAS THAT?!? GET OFF ME GODDAMIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You screamed so pathetically. It was music to König's ears he had dreamed of this day for so...so long. To hear you whine under him. To make you be his. He knew you'd put up a fight that's what he likes about you.. So strong, brave... He go on and on about why you even had the privilege to get his attention.

But he did this for you. Making an island and killing off anyone who'd get in König and your romance life. This was enough of a testament for his love for you. And you would understand it. You should be grateful.

He deserves you now that he'd shown his deep adoration for you! He'd make sure you will.

"Do not be scared schatz, we can be together of you just let me do this. Bleiben wir zusammen"

König pulls you closer to him. Burying your face in his chest muffling your protests even as you pushed and pulled away and at König he wouldn't budge. He didn't even care if your wet body soaks his clothes.

"You are cold yes Mein Mann?, do not fret I will make you a viable house you can live in"

He smiles under his mask. You could tell by the way König insanely looks down at you.

His arms around you felt crushing even as he forces you to lay at the sand with him.

"Is this island nice for you? I made it for you. nur für dich, let me keep you warm. You must be so tired."

Note: so like first post.. Nice.

But if I wrote something wrong or missed something about the German.. Tell..

And idk if I'm making part 2 I'm laaazzzyyy.

[serotonincemetery]

König x M!Reader headcanons!!

((Not gonna talk about how this is from January 8th of 2023))

Meeting you.

- Super fuckin hesitant.

- Is it the social anxiety or the fact that you’re hot?

- He remembers when you looked at him.

- Your eyes were squinted trying to undress his face under the mask.

- He remembers the look on your face when you couldn’t envision his face.

- Under the mask he was panicking that you were looking at him.

- You were literally staring at him like 🧍‍♂️🤨😧

- Instant internal panic mode.

- You remember when he looked away, he looked uncomfortable and you had realized what you were doing.

- You felt bad.

- These interactions kept happening and you accidentally kept making him uncomfortable.

- Eventually you had distanced yourself to make him comfortable and realized how shitty of a predicament this was.

- Him staying away from the team because of you. And now you’re staying away from the team for him.

- Soon enough you grow tired of distancing yourself and you go to apologize.

- “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I just didn’t realize, and I’m sorry.”

- He looked like he was malfunctioning.

- Cue your internal panic

- You had let out a shaky sigh and turned to leave when he had grabbed you, he had quickly apologized and explained that he didn’t expect you to have pulled him aside.

- After that whole ordeal you two became fast friends.

Friends

- Let me spell it out for you

- C.O.M.P.E.T.I.T.I.V.E

- Constant competitions

- Friendly trash talking.

- Pushing and shoving

- Races down the hall.

- He is highly competitive and cocky when you two are training and neither of you hold back.

- Usually ends up with both of you having tons of bruises everywhere from the rubber bullets you two constantly fired at each other.

- When training neither one of you go after anyone else, literally just attack each other.

- He would constantly have his arm on your shoulder when you two are standing idly.

- Using you as an arm rest is a constant thing in your friendship.

- You using him as a footstool when you need to climb up somewhere that you can’t hoist yourself up is common as well.

- Everyone knows that when they are sent out for a mission in pairs, not to ask you two.

- Instant partners.

- Tbh you two go well together when out on mission.

- Literally you two share a braincell.

Feelings

- He started liking you first.

- Even when he first met you.

- You were fucking hot.

- Of course he would never admit that.

- But he subtly liked you for a while aside from fearing you for a bit in the beginning.

- But sometimes fear is a good thing.

- Look at you two now.

- Constant competitions, always mission partners, sometimes you two slept in the same room because nightmares plagued both of you.

- Lowkey you both have nightmares of losing the other.

- Thats what makes you realize you like him.

- The idea of losing him crushed you and vice versa.

- It was really a question on who grew a pair first.

- You two had been relaxing in his room.

- You sat on the floor leaning against the frame of the bed while fiddling with a string

- He was laying down in bed, tired, and staring up at the ceiling. He had moved his hand off his stomach and flopped it down behind your head and when you leaned your head back to touch his hand, he went to move it to caress your head.

- He sat up partially and you looked at him. You both had turned red and took a moment to recollect yourselves in silence before you placed your head back down and he fiddled with your hair.

- You two were in silence as you two were there, both still red in the face and slightly hesitant.

- But that interaction sparked more intimate ones later on

[lycheedr3ams]

Death's Angel

Part 7: Sacrifice

royal!fem!reader x executioner!konig

Summary: It's 1554. You're one of the eight daughters of the Austrian royal family, and your parents do everything they can to ensure their kingdom is prosperous and peaceful. No royal court is complete without their hand-picked executioner, one who stands out against the sea of black, faceless bodies that make up the profession. It just so happens that your family's new executioner, one who has made a name for himself far and wide for his skill with the axe, has caught your eye and ruined you for good.

Warnings: MDNI! smut, mutual pining, forbidden love, death (konig is an executioner duh), mean sisters, mentions of medieval-type violence, overbearing parents, konig is brooding and a perv, some predator/prey dynamics, possessive!konig, maybe dark themes bc reader likes seeing him kill people and bc he's a perv?

Part 6 | Part 8

I know it's been a while since I've updated this series. My life has been super busy, and I even moved. Thank you all for your patience and I hope you enjoy! One more chapter to go. as a reminder, the taglist is closed

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series inspired by the art below!

It was evening when the horse Konig had chosen collapsed from exhaustion. You were stranded in the middle of the dark forest, hours away from any landmark you recognized. Your horse lay panting on the mossy forest floor, and you held your head in your hands.

"what are we going to do? we have no money! we're lost! they're going to come looking for us!" you mumbled furiously as you began to pace. konig came over immediately and put his large, solid hands on your shoulders.

"Engel, i told you i would take care of you, didn't i?" he asked as he lifted your chin to look up at him. he gently wiped away your warm tears with his axe-calloused thumbs. "i will figure this out. we will be okay."

"but..but how! and all the gifts you gave me, they're back at the castle, and --" you nearly shrieked. you had never had a panic attack before, had never felt such fear and confusion. your life, unlike konig's, had always been planned out, set in stone, predictable, cushy. every hour of every day was always set with lessons and meals and events. but now your dress was torn, and your broken heals lost during the escape. the cold, damp earth almost stung underneath your soft feet. konig squeezed your shoulders and shook you.

"Engel!" he said, a bit louder this time. you looked up at him with wide eyes. "we are going to be okay. i told you i would take care of you, and that is exactly what i shall do. do not worry about the things i gave you. i will give you that and tenfold again."

he pulled you into a tight hug, grounding yourself in his body rather than your racing, chaotic mind. his arms were almost rock solid, but his body was so, so warm as he embraced you. for a moment, the entire world faded away, and it was just the exiled princess and her forbidden love.

the furious panting of your exhausted horse also brought you back to reality. you gently turned your head against konig's chest and looked at the poor creature laying on the ground.

"will he be okay?"

konig gently rubbed your head. "yes, we just exhausted him. we're not going to be able to go anywhere else for the night. we should not be discovered out here."

you look up at konig. "but what if we are discovered?"

his eyes were soft as he looked down at you. "then i will protect you."

you looked at him sadly. "i hope it doesn't come to that."

"as do i, Engel," he soothed as he cradled your head. "for now, we need to rest. we cannot risk a fire, the smoke will draw the soldiers. we will have to lay close for warmth."

you smile softly at him and can't help the heat that surges to your cheeks. "i'm not complaining."

konig chuckles quietly. "and neither am i."

konig removes his overcoat and wraps it around you before gesturing for you to lay on the mossy ground.

"i..." you look at the moss, feeling a little disgusted.

"ah," he said as he shook his head. "you've never slept on the ground. i almost forgot."

you look uneasily down at the damp, green moss, and take a deep breath. "it's fine." you offer konig an uneasy smile as you hesitantly lay down on the moss. the only surface you had ever slept on was silken sheets on a down bed. never once had you imagined you would be sleeping on cold, damp moss with the one whom you were never permitted to speak to.

konig laid down behind you and wrapped his arm around you, spooning you. "when i build us a house, Engel, you will have the finest sheets and silk like you once did."

you rub his arm. "konig, i don't need any of that. all i want is you."

he gently squeezes your shoulder. "yes, yes, but i still want you to have the finest sheets."

you turn around slightly and lift his hood up to reveal his surprisingly soft lips. you look into his eyes, silently asking for permission, before you closed the gap between you and gently kissed him. you had never felt your humanity so intensely as you did in this moment: laying on the damp earth, kissing your forbidden love under a canopy of leaves and stars.

you snuggle into konig's chest and wrapp yourself tightly around him.

"sleep well, Engel," he whispers. "all will be well."

...

"send out all our troops to find the executioner! he has kidnapped my daughter!" your father screeched to the army commander the moment he saw you and konig disappear beyond the castle grounds. the army commander bowed and swiftly went to assemble his soldiers. your mother broke down on the ground, crying hysterically. your sisters stared in disbelief and disgust.

"you have your orders," the army commander said to his hastily formed troops. "you are to find the princess, and kill the executioner on sight."

the mail-clad soldiers nodded, and set off on horseback to every last corner of Austria.

...

the next morning, you and konig began to wander the wilderness on horseback. with no sense of direction other than the sun, all you knew was that you were heading far, far away from Austria. your heart nearly leapt out of your chest whenever a stray bird rustled in the leaves, or when a deer leaped through the forest. konig sat behind you on the horse with his arms around you as he held the reins. his eyes were sharp from beneath his hood as he constantly scanned the forest for threats.

by midday, you could see a break in the forest. and beyond the meadow that lie past the forest, a silhouette of a mountain could be seen.

"once we reach the mountains, they will surely never find us," konig assured you as he kicked the horse to a trot.

you nodded and held onto the horse's mane.

"HALT!" a voice sounded from behind you.

you froze completely, and all the blood drained from your face. konig stopped the horse instantly.

"turn the horse around," the voice commanded. konig obeyed.

you came face-to-face with a small band of soldiers from your kingdom's army, ones sent by your father. they drew their swords and bows on their horses.

"by decree of the king, executioner, you are to be killed for your crime of kidnapping the princess," the leading knight said in a stern voice.

your eyes widened and your breath almost died in your throat.

"no! i wasn't kidnapped! I went willingly!" you yelled, startling your horse a little. konig whispered something in your ear.

"princess, there is no need to worry. you will be okay from here on out. we will save you," another soldier said.

"no! i mean it! i went with him on my own!" you shook your head as tears began to fall down your face as you panicked. konig did not take his eyes off any of the soldiers for an instant.

"you have been brainwashed, princess, by this devil," the leading solider said. "please, your highness, dismount the horse."

you began to hyperventilate, the air suddenly feeling quite thin in your lungs. your vision on the periphery began to blur, and you could barely hear your voice as you screamed.

"i haven't been brainwashed! I went willingly! i wanted to escape!"

before you could say anything else, your horse was suddenly struck with an arrow right in its skull. the beast toppled over and sent you and konig tumbling to the ground. konig gently grabbed your head and lessened the blow of your skull against the earth.

"step away from the princess!" one knight yelled as they dismounted with weapons drawn.

you and konig still lay on the ground as the soldiers came closer with their swords and bows. you stood up in front of konig and wiped your tears. konig stared up at you in shock as the roles were suddenly switched as you protected him. A princess protecting an executioner; such a thing had never been seen before.

"i won't let you hurt him! he's done nothing wrong! i wanted to leave! can't you see?!" you yelled.

the soldiers quickly surrounded you and konig in a circle. konig hastily stood up but did not dare to touch you.

a knight held out his free hand to you. "princess, you will be safe now."

"NO!" you yelled as you backed into konig and bumped into him. the knights were getting closer to you and him. there was nowhere to run.

"Engel, do not do this," konig whispered to you. you turned and looked up at him in panic.

"do what?! i'm not going with them! I'm going with you!"

suddenly, a knight grabbed you by the arm and yanked you away from konig and out of the circle. konig now stood alone in the center of the circle, not even daring to defend himself against the armed group of knights. there was nothing he could do.

your heart pumped loudly and your blood rang in your ears as you saw a knight behind konig raise his sword.

you couldn't hear your bone-chilling scream as you pushed through the circle with inhuman strength and cast konig aside right as the sword swung.

a cold feeling tore through your chest.

all were frozen.

you looked down at your blood-soaked dress. you felt a pair of strong arms grab you and hold you tight, and the knights threw down their weapons.

your forbidden lover held you as your vision faded black.

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Call of The Valley AU Masterlist (Stardew Valley AU)

My Thots

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

Where you're in Las Almas, visiting a friend when the city becomes the scene of a massacre

König Headcannons

How I think his anxiety would affect him/his behaviour

Philip Graves x Reader 18+ MDNI

Where you work for Task Force 141, but you and Graves have a... History ➔ afab!gn!reader, heavily implied smut, pegging, dom!reader, sub!character, sub!Graves

Syrupy Sweet: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 18+ MDNI

Where Soap gets a job at a bakery and becomes infatuated with you ➔ creepy Soap, pervy Soap, dub-con, lust at first sight, afab! reader (described as having boobs & wearing a bra)

Task Force 141 + König Headcannons

How they react when you have a subtle panic attack

It's Not Enough: Captain John Price x Reader 18+ MDNI

An injury leaves the Task Force's Captain unable to do all that he usually does. You're more than happy to help. ➔ gn!reader, pillow fucking, desperate almost subby Price

Picture Day: Task Force 141 x Reader 18+ MDNI

You reach out to your fellow Task Force Members for some help with a... strange situation ➔ non-consensual sending of nudes, asking for nudes, sending of nudes

I Was Kidding: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader 18+ MDNI

Part One: The Set Up

Gaz wakes up hungover with little memory of the night before. Luckily, you, his friend, are there to help him piece it together ➔ alcohol consumption, drunkeness, hangovers, jealousy, accidental confessions, making out, mentions of wet dreams

Part Two: The Build-Up

After his accidental, still somewhat drunken confession, Gaz and you enjoy the things people can do when they become more than friends ➔ afab!reader (you/your pronouns), implied alcohol consumption and drunkenness, hangover, crying, big feelings, making out, mentions of wet dreams, dry humping, sexual acts and fantasies, vomiting

Part Three: The Punchline ~ coming soon

Inspired Thots

Nasty! Coworker! Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 18+ MDNI

inspired by IKEA Soap by @ceilidho ➔ pervy behaviour, noncon filming/voyeurism, gross behaviour

Charmed! Slasher! Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader 18+ MDNI

inspired by Charmed Slasher! Simon by @charliemwrites ➔ manipulation, period sex, blood eating

Crow Harpy Hybrid! Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Gaz x Reader

inspired by the Monster 141 AU by @bluegiragi

[cookiepie111]

Bite me. Love me

König x black reader

Part 2

A/N-He's weird a walking red flag but the red flags are hazy almost like they're not there? Like a marage. His red flags are something you quite can't put a finger on at first until you realise it's everything it's the sum of all he's doing. A good boyfriend but a bit strange Idk he's sort of a you gotta get uncomfortable before you get comfortable

For me könig a bit of a strange man a man. He kinda understands social cues, but sometimes gets them a bit wrong. he slightly pushes your boutons and boundaries to see what he can get away with and how he can squeeze you

It's kinda like he has you in his teeth but he's not actually biting down, just grinding and rolling you in-between his teeth, he likes it and you're 'safe' that way, he wouldn't actually hurt you

Listen, sorry for all that yapping, but you needed to hear it. Anyway, a longer/second part to könig failed flirting attempt.Please like, reblog, and comment. Not proofread

Tag list: @thatmusedhatter @himboelover @canyonswft13 @montenegroisr @kneelingshadowsalome @havikshoochiemama @wordstome @lanalafey

You lost a bag that's cool, that's fine, although wouldn't call it lost, stolen more like given? Bag was practically thrown it into the robbers' hands. self-preservation above all else.

You couldn't focus on a single thing. Thoughts and worries tangle in your head as you recall the past events in your kitchen. You survive all that time back home, not getting robbed, only for your black ass to be robbed in a cafe in Austria!

'Come to Austria they said it'll be fun they said!'

ID, cards, money, everything in that bag gone. Thrown to the hands of a strange man. Why you. You'd have to go to the police, file a report, call the bank, and freeze your cards. "Aghhh!" All you could do was drop the floor and cry.

Surprisingly, this wasn't the worst pick-up fail könig had, so he can at least find comfort in that. can't get any lower than rock bottom...

The purse in his hands looked comical small, maybe its him, his hands that are making it look so small. you couldn't keep all your things in here? maybe it's a trend for women to carry purses the size of apples, putting fashion over function. Not something that könig would do.

Those who saw the whole ordeal go down, now eye him with suspicion, wondering what his next move will be, gripping their own items closer. He can only laugh to himself if he wanted he'd have no problem taking their stuff away. But it's better to leave so he can find you.

Walking out, he takes the time to look through your bag. cards, ID, cash, so manu important things, and you just handed them over to him. Playing with the ID card in his hands, mulling over your features. you had such a pretty name, such a serious face you were making in your photo too, not at all like the frightened look you had before.

It's more than enough to track you down he still didn't get the chance to ask you out. He couldn't bring it back empty-handed. Maybe a new purse would do.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ���❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

The kitchen floor provides a surprising amount of comfort in these moments. 5 panic attacks down, and you're only down starting to cry. The knock on the door is either about to be a blessing or curse. Maybe the police finally came, or a good samartain got your purse back.

There wouldn't be any blessing today. The other side of the door only showed your assailant. If the panic attacks weren't enough to send you over the edge, spiralling, seeing this man at your door certainly was. taking your purse wasn't enough, like some sick grim reaper he's come for your life.

Playing dead is an option, right? You'd have to be stupid to think you could outrun this man. Yeah, laying down for a quick kill would be best-

" I brought you a gift, to apologise"

A gift?

You kept your eyes on bag half because you couldn't believe him and also you were too scared to look him in the eyes.

"It seems I scared you back at the cafe, I only wanted to ask you out" he holds out a bag in front of you.

Ha. It was a mistake. A simple misunderstanding. You'd spent the better half of today crying on the floor because of some big man's poor flirting skills. You wanted to cry again.

Might as well take the bag. What's one more mistake or bad choice today. All your items are there, and you suddenly feel relife, tears welling in eyes as your knees buckle. Your purse, cards, sweets, the second half of the book you're reading? Wait, some of this isn't yours.... was he using your bag to hold his stuff?? You stare back at him, waiting for an answer.

" they're yours a gift to apologize"

"Oh"

Maybe it's all in your head. You're just on edge in a new place. You feel like you can finally relax. The tension knotted in your shoulders slowly unravels. You feel silly and like a wet dog

" I'm sorry about that. Thank you for bringing it back,"

"A date"

What. You see him now only closer than before threatening to enter the boundaries of your home.

" Let me take you out for a drink to apologise." It's such an intense stare he has, focused souly on you. It makes you uncomfortable, stepping back slightly to put some space between you, a bad idea, as he matched your pace stepping forward, foot now fully in your house. You started in disbelief. There's no way this man just stepped in your house, muddy shoes and all. For the last time today, you look back at him, annoyed. An surprise for könig but not an unwelcome one.

"I don't drink"

"coffee"

"No"

"Tea"

"Hmm "

he squints and pauses at that answer

'"a cafe"

"Leave please"

"I'll pick you up on Thursday"

He's barley out the door before you shut it on him, locking the door and pulling the chain

she didn't say no right away. That means he still got a chance.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

It's Thursday afternoon and once again you're sat in the kitchen panicking as your feet tap along with the rhythm of the clock.

The whole morning was spent worrying out your mind. It's a miracle your heart hasn't given out yet. Maybe he was just messing you, and now you've spent the whole morning worrying for nothing. more time passed, and your worry turned to annoyance. You did your whole makeup for this, and he didn't show.

You jump up at the sound of the door, rushing to open it. You pause. Taking a moment to collect yourself before before opening the door.

He looks better than before, still donning that scary balaclava, but in more casual clothes and flowers in hand. He's too forward with his actions, pushing the bouquet in your hands before he even spoke.

It's awkward. He doesn't say much(because that worked so well the first time), and neither do you. This silent walk is too painful to bear.

At least you can say he's a gentleman (sort of). The date was paid in full, and he got a gift. You've learned a few things about könig now. His jokes are cheesy, but they did make you laugh. He resides in an upscale apartment that's too big for him (his words)outside of the city centre. Currently on break from the army (a potential red flag that'll lingered in your thoughts), he's got a big appetite and love for strong drinks.

This afternoon hadn't been all that unpleasant. You quite like the man, you find some strange comfort and safety in him. It's even nice when he pulls you close to him, resting a hand on your hip.

"Haha, are you happy to see me, or is that a knife in your pocket?"

"Knife."

"Hah-" and He pulled out a blade.

...

Oh. Now we're back to weird again.

Why couldn't he just be normal!? It's too casual the tricks he's doing with the knife. How were you supposed to pretend this was normal

You try your best to smile, to not turn and flee scream but your lips tremble. You're really wishing he did have a boner instead. You're not sure what to say or what annoys you more how casual he is, not a single worry on his face.

This is exactly why you shouldn't go out with strange men who randomly appear at your doorstep. At the very least, he's a strong contender for the "Most Heart Attacks Caused by a Man" award.

König wasn't stupid he could sense your worry as you tried to hide behind a lopsided smile. Watching your eyes shift between him and blade, waiting for his next move. You're cute. He'll have fun messing with you.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

You couldn't be happier to be home. You survived! You'd never have to see that nasty man again!

*beep*

It doesn't matter how long you stare at your phone in confusion and annoyance. The message on your phone is clear

......

Where did this man even get your number!? He's known for a 2 whole day's, there's no chance he knows anyone close to you.

You're never going to be free of this man

[thecranberriesslut]

Man Next Door

Summary: It's a horror story, but hot, your car breaks down in the woods at night, you try to find solace in a nearby house. You find König, and something else finds you. But is it just your imagination?

Pairing: Cod!König x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Scary for those with a vivid imagination, emotional distress, thinning lines between reality and fiction, making out, quite horrible and graphic descriptions, there is a disturbing jumpscare pic, just be cautious xx

Wc: 4k

Notes: As I wrote this, I listened to Massive Attack, and tried to find scary pictures for the header, oh my fucking shit I got spooked, so i recommend to enjoy this with literally any songs from Massive Attack. Writing a scary story in January also felt like a Bojack Horseman reference. As I have never written anything horror ever, idk if this is scary, but read to find out... also sorry not sorry about the jumpscare pic.

You light up a Marlboro Red with a blood-red lighter you found at the end of the summer fair, abandoned. The smoke fills your lungs like life, making your vision almost static for a moment. The orange streetlights illuminate the dark autumn night like candles, and the taillights of the truck in front of you paint your face in a deep sea of red and orange.

You hear the thumping bass coming from your car speakers—”Angel” by Massive Attack—painting an enigmatic glow over the night. You feel more powerful than ever.

Before long, the cars in front of you begin ascending to the highways, merging with other busy people, bright streetlights flashing past. You are left driving alone on this lonely back road—the one you’ve traveled on multiple occasions, heading to your grandparents’ house in the deep woods of Missouri. The long, narrow roads feel almost haunted on nights like these. The streetlights end miles before you’re even halfway there, and the stories of your childhood come flooding into your mind like rivers.

You hear the purring hum of your engine—your 1969 Mustang, cherry red—your baby. You run your hand through your tangled, dark hair and, in the process, knock your black sunglasses off your head. You had forgotten you were still wearing them. The day had been hot, practically unbearable, the sun beating down the entire time, a painful reminder of the heatwave that lay ahead. It comes right on schedule every single autumn.

The cigarette, now almost entirely burnt, dangles between your fingers. There's at least a fingernail’s length of white paper left, but you toss it away anyway.

The gentle purr of the engine soon begins to resemble a roar rather than a hum, and you feel the breathtaking anxiety slowly rising in your chest. The woods are completely dark, despite the occasional odd house standing tall near the winding road or the eerie glow of a full moon.

Then—bang.

A loud noise erupts from the engine, followed by a slight cloud of smoke.

“Fuck!”

You curse as you guide the car toward the nearest viewpoint. You could just as well leave it in the middle of the road—there's never a soul in these woods. As the car rolls to a halt, you hear the last sad little groan leave your old engine before it shuts off completely.

Your breath quickens as you turn the key in the ignition. Silence. Nothing but the occasional cloud of smoke escaping from under the cherry-red hood.

You get the gnawing feeling that something—or someone—in these woods is watching you, observing your every move. And if you so much as breathe too loud… something will pounce out of the dark unknown. You can feel the familiarity of a panic attack starting to grip you, infecting every corner of your mind with a combination of the scariest things you've ever seen. You swear you see something tall, dark, evil, and twisted standing near a petrified old tree, with long, dark arms curving like some sort of swirl… the creature’s height well over a lonely pine tree.

You force yourself to calm down. At least you still have the small glow of your headlights, bringing comfort into the pitch-black forest. You breathe in deeply, letting the air calm your nerves, and as you breathe out, you squint your eyes toward the supposed creature. Then, like some sick clockwork, your headlights go off.

You’re left with nothing but soul-eating darkness and ear-piercing quietness.

The panic creeps back. You feel the urgent need to run. You breathe rapidly as you check your phone—the quick glow of the screen flashes a crushing one percent sign, before the phone turns pitch black... leaving your vision clouded. Furthermore, you swear you see something moving closer to you by the second, from every direction. The panic drives your body into a hypersensitive state, like a messed-up ballroom dance routine. You’re left seeing and hearing everything so intensely that your terrified mind blurs the lines between reality and fiction.

A few feet ahead of your car, you hear a twig snap—and just as the twig snaps, you snap too. The air is thick with the scent of damp wood, and the silence stretches so thin it feels like a rubber band, ready to break. Your clouded judgment leads you to make the worst decision possible.

You jump out of the car and start running so hard you aren’t sure if you’re moving at all or standing perfectly still. The burn of the crisp autumn air quickly fills your lungs, working on overdrive. You feel droplets of rain, fall from the sky, more and more as time goes by. You can see nothing, maybe six feet ahead of you at once, but you keep running.

The more you run, the more you feel something following closely behind. Your mind runs amok with scenarios where the thing catches up with you, where you feel its cold, stringy, dark hands on your shoulder—before it turns you around, and you see the most terrifying combination of a rotting body, a smile, and something inherently evil.

You feel warm tears spilling down your cold cheeks, wetting the hair around your face and the neckline of your shirt. The tears blur your sight so much that you have no time to react as you crash into something huge that smells like mold and decay.

An enormous wooden house—its sheer size and condition scare you to death. It almost makes you feel infected, just by touching it. You look up, only to be met with the side wall of the house, rising all the way to the top of the tallest pine tree near it. It almost feels unnatural, like finding a statue underwater. You feel wrong in the presence of this house, as if you’ve been affected by it.

And the sky bleeds amethyst. Against the ominous sky, the house lay, almost sinister—you weigh your options. Right now, the only viable one seems to be to get in the house… You know there aren’t many abandoned houses in these parts of the woods, and maybe someone inside has a phone you can use to call your grandparents.

So you swallow the lump in your throat, and in careful but hasty steps, you begin circling the dark wooden house, looking for the front door. Finally, you’re standing in front of a large metal door. It has elaborate carvings on it and it makes your stomach churn. But your legs ache from running, your lungs burn, and your skin feels like tiny frozen needles are piercing it.

Knock, knock.

You knock twice. The sound carries through the empty woods like it’s amplified. You fear for your life—although you know, theoretically, there’s nothing there. Probably. But all the urban legends… all the times you swore you saw a terrifyingly complicated-looking creature staring at you from the darkness while riding in your parents' car as a child.

And you can see the unnaturally tall, black creature in your mind like a burnt Polaroid. You can hear its wails.

When you are met with silence from inside the house, you decide to try the door. To your surprise, it’s open.

The creak of the old door creates an aura of mystery, making the air thicker—you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The piercing scent of smoke and mothballs fills your nose. You can see some light coming from rooms further into the house. The ominous yellow glow carries a promise that someone is home, but also the chance that whoever is here is a creature of the dark. The old, shaky staircase next to the door leads up to a dark upstairs, you feel weird about it, like there's something awful up there.

You feel frightened, but also, strangely, comforted—you’re out of the dark woods, but you’re in a stranger’s house, seemingly near collapse. You take a couple of steps further into the ominous space. You open your mouth to say something when you hear a quiet sound.

A melody—

“Qu'il me parle tout bas… Je vois la vie en rose.”

The love song now sounds almost sinister. It plays as if from an old record player, the vinyl scratching sporadically, causing eerie distortions in the female singer’s voice. Your legs go weak. The entire situation feels wrong, unnatural.

“Hello? Is anyone home?”

You manage to yell into the dark, empty halls. You swear you see the walls bleed a satiny red, but when you blink a few times, they return to normal. Over the music, you hear the faint crackling of a lit fireplace. The record keeps replaying, like some kind of twisted time loop.

Every ounce of confidence drains from you. With every minute of silence that passes, you lose more and more of yourself. You debate leaving, but are the woods really a better option?

You’re trapped in a trap of your own making—a trap on the border of real and fake, imaginary and actual.

Then—like the loudest sound in the world, like an explosion—

The record stops.

Your stomach drops, and your hand instinctively grips the metal door handle. It feels cold and rough against your sweaty palm. You take a deep breath—in and out—and before you can finish exhaling the remaining air in your overworked lungs—

You hear it.

A step.

Two steps.

Someone is coming your way.

You let out a wince as a dark, tall shadow rounds the corner.

You shake in terror as the dark shadow of what is presumably a man moves closer to you. His steps are quiet and calculated, like a ghost or a trained hunter. Despite the fear, you don’t think there is anything paranormal about this shadow.

“Who are you?”

A deep voice speaks from out from the darkness. The shadow has stopped a couple of feet ahead of you, and you still can’t make out any distinctive features. But the soft yellow light of the crackling fireplace accentuates his broad figure. A heated debate rages inside your head—should you open the door or stay here with God knows who? You make the stupid choice.

“Uhm… my car broke down at the viewpoint. Do you have a phone?”

As you ask this, your palms sweat, your voice shakes. The man steps closer. He’s wearing light army pants, a black shirt, and some sort of vest with supplies—such as a knife and a small pistol. But the most unusual thing about him is the strange tear-stained hood he’s wearing, with only eyeholes, and a helmet keeping it tightly secured to his face. By the looks of it, this man belongs in the army—or something far worse. You hope it’s the first option.

“It’s an abandoned house. I’ve put up base here. We train close by.”

He states matter-of-factly, his position still alert. You look down at the floor, feeling hopeless, cold, and scared. You wonder what he means by 'they train close by,' but you're too afraid to ask.

“Oh…”

You say, your voice low and disappointed. You have no idea how you’ll get to your grandparents’ house now. Not only that, but you’re practically stuck in this abandoned house with a scary man.

“Are you cold?”

He asks, his voice softening. His tense body relaxes as he looks you up and down with sympathy and kindness that calms your nerves. You look at your body—shivering, covered in goosebumps. Your wet hair lays messily on your shoulders.

“Yeah, actually—I’m freezing.”

He gestures for you to follow him further into the house.

If I die, then I die, you think, as your body takes over your mind and begins following him. He’s lit the fireplace, so it’s warmer the further you walk in, and he’s also lit numerous candles. It’s almost cozy. The walls are covered in old paintings that look expensive. You can’t help but wonder why anyone would abandon such a huge, nice house. Although the wooden floor seems to be growing its own ecosystem, and the walls show water damage, it still feels somewhat habitable. You pass the living room. There’s a gorgeous rock fireplace, with decorative shapes carved above the mantel. There’s an old Victorian-style couch. It looks like it used to be light pink, but now resembles more of a brown.

You walk into the kitchen—it's the only part of the house so far that looks usable. With white cabinets and marble counters, a fairly modern kitchen island stands in the center of the room. It looks like someone started remodeling the house but abandoned their project after one room. He’s set up his own camp stove on one of the marble counters. There are white candles filling the room too, and the glow lights it up nicely. He removes the pot of boiling water off his tiny stove and pours it into a camping mug with a chamomile tea bag and a bit of honey. He hands you the mug, with what you imagine is a smile.

“Thank you, …?”

You thank him, realizing he never gave you his name. It sends a slight shiver up your back, but you shake it off.

“Oh, it's König.”

“Nice to meet you, König—so, why would you choose this house to put up base?”

You ask, not trying to pry but genuinely curious about his reason for staying in this old, creepy house. He hesitates for a moment but shifts his position and begins explaining.

“I'm in Task Force 141. We have our own base out in the woods, and we're going through training to survive alone. Truthfully, we were supposed to stay out in the woods.”

He begins, while retrieving a blanket from the living room and handing it to you. You smile and wrap yourself in the blanket. As you take a sip of the steaming tea, you can't help but wonder…

“So why aren't you out in the woods?”

“You'll think I'm insane.”

The all-too-familiar creepy feeling comes crawling right back. You can feel it eating at your bones and sanity. But you're too intrigued to stop the questioning now.

“I won’t! Tell me…”

“I was out there, but the very first night—I don't know.”

He starts. You get a little frustrated and urge him to go on. After a while of convincing him that you won’t think he’s some lunatic, he finally spits it out.

“I thought I saw… something.”

“Scary?”

“Terrifying.”

Your mouth falls slightly agape as you try to imagine if what you saw before might have been a little more than a figment of your imagination. He begins walking out of the kitchen to the living room. You follow closely behind, creeped out and paranoid. He sits down in front of the fireplace, where he's set a couple of old, moth-eaten blankets. He gestures for you to sit down with him, but does it in a way where he's almost saying, 'Only if you want to.'

“What did you see?”

You start again, too curious for your own good.

“Listen, it was probably nothing. I mean, I was real sleep-deprived and stuff…”

Normally, you wouldn't share your delusions with strangers, but this one… he was so nice—offering you tea, blankets. His eyes had the kind of kindness in them that you could trust with your life. And he was sort of cute.

“Was it tall, dark, twisted—with unnaturally long arms?”

You ask him, weary. His eyes go alert. He looks horrified, nodding slowly. A tear falls from the corner of your eye; you always begin tearing up when you hear anything paranormal—like ghost stories, or those terrifying urban legends, most of them born in these woods.

You move closer to him—he's the only safe thing here, and you find him comforting and warm. It's like you've known him forever. After slight hesitation, he wraps his strong arm around you, petting your back in calming strokes.

“We're safe in this house. And maybe we're just both sleep-deprived, or we have very active imaginations or something.”

He assures you. You feel slightly better, having him here comforting you. He's basically a police officer, and that makes your breath steady. You begin to feel warmer and warmer, sitting by the hot fireplace with the thick blanket wrapped around you. His hand around your waist is making your cheeks a similar shade of red to your Mustang. You can hike out to your grandparents' house in the morning. You can't be that far.

“So, do you like being a soldier?”

You ask him, wanting to know more about this mysterious but ultimately sweet man. He looks at you with intrigue.

“It can be really rewarding… but also so hard. Sometimes I'm so tired, I just want to lay in bed and cuddle with someone.”

You find yourself with a growing sweet spot for this poor man.

“I'd imagine it gets lonely sometimes.”

He laughs and looks at you.

“Uhm—could I… never mind.”

König starts, sounding adorably shy, like an adolescent.

“Tell me!”

You laugh, pushing him playfully.

“It's not appropriate.”

He continues, visibly embarrassed. You decide to take the lead to save him the embarrassment. You wrap your slender hand around the back of his neck and look him in his sweet, dark brown eyes that resemble hot chocolate. You use your other hand to slightly raise his hood, your movements asking him for permission. He nods shyly, and you raise the hood so that it no longer covers his mouth and nose. He has beautiful lips—light pink, with a slight stubble around them, and they're decorated with the cutest smile you've ever seen. You go in for a kiss slowly at first, savoring the taste of him, feeling him completely and without hurry. But quickly, you grow impatient and begin kissing him more passionately. Your head tilts to the left, his tilts to the right. You take his lower lip between your teeth and give it a playful bite. He laughs a slight, hearty laugh that melts you, and slowly lowers you onto your back, kissing you gently as his hands roam your waist—keeping it fairly PG.

You push him away suddenly and look at him with intrigue.

“Why were you listening to 'La Vie en Rose?'”

You ask, smiling at his silly choice of music.

“What?”

“When I first came into the house… you were listening to this creepy-ass recording of 'La Vie en Rose.'”

“No, I wasn't.”

He answers, looking confused. You think it's adorable that he won't admit listening to a love song.

“Come on! I won't tell anyone, lover boy.”

You laugh.

“No… I really wasn't. What are you talking about?”

Your stomach drops. You feel the fear, the paranoia, seep right back into your head. Your breathing becomes rapid again, with no actual time to get oxygen to fill your lungs. You get up from under him, shedding your blanket in panic. You see him beginning to get panicky too. He was supposed to be the calm, collected, rational one. He takes your arm and looks into your eyes.

“What do we do?”

You ask him, voice urgent and shaky, barely audible. He looks around the room, and then back at the door.

“Let's go upstairs. I think I saw a phone up there.”

You wince at the idea of going up there. The stairs looked near collapsing, and you could feel this aura coming from the top of them, unexplainably—evil. But you know that you heard the creepy song playing downstairs, and you know that whatever is outside this house, you don't want to meet it. He urges you to move closer to the stairs. You stop in front of the first step, feeling something is very wrong. It's one of those gut feelings, unexplainable, but real. You look at him, and then back at the stairs.

“Go up. I'm staying behind your back. That fucking creature is not taking you.”

He half-jokes. You laugh slightly, the humor breaking through your nervousness, urging you to go up the stairs. So you start taking one step at a time, slowly reaching the last couple of steps. A piercing smell hits your nose. It smells like a pungent mix of blood, roadkill, and something else… maybe sulfur. You decide to walk further into the room, with König coming behind you, slightly urging you to go on by tapping your lower back. As you take a couple of steps forward, suddenly you hit something with your feet—and the smell becomes unbearable. You look down, expecting a gross, moldy, rolled-up carpet.

You let out a blood-curdling scream.

The sight is like nothing you have ever seen before. You feel vomit making its way up your stomach, into your throat—burning your esophagus.

Two dead bodies, side by side, lying on the moldy floor. Their eyes carved out, with dried blood around the empty, rotting sockets—and they've started to decompose slightly, most likely having been there for a couple of days. They're an old couple, displayed on the floor in a beautifully grotesque position, holding bloody, rotting hands. The smell is making your eyes water and your nose burn. You can't think anymore. You are in complete shock, the kind of shock that doesn't let you look away. The bodies lay unnaturally, one twisted in a grotesque sprawl, the other crumpled in a heap. Blood pooled beneath them, dark and thick, staining the floor in jagged, spreading arcs. Flesh was torn in places, bruised and battered as though they had been struck with overwhelming force.

You turn to look at König, expecting to see a horrified expression of someone who has just been through the most traumatic experience of their life.

His hood is off. He smiles at you, the most unnatural smile you have ever seen paint the face of another human being. It's terrifying.

“I lied to you.”

He says. You don't answer. You look behind him at the staircase, too aware of the bodies lying behind you. The back of your foot is touching one of them, and your eyes are spilling pools of tears over your cheeks.

“Monsters aren't real.”

And with the sharp pain hitting your head, your vision goes black.

[daisies-daydreams]

Can we get a new story chapter for DeadBeat! Köing? He goes through the legal process; getting his name on the birth certificate, child custody/visitation rights and child support payments. He asks his ex on a date, just so she get unwind from her motherly duties. He than asks her if they could get back together?

One Step at a Time - Pt. 2 (Deadbeat!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!König x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Broken German, Swearing, Trust/Abandonment Issues, Depictions of Panic Attacks Word Count: TBA A/N: Hi there! Thank you so much for your request - I feel like it's been forever since I've been involved in the COD community, and it feels good to start writing for it again. I hope you enjoy! (P.S. König's real name is Mathias in this continuity). Pt. 1

"♪ And up, up, up we go! ♪" Mathias cheered while bouncing your baby girl, Emilie, in his lap. Your daughter gurgled as he raised her arms above her head and danced along to the music playing on your TV. You watched with a soft smile as you finished up some work at the kitchen table. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, the bags beneath them seeming to grow heavier with each passing day.

"I swear, she loves this show," the giant man chuckled. You hummed as you typed away at the spreadsheet.

“Dadadada!" Emilie suddenly squealed, her boisterous laugh floating around the room like bubbles. Her father laughed and imitated her babbling before he kissed the top of her head. You couldn't help but chuckle at the way your little girl utterly adored her father - the man who shared the same sparkling blue eyes and fiery red hair with the little one. You sighed as you closed your laptop and tilted your neck side to side, the stress of the day still lingering in every fiber of your being. You smiled as Emilie cooed while she stared at the blue and orange dogs dancing on her favorite show.

"Thanks for watching her while I finished up," you said to Mathias as you strolled over to the couch. The tall man blinked as you sat down next to him while Emilie chewed on her bumblebee pacifier.

"No problem," he cracked a small grin. Emilie ducked her head into Mathias' broad shoulder when he tried to hand her over to you. His eyes widened a little as you paused.

"You can hold onto her for a bit longer. You still have about ten minutes," you smiled softly. His grin seemed to falter at your statement as she opted to gnaw on her father's dark t-shirt.

"Right," he sighed before turning his attention back to the screen. The three of you continued to watch the show before Emilie's eyelids began to droop. Mathias chuckled quietly as he cradled her in his arms.

"Aw, mein Kliene," he cooed as she yawned quietly [my little one]. She grunted and smacked her lips as he pecked her forehead. Mathias gently rocked her in his burly arms as he began to quietly hum:

"Guten Abend, gut’ Nacht, Von Englein bewacht Die zeigen im Traum Dir Christkindleins Baum: Schlaf’ nun selig und süß, Schau im Traum’s Paradies"*

Your daughter's eyes slowly closed as she yawned one last time. Your heart melted as you watched her drift off to sleep in his arms. Mathias glanced over at you and smiled gently.

"I missed hearing you sing," you confessed with a timid whisper. His cheeks dusted a bright pink as he looked back down at your baby girl.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, Maus?" he chuckled softly. The two of you eventually made your way to your bedroom. Mathias continued to hum softly as he laid Emilie in her crib, the pudgy baby suckling on her pacifier as she stirred. You found yourself mesmerized by the fact that this giant, hulking mass of a man could be so gentle with something so fragile as your infant.

You were pulled from your thoughts when Mathias cleared his throat.

"(Y/N), could I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment?" he asked. You furrowed your brows a little as you nodded.

"Of course," you said before giving one last glance at your baby girl. You stepped out of the room with your ex, leading him into the kitchen. You couldn't help but cross your arms over your chest as you gazed into his icy blue eyes. "What did you want to talk about, Matti-Mathias," you corrected yourself before you said your old petname for him. Mathias seemed to catch it, though, as he paused for a brief moment.

"Well...I just notice how exhausted you've been lately with working extra hours and taking care of Emi," he began as he shifted in place. You saw the way he wrinkled his nose and played with the hair on the back of his head; tell-tale signs that he was nervous around you.

"So I was wondering if you, well, would allow me to take you out somewhere to unwind?" he asked. Your eyes widened by a fraction as you sucked in a sharp breath.

"You mean...like a date?" you asked. His breath hitched.

"Well, um, not exactly," Mathias muttered. He averted his gaze and sighed while rubbing the back of his head. "I just think that you need a break is all," he admitted. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the kitchen tile.

"And what's in it for you?" you asked with a raised brow. Mathias smiled sheepishly.

"A chance to catch up," he replied honestly. You tilted your head as he stepped closer. "Most of my time around you is spent with Emi, and that's great! But...I'd like to have a conversation where there's no crying or spit-up to interrupt us," he murmured. The room was quiet for a moment as you rubbed your arms. "I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea-" he began. He froze when you shook your head and rested a hand on his arm.

"No...it's a good idea," you admitted with a tired chuckle. Mathias' shoulders relaxed as his eyes brightened. "What did you have in mind?" you asked as you shuffled in place. Your ex shared the same exhausted smile as he leaned down. The tips of your ears burned as his face came ever so close to yours.

"It's a surprise," he whispered with a hint of anticipation. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm.

"Alright - as long as there's no spicy food involved," you giggled. Mathias chuckled, the corners of his baby blue eyes crinkling as his chest puffed out. "I'll just have to ask Mrs. Gonzalez if she can watch Emi," you said. The giant man beamed as he leaned his head back up.

"Great! Is it alright if I come pick you up around, say, six o’clock this Saturday?" he asked. You grinned and nodded. Mathias smiled widely as he dipped his upper body down and opened his arms. "Oh, thank you-" you flinched away, your heart pounding as your eyes widened. Your ex tensed as he cautiously stepped away.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he murmured.

"It's alright," you said. The two of you averted each other's gazes before his phone began to ring.

"Ah, arbeiten," he sighed [work]. The two of you exchanged glances as he began to stroll towards your front door. He paused and slightly turned towards you. "Maus, I…” his voice trailed off as his throat tightened [Mouse]. You tilted your head as you held your breath. Your ex opened his mouth before his phone began to ring again. He sighed as his shoulders fell.

“I’ll...see you on Saturday," Mathias waved with a strained smile. You returned his gesture before watching him step out of your apartment…a tiny, quiet part of you yearning to let him stay.

+++

“I’m keeping the ringer on my phone on full volume - just in case,” you told your older neighbor, Mrs. Gonzales, as you handed your baby girl to her. Her chocolate brown eyes lit up as Emilie cooed and blew a raspberry. Mathias lingered nearby, maintaining enough distance between the two of you as he slotted his thumbs in his jean pockets.

“Sounds good," Mrs. Gonzalez paused before glancing at the two of you. Her gaze turned steely as she looked up at Mathias. “Take good care of her,” she warned in a low voice. Your ex laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

“Don’t worry, Frau. I’ll make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble,” he chuckled [Ma’am]. You felt a twinge of heat rise to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. You smiled and pecked your baby’s forehead as she gurgled.

“Goodbye, Emi. Be good for Mrs. Gonzalez,” you said before cupping her cheek. Emilie suddenly sneezed before giggling again.

“Oh, don’t worry. She’s always such a delightful baby,” your neighbor chirped. You and Mathias exchanged weary glances before snickering.

“Yes, she is. Thank you again, Mrs. Gonzalez!” you said. Mathias stepped over and kissed the top of Emilie's head.

“Tschüssi, Bärchen,” he murmured before kissing the tip of her button nose [Goodbye, little bear]. Emilie pouted as he started to drift away, grabbing for her father with her tiny, chubby hands. “Aw, it’ll be okay. We’ll only be gone for a little bit,” her father murmured. She sniffled before Mrs. Gonzalez rocked her gently. You said your goodbyes, your heart aching a little to leave your baby...but a wave of relief washed over you knowing you wouldn't have to worry. You sighed and lowered your hand.

“Are you ready to go?” Mathias asked. You slowly turned your head and smiled. The drive over wasn’t too awkward, the two of you sharing small talk about your respective jobs and other menial things. Your eyes softened when he pulled into the parking lot, a familiar sign glowing above his massive, red truck.

"The Whippy Dip?" you asked. Mathias smiled brightly as he nodded.

"I thought we could catch up over an old favorite spot," he beamed while shifting his car into park. You felt a mixture of emotions swirl inside your chest as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. It wasn't just an old favorite spot: it was where the two of you had your first date. You were snapped out of your daze when he opened your door. The summer breeze drifted into the vehicle as your heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you," you said as you slipped out of his truck. You landed on the crunchy gravel below while using his forearm for support. You gazed up at him when you realized how long you've kept your hand on his body. You cleared your throat and dusted off your jeans.

"Should we get our favorite?" Mathias beamed as the two of you made your way to the ice cream shop. You bit your lip as your chest tightened. Our favorite. It's been a while since you've thought about that.

"I think I'll just get a cookie dough cone," you replied. His smile faltered before he cleared his throat.

"Right - just slipped my mind," he said before stepping up to the stand. The cashier blinked several times before a smile stretched across her face.

"Well I'll be damned - it's (Y/N) and Mattie!" she giggled. You smiled and gave her a small wave.

"Hi, Jill," you said. The brunette woman leaned forward.

"Haven't seen y'all in a hot second," she hummed. You exchanged glances with Mathias and nodded.

"We've just been...busy," you replied. Jill shrugged before she plucked the pencil tucked behind her ear and pulled out her notepad.

"I hear ya. Now, what can I get started for you two lovebirds?" she chirped. Your face instantly swelled with heat while Mathias coughed into his hand.

"Ah, we aren't really together anymore," you explained in a stilted manner. Jill paused and raised a brow.

"Well, either you're together or you're not," she frowned while shifting her gaze between the two of you. You bit the inside of your cheek as you squeezed your hands together.

"We aren't," you clarified, not realizing the way Mathias' shoulders slumped at your words. Jill pursed her lips as she thought for a moment.

"I see," she said with narrowed eyes. You sighed and looked down at your feet while Mathias ordered his ice cream. "And for you, hon?" Jill asked. You blinked as you gazed back up.

"Oh, um, I'll have a cookie dough cone. One scoop, please," you smiled weakly. You looked over to see Mathias staring at you, only for him to shift his gaze back up at the menu. Jill finished scribbling in her notebook.

"Alright. That'll be $7.35-" Mathias pulled out his credit card in the blink of an eye. Jill laughed at his sudden movement. "Mattie, I wish customers were that eager to pay me," she chuckled before taking his card from him. Mathias laughed nervously and shifted in place.

"You didn't have to pay for mine," you whispered while gently nudging his elbow. Mathias shrugged.

"It'd be rude of me not to," he replied. Your cheeks warmed again before Jill came back with your sweet treats.

"Here ya go!" the older woman chirped. Mathias gave her a quick nod as he took the cones from her.

"Danke," he smiled [Thank you].

"Anytime. Y'all have a good night!" she called. You gave her another small wave before the two of you wandered over to one of the wooden picnic tables. You gasped when a string of lights suddenly lit up above the two of you.

"When did they put these in?" you wondered aloud. Mathias hummed as he sat down across from you.

"They must've done it while we were gone," he replied. You smiled as he handed you your cone.

"Prost," the giant man said while holding up his ice cream [Cheers].

"Prost," you repeated with a nod. The two of you began to enjoy your cold treats in the calming summer night: the sound of crickets chirping and cars idly passing by filling the space around you.

"So, other than being an incredible mom and working full-time, what else have you been up to?" your ex piped up before swiping his tongue across his chocolate ice cream. You blushed at his praise as you shifted in your seat.

"Honestly, not much," you sighed while resting your hand on your cheek. Lightning bugs began to dance above your heads as the moon peeked over the horizon. "I never really have time to hang out with friends unless it's planned way ahead of time," you frowned as you watched your ice cream melt inside your half-eaten cone. "And even if I want to do something for myself, it would have to be late at night...which I don't want since I'm so exhausted already," you said. You glanced up to see Mathias' eyes widened in shock.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to give such a depressing answer," you cleared your throat and shifted in your chair. Your ex shook his head.

"It's alright, Maus. I just...I didn't realize just how exhausted you were even with me coming over and watching Emi during my visits," he sighed. An awkward silence lingered between the two of you as you nibbled on the edge of your cone.

"Would it be possible for me to come over more often?" Mathias piped up. You pursed your lips.

"You mean like extending your visiting hours?" you asked. He chuckled nervously and shifted his work boots on the gravel.

"Not exactly..." he said. You knitted your brows as you watched him swallow thickly. His blue eyes pierced right into your soul as he took a deep breath. "(Y/N)...I just wanted to start off by letting you know how thankful I am that you've let me become a part of your and Emi's lives," Mathias began. You set the wrapper from your cone aside as you crossed your legs. Your ex rubbed the fiery five o'clock shadow that sprinkled his jaw as he thought for a moment.

"I just...I was wondering if you'd let things go back to the way they used to be," he said in a more hushed voice. Your eyes widened a little as your lips drew into a tight line.

"Mathias...what are you trying to say?" you breathed, your heart pounding in your ears. He swallowed again before parting his lips.

"(Y/N)...would you give us another chance?" he asked. Your jaw dropped as your heart nearly ceased. Time slowed to a standstill as he gazed into your eyes with his own icy blue ones. The same ones that gazed at you across the way at your friend’s wedding. The same ones that held so much warmth in them as the two of you slowly danced in the kitchen. The same ones…that stared at you with pure shock before he left a cold, empty space in your shared bed the next morning.

“M-Mathias….” you breathed as your chest tightened. He gasped and braced his large hand over your upper back when you fell forward, your chest bumping into the edge of the table.

“Maus, are you alright?!” he asked. You could feel your breath quicken as you placed a hand over your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut as the memories all came back to you in a violent, wicked torrent.

“Mathias…I…I don’t know what to say,” you confessed with tears in your eyes. The giant man frowned as he held his breath, his shoulders tense and body stiff. You sighed and wiped at your puffy, tired eyes.

“I…I’m sorry. I just, I just don’t know,” your voice cracked. Mathias’ shoulders fell as he tilted his head down. You blinked as he slid your hand into his and squeezed it. Your face softened a little when you saw tears film over his own eyes, his jaw tight and chest heaving.

“(Y/N), I know what I’ve done to you was horrible,” he started. You shifted towards him as you sniffed. “But I promise you, I will never, ever leave your side again. And I will do all I can to be the best partner to you and papa to Emilie,” Mathias said while brushing his calloused thumb over your knuckles. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

“How do I know you won’t walk out on us again?” you asked with a choked sob. Mathias straightened his posture as he took a deep, shaky breath.

“Maus…please. We both know I've changed," he stated. "The child support payments, the visits - I wasn't just doing that for Emi...I was doing it for you, too,” he confessed. You placed a hand over your mouth as he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “I understand if you’re hesitant. And if you need time to think, I respect that. But please, if you could just-“ he gasped when you lunged forward and wrapped your arms around his body. You buried your face into his wide chest as you choked out a quiet sob. Mathias rubbed your back soothingly while his lips brushed over the crown of your head.

“I-I miss you so much,” you admitted while soaking his shirt with your hot tears. “I miss hearing your laugh shake the walls while we watched movies- a-and the way you’d hold me close in the mornings,” you sobbed. Mathias nodded as the two of you embraced, his breathing shallow as he held you close.

“I missed you, too, mein Hase,” he murmured [my bunny]. He pulled back a little and cupped your cheek, his eyes soft as a gentle smile crossed his face. “But we’re here now and that’s what matters,” your love whispered. You sniffed and nodded before pulling him into another hug. You sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair…just like he used to. You sighed as you leaned back, your head spinning as you swallowed thickly.

"Mathias...as much as I want to be with you, I-I think I need to take it one step at a time," you sniffed and wiped your cheeks. "I don't think my heart's ready for something like this again - no yet, at least," you gulped. Mathias nodded slowly as his hands loosened over your smaller form.

"I understand, (Y/N)," he said with a warm, gentle gaze. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing, the feeling of his strong body against yours bringing you at least a little comfort. You felt him squeeze your hands in his again as he tilted his head down.

"And I'll be here for you every step of the way," he beamed with a bright look in his eyes.

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*Lullaby Translation:

Good evening, good night, Watched over by angels In your dreams they’ll show you The Christmas Tree: Sleep sweetly now and blissfully, Behold Paradise in your dreams.

Thank you for reading! ❤️

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