#kortac

[rip-cod-brainrot]

Fighting KorTac but you’re a flirting menace

König corners you and pins you to a wall with a knife. “I can make you talk-“

“Damn, big boy, we can talk about whatever the hell you like,” you cut him off, giving him a very long once-over. “How big is that dick?”

Konig just

(Meanwhile, Horangi and Roze in the background, trying to get König to focus: “Small! Leave him alone!”)

[lay-z]

Nikto headcanons! Indulge me beloved ❤️❤️

BABY! ANYTHING FOR YOU! 🤍 I'll make them extra indulgent for youuuuu

принцесса - printsessa/princess

Nikto headcanons, strangers to lovers

He's basically feral when you first meet.

Barely talks unless his teammates, especially Krüger, somehow manage to make him engage in conversation with you.

When he finally does approach you willingly after a long while (and because his most trusted circle does seem to trust you), it's like someone else is speaking for him, and that's how you figure out that he suffers from DID.

He dissociates a lot, but you don't mind, and you get to know his many different alters.

One is downright mean, one is childish and almost playful, one is very sweet and introduces herself as 'mat'' (mother), and another one is so very clingy and charming that you sometimes don't know how to handle it.

Most times, Nikto doesn't know nor remember the interactions. He's not mentally present after all, but eventually, his alters confess to him that they're all drawn to you in their own ways.

Nikto realizes that you actually want to be around him, even though he sees himself as a monster; someone who isn't good enough for you.

One evening, he seeks you out, asking downright boldly: "принцесса, you do like me, da?"

When you confess that you do, in fact, like him a lot, that you care about him, flaws, scars, and all... he pushes you backward into your room, towering as he gazes at you with sharp blue eyes, like a shark ready to attack.

And when you're about ready to either beg for mercy or flee like a little rodent, he suddenly pulls his mask off for the first time; baring his face to you.

It's not as bad as you'd imagined it to be. Sure, he has lots of nasty scars and burn marks, but his nose is still there and so are his lips which means Krüger, the motherfucker, has lied to you with his silly horror stories about Nikto.

"You're not scared of me, принцесса."

You shake your head and it looks like his broad shoulders slump with a ragged sigh of relief.

Bold as ever, he steps closer until his arm can snake around your waist, and he tugs. His eyes flicker down to your lips and you nearly squeak in fear or excitement? Perhaps both.

"I will kiss you now, принцесса. Don't want any one of them to kiss you first, da?"

You know he's talking about his alters and you nod obediently, hands fisting into his black tac shirt tentatively as your head dips back to welcome his chapped lips.

[sweetiecutie]

Saw a few posts about how König would dress and yk what? I strongly disagree

A 6’10 beefy military man with lots of scars and sun damage - he’s not styling his outfits. I doubt he even knows what an “outfit” is.

König is a type to wear sandals with socks, what style are we even talking about in the first place? If you expect this man to wear anything but his comfy sweats and hoodies in his day to day life off deployment? Well, you’re going to be disappointed. Sure he has one suit tailored for him (good luck finding a suit that’ll fit on 6’10 man), few classic cotton shirts along with black Oxford shoes but he wore them like two times in his lifetime, maybe three.

That’s why it makes me laugh when some people make König to be nearly a fashion god when in reality he’s very likely to wear the same pair of jeans for years.

And I’m 100% sure that most of his clothes have cigarette burns teehee:p

[simonriley09]

Praise - Konig [Kinktober Day 23]

TW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sex, Praise, MDNI.

You feel König slowly insert his huge, fat cock into you, Praising at how well you take him. "So gut maus... So verdammt gut." You cant help but squeeze around the tip, making him groan. "Ja.. keep squeezing me like that and i might have to cum inside Liebling."

He slides half his dick in making you squeeze tighter, He thinks you might push him out with how tightly you're squeezing, Maus. Only half his cock is inside you but it already feels like it's hitting the back of your throat, it makes you wanna scream but the only thing that comes out is a breathy whine. König grins at your whine, slipping an inch deeper which makes you suck in a sharp breath and claw at his shoulder blades, Toes curling from the pressure. He finally bottoms out with a low groan, looking down at your bulging belly. "Such a good girl... taking me so well." "Gonna be so good for me, right maus? Gonna be a good girl?" He ends his words with a sharp thrust against your cervix, causing you to cry out, a loud moan escaping your lips. "So loud.. make more noise for me i love it." His hips rolled into yours, stuffing his fat dick into your cunny perfectly. Molding you wet, velvety walls into the shape of his dick. Your nails dug deeper into his back as he started thrusting faster, One of his hands suddenly pushing down on the bulge on your belly until you squirt all over him. Causing the bedsheets and his pubes to be covered in your slick. "Gut.... sehr gut, maus." He continues thrusting through your orgasm before pulling out and cumming all over your belly with a groan.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Price: Why is Simon crying? Y/N: He took a 'which Kortac member are you' quiz Price: And? Y/N: And he got König

[cod-dump]

*hiding in the jungle*

Horangi: May I be controversial?

König: You haven't needed my permission before

Horangi: ... 141 is full of very attractive people

König: ... how is that controversial?

Horangi: Oh so you agree?

König: I didn't say that!

Horangi: You didn't need to!

Horangi, over the radio: Confirmed: Colonel would do a 141 soldier

König: HORANGI-

[lxvvie]

Y'all know that whole trend that was going around social media with women calling their significant other by their full name? Yeah, that one. Yet another conversation was had, this time it was about the reactions your favorite babygurls would have if you called them by their full government name because of reasons. Maybe.

Capt. John Price - He's, uh, startled but not enough to drop his cigar this time. Does take a puff of it, though, before addressing you like it's the calm before the storm. Isn't too fazed because he heard it enough from his own mom growing up and he figures he's suave and diplomatic enough to placate you.

Gaz - Pointedly ignores you while giving you side glances here and there which is a major indicator that he's gotten into some shit. Probably. More than likely. Yeah... it was Soap's fault.

Alex Keller - Actually did get into some shit. Does not answer the call of duty.

Soap - You hear 'ah, shit', heavy footsteps, probably a crash, and Soap's peeking his head out from the other room. Has a deer-in-headlights look about him. It was Gaz's fault, goddamnit. He's so adorable. It's enough to make you giggle.

Ghost - You get a grunt. And then it hits him. He stops doing whatever it is he's doing. Fuck, he knows that tone. Simon turns to look at you and he stares into your soul or something like that. What in the hell kind of made-up middle name is that? You spend the better part of a good minute staring each other down before you're all, "I love you ♥️," and Ghost groans and rolls his eyes and goes back to whatever it was he was doing. But not before he grunts out a "Love ya, too." in return.

Alejandro - This is one of the few things that'll actually faze the man. Will damn near break his neck turning to face you to see what's wrong and his eyes will be wide. Oh, the last time he heard his full name called like that was from his beloved grandmother and he'd gotten into some shit then, okay?

Rudy - Ducks his head. Doesn't show his face; he can't bear the sternness of your voice, your gaze. It wasn't him this time, he swears; it remains, though, the way you say his name, an echo in his mind: Ro-DOL-fo. Why'd you have the emphasize THAT part of his name, huh?

König - König.exe stops working. Actually does break something trying to get to you. His eyes are fucking saucers, okay? Oh shit, what did he do this time, Schatz? Are you getting him back after that one time he snuck up on you to surprise you and you dropped dinner? Did you find out about the time he accidentally messed up the laundry and the white clothes came out pink? WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO FIX THIS?! Oh, you... just needed him to grab something off the top shelf for you.

Horangi - Also did some shit. Is unapologetic about it. Hits you with a nonchalant, "Yeah?"

Graves - STAYS IN SOME SHIT, OKAY? Saunters in like the smug bastard he is. Smirks and winks at you. "Haven't heard that name in a while, darlin'. What's your fancy?"

Valeria - Pulls a Uno Reverse and calls you by your full government name. Wait―

[cryforabel]

könig most definitely has a wet cat face under that mask

long greasy ginger hair, a crooked nose from being broken one too many times, blue wet eyes, thick eyebrows, and small freckles littering his face.

he’s very self conscious about the way he looks because of bullying he endured as a child. sometimes könig will cover his mouth when he smiles on account of him worrying about his teeth.

i love my wet cat

[penguinbuttcheeks]

soft!könig x gn!reader

smut!!! minors dni *

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“shh, baby, shh,”

“i know, i know. mine. all mine, shatzi”

he coos low in your ear, lips coming back down to pepper soft kisses along your jawline in an attempt to satiate your growing need, hips rocking and grinding against your own.

the sound of your whimpers, the taste of you, it made his skin crawl. in a good way.

a good way.

god, he loves you like this. so vulnerable and expressive, so soft and willing.

fingers dance across your soft skin, goosebumps trailing in their wake, feeling the shivers that wrack through you as you peer up at him, eyes teary and half lidded.

könig has grown used to the plethora of responsibilities he’s forced to upkeep. chores that he could care little about that comes with his high rank, but this?

god. how could this possibly be a responsibility?

this was a gift.

“poor thing. you don’t even know what i’m saying, do you?” he teases, another gentle thrust of his hips causing your head to fall back, a choked sob ripping past your lips.

he’s panting softly, steely eyes taking in your every expression, committing each and every minute detail to memory.

no matter how many times he’s seen you like this, he’s always left starstruck, breathless at the beauty beneath him, so vulnerable and messy. so perfect.

your hands grip at the scarred skin of his back, blunt nails creating more indents along the rough and marred surface - barely registering the sting of your clawing. he’s too fixated on the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly, the way you huff his name and cry out against his chest.

“you’re doing so good, mäuschen. so good for me,” he groans out, voice strained from exertion, from how good you make him feel.

his head falls to rest between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hot, heavy puffs of air hitting the skin of your throat.

it’s hard to tell which of you is truly the one being ruined.

“just a little more, a little more, liebling,” he pants out rapidly, relishing in the way you squirm and cry.

what a terrible lie.

he’s soft. loving and gentle with you as he continues to rhythmically piston his hips in to you, so attentive to your needs.

but könig is a greedy man.

he’ll continue to to rut against you, desperate pleas swallowed by chapped lips against your own, silencing you for just a moment longer, buying time.

anything to savour the bliss of this moment.

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[konigsluv]

MDNI!! DARK THEMES!!

NEIGHBOR!König x Horny!Reader

Neighbor!König jerks off with his ear pressed against the wall, listening to his horny neighbor at it again...

contains: m!masturbation, lewd thoughts

Oh, you dirty little maus....

Why must you do this to him? Don't you know how thin these walls are?

Yet every night, every single fucking night your soft moans penetrate his ears and wear him down until he's nothing but a slobbering mess against his wall.

And tonight was no different. He could hear that little vibrating toy of yours that you rub against your clit- mewling little words of pleasure, begging for a man to come stuff your leaking cunt.

König so wanted it to be him. He wanted to march down the hall, pound on your door, and force you down onto that squeaking bed of yours.

Now he was pressed against the wall, his ear listening desperately as his hand pumped beads of cum out of his cock. His saliva dribbled onto the wall, and he pressed his cock against the cold surface- wishing it wasn't there to separate the two of you.

He could hear your moans pick up in pace and knew you were close to your finish- but he wasn't even close to his. Please little maus, go further, cum again, then again and again until you're crying from overstimulation.

Please fuck yourself on your fingers, imagining that it was your neighbor that was shoving his too big cock into your tight cunt.

"mehr, gib mir mehr baby...." he cooed to himself quietly as he practically rutted against the wall.

"yes!" your muffled gasp came from behind the wall and König almost choked on his breath. You came, he knew it, and he knew what it sounded like.

"schmutzige schlampe, will dich stopfen...." he groaned under his breath as he fucked his cock into his two fists- one not being enough to cover the area of his thick shaft.

Fuck maus, you had no idea what you were doing to him.

How can you do this every night and smile and greet him in the morning like nothing? Why not hold yourself accountable for the blood you send to his groin?

After all, you are responsible for how he acts. Might as well help him by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. All he wants is to see your glassy eyes, lashes brimming with tears, and the lewd sounds that came from your throat as you gagged on his length.

Oh god, he could feel it creeping up, that sweet release that would drip down his wall. With a low groan, and the furrow of his brows an orgasm ripped through him.

It causes his hips to rut once, twice more against the wall before his cum shot out in hot, sticky, white ropes. König panted, watching as his release slid down the wall; he cursed himself; such fucking pervert.

He's such a fucking pervert.

But so are you.

MASTERLIST

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[neruhichy]

[cupidsworstcrime]

WEREWOLF BOYFRIENDS - KORTAC

inspo - @goatgoesmbe

smut below the cut

König

König’s got a certain calmness to him, but when the full moon hits, the intensity of the moment takes over, even when he’s in the middle of pleasuring you. His hands grip your hips with surprising strength, his mouth against you, slow and steady as he works you with his tongue.

But when the shift happens, you can feel the change almost immediately. His tongue grows longer, thicker, the sensation now even more overwhelming as he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause. He growls low against you, the sound vibrating through your core, and you can feel it—the change not only in his body but in his touch. His grip tightens on your hips, holding you still, a steady pressure as he continues, tongue slipping deeper, more forceful as his instincts kick in.

He groans, as if he's the one getting eaten out within an inch of his life, and its reverberating against your skin, deepening as he grows.

His movements become more urgent, more primal. The longer his tongue works, the thicker it gets, driving you wild. His growl rumbles low in his chest, and you can tell he’s getting lost in the moment, the pull of the moon turning the man who was calm and controlled into something much more feral. But there’s still that sweet worship in his touch, even if it’s now mingled with a deeper hunger, a darker intensity. He doesn’t let go of you, doesn’t stop until he’s sure you’re completely his.

Darnell | Hutch

Hutch might be one of the more hesitant ones, especially when the full moon starts to affect him. He’s always in control of his emotions, usually the one who takes things slow and steady, but when the shift hits—oh, it’s like he can’t help it. The primal energy flooding his veins makes him lose himself in the need to possess, and you’re right there beneath him, your body trembling from the intensity of it.

When the full moon comes, you can see it in his eyes first—the sudden darkness, that raw, animalistic hunger flickering in his gaze. He’s reluctant at first, a hand on your hip as if to steady you both, his voice low and apologetic.

“Fuck, I didn’t want it to be like this...” he mutters, his pace still slow at first, his breath heavy. But when his body shifts, you can feel him grow longer, thicker, pushing deeper into you. It’s like the change completely takes over his mind, and that tenderness is replaced by something harder, something rougher.

“I’m sorry, but you feel so good,” he groans, now gripping your hips tighter, slamming into you with more force than he intended. “Can’t stop, can’t stop now.”

His words are muffled with every thrust, his hands pushing you harder into the bed as he continues, barely able to hold back. His growls become more frequent, but underneath it all, you feel the need for reassurance—he’s not going to hurt you, not in the way that it feels. It’s an animalistic need, and yet he’s still tethered to you. But it’s clear: the moon has taken over him completely, and you love it.

Kim | Horangi

Horangi is already fierce and intense by nature, so when the full moon hits, it amplifies everything about him. He’s the type to let the change take over, not bothering to hold back the growls or the primal need that rises in him. When it happens, you feel him first in the way his hands move—strong, demanding, pulling you into a position where he has you completely.

His body shifts quickly, more bulk in his frame, his cock harder, thicker as he presses into you. But it’s not the shift that shocks you—it’s the wildness in his growl, the way it vibrates through you, raw and hungry.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls in between thrusts, voice deepening, thick with desire. “You want me like this, don’t you? Want me to fuck you like a fucking animal?”

His words are like fire, his movements rougher as he fucks into you, and you feel every inch of him now, his body longer and thicker, deeper with each thrust. So full. His growl echoes as he holds you still, using you like an animal in heat, completely consumed by the moon’s pull.

But even through the roughness, his hands never lose their sense of care—they’re firm but not unkind, his grip an anchor as he fucks you, letting you feel every inch of his power. And when he finally finishes, it’s a growl of possessiveness, marking you as his.

Takacs | Fender

Fender’s a bit quieter than the others, a man of few words, and yet when the full moon hits, his presence becomes overwhelming. He can feel it in his body before it fully shifts—his muscles tensing, his cock growing thicker, longer, and he’s not sure whether to stop or continue, especially with you looking at him like that.

He presses against you, his hands soft but firm, as though he’s still trying to hold onto some semblance of control, but it’s slipping away with every inch of his body changing. His breath comes out in sharp pants, the change intensifying his need for you, and despite his initial hesitation, he can’t stop. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him with a force that’s almost too much, but you love it.

“Damn it…” he mutters, his voice raw, his growl slipping out as he pushes deeper, his body fully shifted now. “I wasn’t expecting it to be this intense…”

The deeper the change, the more possessive his movements become, each thrust harder and quicker than the last, his growls louder. But through it all, you can feel the tension in his body—he’s trying to hold back, but the shift is pushing him further. And when he finishes, he’s holding you close, murmuring low in your ear, apologizing even though you can tell he’s lost to it, to you. “You’re mine now... all mine.”

i refuse to allow myself to be judged

TF-141 ver | Graves

[not-delusional-at-all]

How COD characters would react to you telling them you're pregnant;

(AFAB reader)

Price: He would need to sit down and hear you repeat it because surely there's no way you're pregnant. Were you guys having safe sex? Absolutely not, but he was convinced that the years of stress and military service killed all of his swimmers. Nonetheless he's happy.

Ghost: He'll be silent for a moment and when you ask him to say anything, he says he needs to think and leaves the room. He's scared shitless. He doesn't want to let you down or the baby down or be anything like his father. He does eventually come around and get excitedn

Soap: His expression is blank for a moment but he soon gets excited and throws his arms around you. He immediately starts treating you as if you're gonna break and is terrified of having sex with you while you're pregnant because he's afraid that he's gonna hurt the baby.

Gaz: He panics briefly but once he sees that you're not nearly as scared as he is, he calms down and takes a deep breath. He wanted a family with you but wasn't expecting it this soon, he's happy nonetheless.

König: his expression is blank but he soon smiles and pulls you in for a hug. He's more excited about it than you are and immediately starts thinking of baby names and becomes super protective of you.

Graves: He's initially caught off guard by the news but then starts celebrating and saying "I'm gonna be a daddy" over and over. He has no idea what he's in for but he's always wanted kids.

Makarov: he doesn't seem to care very much- if at all. He shrugs and goes back to what he's going. He doesn't care that you're pregnant or making him a father, he only cares that you're giving him an heir(ess).

Keegan: Completely thrown in for a loop. "What do you mean you're pregnant?" Is asked. He was under the impression that birth control is 100% fool proof. He needs time to think about this but makes sure you know that he's not mad at you.

Anybody else I should add?

[simonriley09]

Sex Tape - König [Kinktober Day 18]

TW: Sex Tape, Fem! Reader, Size Kink, Breeding Kink-?

Being bent over the table by your fucking Colonel and taking his dick on camera? you didn't know you'd be doing that today but... here you are, His mask stuffed into your mouth to muffle your whines while he stuffs you full of his dick with no mercy, his fat meaty cock bumping into your cervix with each brutal thrust making you see stars. König grunted as he thrusts into you deep and hard, your cunt clenching around him so hard he could cum right then and there. Your cunt was the tightest out of all the women he's fucked in base, it was so tight he ended up drooling onto your back, his eyes prickling with tears from how intense the pleasure and pain was. His balls ached as you clenched even harder around his thick shaft. König couldn't stop the whine that escaped his lips when you arched into him, making him press even harder onto your cervix. He'd forgotten the camera was even there at this point, he was just rutting into you like an animal. Drooling all over your back as he watched the trail of saliva slide down your crack onto his blonde pubes. His hand snaked around you to grab one of your tits, squeezing the heavy flesh in his hand while his hips stuttered and his pace sloppier as he neared his climax, and so did you. His thick fat cock buried to the hilt inside you made your head swim and your thighs shake. You were sure you wouldn't be able to walk after this. You heard his whine and clenched even harder around him, feeling his pace get sloppier and his thrusts weaker. König's knees buckled slightly but he forced himself to stay upright when he heard footsteps so he quickened his pace before you cried out, cumming all over his fat shaft before he buried himself to the hilt, blowing his load deep inside your cunny.

[docdudo]

Vampire 141 - Fledgling!Reader

This was hell.

Actually, you truly believed hell must be kinder than whatever the hell was happening to your body these past few days.

Should you call the support line after all?

And to think it was all your boss’s fault. If that jerk hadn’t made you work overtime and close the stupid convenience store without any warning, maybe you could have found a way to get home safely.

But nooooo...

Now thanks to that, you were attacked on your way home after work.

Attacked in the middle of the night, on a week day, too far from any houses for anyone to hear the commotion.

And it had been a vampire.

You didn’t know much about vampires. Their species was way too mysterious and reserved with outsiders. That’s not to say they didn’t interact with humans—because they did, especially with the wealthy—but it was one of those situations where someone like you would never get the chance to speak with one.

They were high society. Big families that controlled entire cities and states. Like the Mafia or some shit, living in the rich part of town that you had never even set foot in before.

Although, you had heard of vampires appearing here and there sometimes, walking around through the city quietly and discreetly when problems needed to be solved.

Problems like feral vampires.

Loners cast aside from their Covens for one reason or another, now crazed and out of control, following their bloodlust blindly. They killed as easily as any vampire did, even if their only focus was to drink their victims' blood.

Dangerous creatures...

They were rare—incredibly so—since it was the responsibility of the high covens to protect the normal folk from ferals. They rarely appeared in other vampires' territory, fearing the powerful presence of their own kind.

But sometimes...

Sometimes, a new one would appear from far away, starved and crazed like most of them were by that point. And usually they managed to kill one victim before the covens hunted them down to kill them for good.

So it was very important to call the right number to report feral vampires in the area.

Should you have done that? Yes, you should have. You really should have. But you were so. freaking. tired.

You were a college student working part-time at a convenience store. After waking up from your near-death experience, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. In fact, for a good while after waking up, you even thought you had hallucinated everything. You went home like it was just another night, your mind drifting, more absent than present.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out.

But, when you looked at yourself in the mirror the next morning...

You were supposed to be dead. Someone would find your body—drained and wounded—and call the feral hotline. Vampires would show up, deal with the feral with minimal effort, and make sure the area was secured again. That’s just how it goes.

EXCEPT!

You are fucking alive!!

You didn’t even know that was possible—a feral giving up on its prey after pinning it down instead of just killing it for the blood.

It was talking, too—mumbling nonsense by your ear, like it was actually trying to communicate with you.

It bit you, injecting its venom.

Your skin was horribly marked now. The wounds that had once been there had all turned into thin layers of scar tissue. Not the usual kind, but one formed by the venom injected into your bloodstream. The red and black layers against your otherwise normal skin tone made it look like the weirdest tattoo you’d ever seen—like you were a broken porcelain doll with satan himself trying to break free from inside out.

It started at your neck, on your left shoulder, blooming into an ugly, messy bite that was definitely the most obvious problem there.

It went down your left arm and chest, streaks that looked like veins, or cracks.

The artwork was completed by ending on the wounds you’d gotten on your lower body while fighting off the vampire on top of you—scrapes around your hips and legs.

At least you actually searched a bit about vampires after that, panicking hard over the weird markings on your skin. The only and most important thing you needed to know was whether ferals could transform humans or not.

Which, unsurprisingly, they could.

At least, in theory.

They still have their venom, but when they go feral, they usually just want to drink blood from their victims blindly, and the venom is mostly forgotten. There was never a case of a feral actually turning someone into a vampire!

Maybe that feral wasn’t as far gone as the others...

But now, this was somehow your problem! You barely knew anything about vampires', or how they worked in the first place!

What do they even do after transforming someone?

Are you really a vampire now??

Why did you have the ugliest markings all over your body after being bitten, when you’d never heard of vampires leaving markings like this???

And why the hell was your boss still making you go to work after you told him you were attacked late at night last week, the asshole?!?!

Maybe you should’ve specified it was a vampire who attacked you, but you were scared to face what had happened. What had been done to you, and what you might now become. Do you need to speak to vampires now? Are you actually one? You don't even have any fangs or anything different besides the markings...

You had so much to do—so many projects left unfinished for school. You never missed class, not even when you were sick. But now that you’ve become a completely different species…

"Dearie, what happened to you??"

You were startled by the worried voice of an old lady close to you, making you look up from the chip bags you had been staring at for a solid five minutes in the middle of the aisle.

You glanced back at her for a few seconds before turning your gaze to your own body, looking down at your neck and collarbone where the giant marking started, barely hidden by the collar of your work shirt.

"Oh, it's... dunno, a birthmark." You mumble, tired, not really caring much for a better excuse.

You were so tired lately... what the hell even happened? You always had that healthy college student tiredness from working and studying, but it never made your body feel this heavy.

If you were any more weak-minded, you might have just stayed in bed forever.

But then again, college student.

"It doesn't look like one…." The woman squinted, analyzing your neck like it was her fucking business.

Okay, maybe you were also a bit more irritaded than normal.

"Ma'am, it's nothing. Can I help you with something?" You force a smile, though it’s more cynical than polite, as you weren’t really in the mood to be that polite to people who couldn’t mind their own business.

She stared at you for a few more long seconds in complete silence, her eyes squinting as she made that slow, long hum that old people make when they're being casually judgmental.

"That's a vampire thing, isn't it?" A middle-aged man appeared around the corner, his eyes also drifting to your neck as he tilted his head to the side. "It looks like a vampire bite on your neck..."

This guy you actually know—Thomas, from the real estate office nearby—who always comes to buy a snack around this time of day.

"How did you even get to that conclusion...?" You mumble, frowning slightly in annoyance.

"For one, I can see two teeth marks on your neck, clearly. Second, have you not seen the news? There's a feral mosquito zooming around our area. He was spotted last week and still hasn't been caught."

The old lady gasped in shock, eyes wide as she turned back to you.

"Have you been attacked, dear?!"

Well, fuck. So much for ignoring the problem until it couldn’t be ignored anymore.

"I guess..." You shrug, wincing slightly at the pain that shot up your left shoulder from the action.

"You guess?? You should’ve called the hotline if you were attacked!" Thomas frowned, just as confused as he was indignant.

"You don’t get it, I have so much going on right now..." You groan tiredly, already slipping into a depressive mood as you remember all the work you still had to do for your classes.

"What does that even have to do wit—?!"

"Hey, what's with the commotion?!"

You sighed heavily at your boss’s loud voice booming through the store, the balding man approaching with a huffy expression, slightly controlled thanks to the two clients standing with you in the aisle.

"Didn't know you were at the store today, mr. Miller...." You mumble softly, trying to dodge the last subject.

"I wasn’t supposed to be! But we all received a notification—there’s a Coven coming here to deal with the fucking feral!" He grunts, clearly annoyed. "I came to close the store; apparently, those snobby suckers want all businesses closed to make their work easier."

"Oh no, don’t tell me that…" Thomas sighs, suffering, pulling his phone from his pocket immediately to start a call with what you can only assume is his manager, turning away from the group.

"Does that mean I can go?" You ask, raising an eyebrow as you point hesitantly at the glass door.

"Oh, you have to let her go, she needs to go to the hospital...!" The old lady quickly agrees, nodding with the most pitiful look on her face.

"Hey, hey, wait a sec, who said anything about a hospital—?"

"You still haven’t checked the fucking mark consuming your neck? Are you trying to kill yourself, girly??" Mr. Miller interrupts, glaring at you like this situation isn’t part of his fault.

"What the hell? You didn’t give me any days off??" You sputter, indignant.

"I have only you and that stoned kid right now, I can't afford to give any days off! You should go when you have time, like everyone else who works!"

You’re ready to probably yell back at his face when Thomas quickly runs back to the group, a bit desperate as he fumbles with his bags and cellphone.

"They're already here...! I have to go back too!"

"Yeah, I should be going too! Hit me up when you're uptaded, Mr. Miller! Thanks so much, bye-bye!" You say quickly, running out the door after Thomas, your backpack already over your shoulder.

You couldn't even focus on your boss' loud ass voice as you hurried down the street, your head pounding relentlessly. Ever since you got bitten, this had been your reality—splitting headaches, aching muscles, no appetite, itchy gums, and, above all, a bone-deep exhaustion.

To be fair, some of the symptoms were still pretty mild. But deep down, a gnawing fear told you something was off. You could barely wrap your head around the fact that you were actually turning (had already turned?) into a vampire. But feeling like absolute crap made you wonder… what if something was going wrong?

You should call the hotline. You should go to the hospital. Just get it over with—at least get some help. But wouldn’t that change everything? Wouldn’t it make things even more complicated? And what would the all-powerful vampires do with you then?

God, you can’t graduate if you miss too many assignments in a row!

Don’t you have that group project due in two weeks—the one no one in your group has even said a peep about?

A small noise from the other side of the otherwise silent street caught your attention, your head snapping up in alert. The street was empty—of both cars and people, as usual—except for the two men standing by the closed pet store.

And goddamn, these were NOT normal men.

They were dressed strangely, a mix of military style and high-end fashion. Clearly rich. Heavy black clothes with small pops of color, loaded with pockets and belts. Their boots—thick, heavy, the kind that could break your bones with a single kick.

But that wasn’t the weird part...

No, the weird part was how much of their faces they were covering. One of the men wore a heavy jacket, with a hood and beanie pulled up to hide his jet-black hair. A black surgical mask—like the kind you'd see in a hospital—covered his face, and dark sunglasses hid his eyes.

The other… good lord, he had to be around three meters tall. Sure, vampires were naturally bigger than humans, but still… what the hell? This guy was wearing a full veil over his head, black, with suspicious red streaks running down it, and his heavy clothes hid the rest of his body just as much.

They... they had to be vampires, right...?

You flinched when the man wearing sunglasses suddenly snapped his head in your direction. His face was completely hidden, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze. The other man too turned in your direction slowly, now both of them facing you, completely still.

It truly seemed as if time had stopped for a few moments. No one moved or made a sound. You weren’t sure what to do. The ugly markings on your skin—too high on your neck to be hidden by your snug polo work shirt—seemed to burn under their stares.

You can't take this anymore.

Without thinking, you immediately turned around and tried to make your way back to the convenience store, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

But you didn’t even manage to take a single step forward.

"What is this?" the man wearing sunglasses asked, his voice rough and quiet.

You jumped in place, a small hiccup escaping your lips in surprise as you felt heavy hands settle on your shoulders, keeping you still.

How did they get to you so fast?? You were on the other side of the street!

"Fledgling." The other man spoke even more gruffly, tilting his head down to see you properly. His veil was falling forward just enough for you to almost see his face beneath it.

You could distinctly see a red glow beneath it.

"W-Wha—"

Your stuttered words were interrupted by the veiled man's big, heavy hand tilting your head up gently, while his partner unbuttoned your polo shirt, pulling the cloth aside to reveal more of the damaged area.

"Abused by their Sire." The veiled man growled lowly in anger, his voice still mostly quiet as he analyzed the markings. You could clearly hear a distinctive German accent in his words. "Who? It's just our Coven here."

"There were visiting Covens not that long ago." The other one also spoke with an accent—something Asian, it seemed—but you couldn't quite place it.

"Too fresh. This is a just-turned."

"E-Excuse me—"

"This is a grievous sin against nature itself." The Asian man growled, making every hair on your body stand on end. The sound of his growl sent a shiver through you, paralyzing you slightly. "She didn't even complete the transformation."

"Fledgling, who is your Sire?" the German muttered slowly, forcing your head slightly higher so you had to look up at him.

Now they quieted down, letting you speak. Though you didn't really want to right now—not when you didn't understand what the hell they were saying.

"M-My... my what...?" You mumble anxiously, looking up in between both of their covered faces.

...

"Scheißdreck!" The veiled man cursed gruffly, his hands immediately going under your armpits to lift you up as if you weighed nothing, making you yelp in surprise.

"I did think the tribunal was too quiet recently," the Asian guy grunted, his arms crossed firmly as he watched you squirm slightly in panic in the bigger man's arms. "They're gonna love to hear about this."

"And the feral?" the German asked quietly, gently immobilizing you against him, tapping your back in small motions to calm you down.

"The others are here. No matter how smart a feral, they are easy targets. We have more important matters to attend to now. Isn't that right, Fledgling?"

You whimpered slightly in fear and confusion, your head pressed against the taller vampire's shoulder.

"How are we going to deal with this...?" The German sounded slightly calmer now, less aggressive with you in his arms. "This is serious, Horangi, a crime of this caliber..."

"I know, König. The tribunal will deal with that. For now, we keep her close. How about her teeth?"

You felt your body being slightly adjusted to lay more against the big guy's body, his giant hand coming up to your mouth to push his fingers inside it.

"No way!" you hissed defensively, trying to turn your head from side to side to avoid him.

"Shh, Fledgling. You're okay, stay calm. Open up." You let out a grunt in surprise and indignation as Horangi stepped forward, forcing his fingers into your mouth while König held your head in place. "Ha, it's what we thought. A fresh fledgling. Her teeth haven't even fallen out yet." He laughed without humor, shaking his head slightly as he let go.

"F-Fall out?? W-Wait, t-this is...! O-Oh, God..."

You whimpered, getting overwhelmed. This was precisely why you didn’t want to deal with the attack and transformation matter. And a tribunal?? You were so busy, living alone, and you couldn’t miss work—much less miss your classes.

"You are tired, Liebchen. Your body is taking a toll after the bad transformation. Settle, we'll take care of things." He patted your back gently a few times.

"She has a ton of venom in her bloodstream, and she's still awake. Rock her a bit, and she should fall back asleep quickly. I'm calling Laswell."

God Fucking Dammit!!

[cod-dump]

König: Alright, let's get this over with...

König: Horangi, don't read fanfiction while on the field

Horangi, on his phone: I'm writing it

König: Roze, I BEG YOU to follow your orders

Roze: Beg harder

König: ... Hutch, you're the only one who isn't a disappointment

Hutch: Thanks, Colonel