My mom took me, my husband, and our baby girl to the beach for vacation, and we had a great time! I hope that once things fall back into routine, I get back to writing ✍️
When the reader successfully gets into a Dark Web Forum and makes a name for herself, how unfortunate for her that she's a little too trusting with her client. How fortunate for the client, König, though that she falls right into his trap for him to take his nerdy little maus, all for himself.
The morning light filtered into König’s small dorm room through opaque black curtains, casting dancing shadows on the walls. He had spent many years waking up to these same four white walls, sometimes dreading the day ahead. Now he lies perfectly still, feeling the rhythm of your breathing as you sleep peacefully on his chest. He eases his right arm beneath you and pulls you closer, enough to kiss the top of your head. You shift slightly at his touch, but do not wake; instead, you let out a soft, tired sigh.
“She loves me,” König thinks to himself. He feels lucky because, although your confession surprised him, he answered effortlessly, as he loves you more than anyone before. You have proven yourself confident, resilient, and outspoken, even when afraid. It takes a special person to confront challenges with such courage. König is proud to call you his and has grown fond of your dauntless heart. He marvels at the surreal feeling that you shared your love with him.
König pulls you closer as his heart races. Part one of his plan was successful; you are now safe with him in his military base. Part two will be difficult, however, because you now need to put in the work to stay here. You are incredibly intelligent with computer systems, regardless of what the General had to say. König is confident you could do anything they ask of you, but issues will arise when you finally come to terms with your place within the team. The hacker may not pull the trigger, but your expertise will lead Kortac straight to the target. Kortac asks no questions and rarely takes prisoners. You must be on board with executing the mission, regardless of the outcome.
You stir, and as your eyes flutter open, König gives you a gentle squeeze.
“Good morning, Maus.”
You smile, “Good morning, baby.”
You reach your hands up to wipe the sleep from your eyes. König wishes he could live in this moment forever, but unfortunately, you both have a lot of work to do.
—
König adores the many faces you make, whether silly or serious. He finds it amusing that you seem unaware of how expressive your face is. When he walks into the common room and hands you the new training schedule he made for you, your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nearly making him laugh. Your primary work might involve computers, yet you’re still expected to learn basic defense and weapons training. Your eyes narrow in displeasure as you scan the list. König glances over to Nikto, who sits at the common room table drinking tea and chatting with you before König entered. Meeting König’s eyes, Nikto lifts his mug for a simple hello.
“There is a lot of exercise stuff on here.” You say as you look over the paper, “And weapons training?”
“Ja, everyone has a training schedule, and now so do you,” König replied.
“Oh.” You paused, slightly crinkling the paper. “I guess I thought since I’m the computer person, I wouldn’t have to train as you guys do.” You looked up to König, disappointed.
"The goal is for you to learn how to handle yourself in an emergency, Maus. This schedule is only basic training.” König says as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Let me see,” Nikto extended his right hand and flexed his fingers. You hand him the well-written schedule, and he takes it to examine.
“Ah, yes, I can confirm our Colonel is taking it easy on you. My routine starts with a five-mile run before breakfast.”
Your face contorts. “Ew. gross.
”Nikto laughs and hands your schedule back. “See you two around.” He says with a wave before he leaves the room.
—
So maybe you’re not a hidden athlete, but you are showing great promise. You already have a suitable form, so it was a top priority to get your running gait as proficient as possible. König knows he might not have enough time to build your endurance, but being able to put as much distance between you and the enemy as quickly as possible will give you an advantage. One good thing was that you loved to run from him; he would give you a five-second head start and chase after you. He would criticize your gait and speed as he followed behind, and would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder when the set was over. You would giggle as he walked you back to the beginning of the outdoor track. König had to calm himself every time he caught you; his memory would wander back to the first game you two ever got to play chase together. Soon, he hopes to spend plenty of time with you on his mountain property, but for now König knows he does not have the luxury of time.
While working on physical training, König made sure you had breaks. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner were not optional. Every day, you two made your way to the cafeteria and ate together; sometimes, other members of the team would join. Normally, Nikto and Horangi would always be around for lunch, but since the first initial meeting, Kruger had not joined the group again. That was fine; König noticed how your body tensed around him. König was quick to order Nikto to be his eyes when he was away; he owed him, considering he was the one who doxed you on the Dark Web forum. Nikto took the order immediately and seemed to be truly sorry for what he had done. König accepted his apology but left out the part where he was secretly thankful. The road forged from a single phone call led you to him, and for that, he is grateful.
It took some time, but König finally got all the permissions to present you with your own work laptop. The little happy giggle you made when you took it from his hands made his heart sing. You would need to work on the systems immediately and get a feel for how things operate. You now had access to sophisticated military software and programs, only to be used for the benefit of any missions. König had you on the schedule for software training for the next week and added you to the more advanced classes. It was no surprise when the software engineer came to him and gave flying remarks for your participation and hard work learning the new systems. Seeing you so happy meant the world to him, and when given the news, König bent down and picked you off the ground, hugging you tightly in his arms.
Sadly, however, joy cannot standalone forever. The first real snag to König’s plan was when he literally had to pick you up and carry you to the gun range. It had been weeks of excuses not to go, and finally, he knew he had to be the one to force the issue. He let you down on the ground, and you instantly crossed your arms tightly over your chest.
“You embarrassed me Infront of everyone, König.” You say sharply, eyes avoiding his gaze.
“I’m sorry, Liebe, but you must learn how to shoot. It’s for your own protection.” He responded in a stern but soft tone.
You roll your eyes as you lower your arms to your sides. You wander off to look around the range. König watches quietly as you walk over to the wall covered with various machine guns.
“I don’t like guns.” You say as you pick at your fingernails.
König walks over to where you are standing and looks at the variety of weapons.
“You don’t need to like them to learn how to use them.” König turns and opens a medium-sized plastic chest on the ground. He picks up a simple black Glock-19. He turns back to you and holds out the weapon in both hands, presenting it.
“This is a very simple handgun. I won’t make you fire these on the walls, but please try this one.”
You stared at the gun, then up to König, apprehension apparent. You finally let out a deep sigh. “Fine, but just know I’m going to complain the whole time.”
—
You sat quietly on the common room couch, typing away on your work computer. König sat comfortably beside you, watching as you manipulated the code. You had found vulnerabilities in our cloud firewall, which impressed the general. Not only did you find the vulnerability, but you patched it and made it stronger than ever. König twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.
“I’m so proud of you, Liebling.”
König observed as your body froze, hands locked in place above the computer keys.
“What?” You asked softly.
“I said, I’m proud of you.”
You gently shut your laptop screen and lay the laptop to your side, then turned to König.
“Do you really mean that?” You looked up to König with soft doe eyes.
“I would never lie about that.” He spoke as he took his right hand and cupped your cheek.
Before König could blink, you swiftly moved towards him and straddled his lap. You wrapped your arms around his head and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. Instinctively, König wrapped his arms around your waist, humming in approval.
“Keep praising me like that, and we are going to have to go through another pregnancy scare.”
König chuckled, “In that case, I’m proud of your hard work. I’m proud of your confidence. I’m proud of your-.”
With a smile, you lifted König’s hood and let it fall over your own head. You kissed him, silencing him. Your hands cupped his face, holding him still as you deepened the kiss. König felt himself get hard; he relaxed into the couch, letting you lean closer into him. His hands roamed over your body, feeling the intense heat of his touch.
When you pulled away to catch your breath, König stood. You gasped as he quickly hoisted you off the couch. You pulled yourself back out of König’s hood and looked around the empty common room with instant relief. König fixed his mask and pushed up on your ass to get you higher on his body. You giggled as you locked your legs around him and clasped your hands around his neck.
“Come on, Liebing, back to our room so I can give you all the praise you desire.”
Cookies Small Town, USA
The small dive bar hummed with life as the jukebox played 90s hits. LEDs lit up the area as a few patrons drank their worries away. Captain Price led his team to the worn bar stools, and each member took a seat. After a few moments, a young woman with blonde hair approached the captain after she wiped off a few beer mugs with a clean rag.
“What are we drinking tonight?” The woman asked with a charming grin.
“Whatever whiskey you have, neat, please,” John answered.
Kyle, Johnny, and Simon then placed their orders and waited for their drinks. John looked around the bar while taking a sip of whiskey. His training involved using all his senses and feeling the energy of the room. The atmosphere of the bar was draining; something was missing, more so, someone.
“What’s your name, love?” John asked the blonde bartender.
“Zoey,” she answered, not looking up from the bar. “Are you guys cops?”
John lowered his glass, “Not cops.”
"So the FBI?" Zoey huffed.
John gently shook his head no.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. So what are four strikingly handsome British men doing at my bar, then?” Zoey stood in front of John, tossing the cleaning rag over her shoulder, then crossing her arms.
“I believe your manager, Mike, is expecting us,” John answered with a tight lipped grin.
Just then, Mike rounded the corner. “John Price?” He asked as he approached John with his hand outstretched.
John took his hand and shook it. “Aye. This is my team.” John motioned to the men beside him.
“Thank you for coming. Please, let’s step into my office.” Mike turned and motioned for the men to follow.
All four men left their seats, but Johnny downed his scotch and laid the glass back down on the bar. He looked at Zoey with a mischievous grin and winked before he caught up with his team. Zoey stood motionless, wondering if her friend was okay and what on earth she had gotten herself into.
No thoughts just people wincing in sympathy when they see pregnant!reader and konig together because he's...well....Giant.
Larger than life, the sheer size of him only more exaggerated by the fact you've always been on the short size. You hear almost everyday how difficult it will be, your supposedly giant baby. Honestly, you're worried too, though you suspect konig is the most stressed.
"I broke the record in my hospital, schatzi. Fifteen pounds. Schatzi, Do you hear me." Which. As one would predict, only served to make you more nervous.
Then the day comes and....they're...small.
Tiny, little babies. Twins, how the hell it was missed it beyond you. Your husband is well over six feet, weighs a solid three hundred and some pounds, and his two new babies can easily be held in one hand each.
As the shock of everything settles in, you both learn that your babies will absolutely scream and wail if konig attempts to hold them normally, only settling properly when curled up in his hands. He's practically crying all the time from how fragile they are compared to him.
Seeing the tiny pairs of socks he sews for them has you crying, too. He loves them so so much.
Your favorite memory is watching the little ones, now a bit older but still so small, snuggling together on konigs back while he naps, enough space they can't easily roll off.
You can't imagine it any other way. It just...feels right.
Imagine COD X The Backrooms (specifically Kane Parsons Backrooms)
The team, Captain Price, Johnny, Kyle, and Simon are on a mission, and the humvee literally falls into The Backrooms. They survive the crash (luckily the humvee wasnt going very fast when they fell) at first they believe they ran over a landmine but when they emerge from the wreckage they are shocked to see they are in some kind of building surrounded by yellow wallpaper. They gather their supplies and begin to move, knowing they have to find a way out.
Then, after many days of walking, they find you. More so, you find them in a panic. You run towards them, screaming and frantically motioning for them to follow you. Once they heard the bone-chilling roar of what could only be assumed to be a beast straight from hell, they followed quickly. You lead them to your safe house, an actual house that doesn't look right. The proportions are off, and once inside, it gets even weirder. There is a dining room chair that's as tall as the celing and a green stop sign protruding from the wall. You motion for the men to stay low, and eventually, the unseen monster leaves the area.
You let out a sigh of relief and offer the men a drink of water from your water bottle. When you fell into the Backrooms, you were hiking in the Appalachian Mountains with your friends. Luckily, you had a good amount of food and water stored in your backpack, but your supplies won't last forever.
The men all introduced themselves and were naturally curious about the place you all had found yourself in. The only information you could give was that you believed this place to be a type of purgatory, worse than hell and far from heaven. You didn't feel like you were dead, but you couldn't come up with any other explanation.
It was Price who knelt beside you and took your hand. "We are going to find away out of here, love. I promise you that."
You stared at the Captain, then Kyle, then Johnny. Finally, your eyes rest on Simon, who wore a black balaclava with a skull piece painted on it. They don't know the horrors you've seen. How this place twists reality to its will. These men, however, seem to have lived different types of horrors. You can see it in the coldness of their gaze.
They could be your key to survival that you've been missing. Plus, with their weapons, you might finally be able to get close enough to see what they tall black monster is guarding.
Hi everyone! Just wanted to update yall, sorry ive been away. I lost all energy to do anything I enjoy, but slowly, I've been gaining my spark back. I'm hoping to get back into writing again soon, I want to get new chapters out and start on my poll project. Everything takes time, of course.
Y'all take care and hope to get some new work out soon :)
I need Sheriff John Price saving his new bride from The Deep Ones awakening in the silver mines near town.
I need Outlaw and Bounty Hunter Kyle Garrick hunting cannibalistic vampires across the desert.
I need Miner Johnny MacTavish stumbling across a creature he believes is an angel but is something far more sinister.
I need Farmer Simon Riley going out to hunt, only to return months later to his beloved, asking to be invited in, bringing with him an unrelenting hunger.
Imagine if Simon Riley falls in love with his gorgeous neighbor and after months of attempts to get her attention he finally lands a date with her only to find out she is incredibly hyper independent.
He would give this woman the entire world if she asked only for her to be like, "im okay, but thanks."
He then goes on a mission to prove he doesn't want to control her but only be allowed space in her orbit.
She, however, really likes Simon for the gruff, handsome man he is but is scared to let anyone in. The things her abusive ex did to her still haunts her to this day. She vowed never to rely on anyone ever again.
Hes really sweet though. A little rough around the edges, but she can tell he has trauma of his own.
Maybe she could allow someone as special as Simon around in her orbit.
Being the handsome guy that he is, he’s always used his good looks to his advantage, but now, ironically, he’s with a partner who can’t see his good looks.
So, this guy loves to bring your hands to his face so you can feel his beautiful features. It doesn’t matter if you stroke his cheeks or playfully pinch the tip of his nose — you can do whatever you want, seriously.
Sometimes, when you’re hugging and just enjoying each other’s company, he loves to tell you how much he wishes you could see how beautiful you are and how you both make such a pretty couple.
Kyle Garrick hasn’t been jealous a day in his life.
He’s sure he doesn’t even know the feeling. Especially not with you. Even through the years, growing up with you he never had to be.
Not when you clung to his side everyday, the annoying younger kid on the block that followed him around. You always chose him, over anyone else.
So he’s not sure why now seeing you sat with his lieutenant makes an ugly feeling claw it’s way up his throat. Why watching you accept the drink he’s bought you with a soft dimpled smile you reserve for him makes the tension in his temples tight.
It’s not the first time you’ve met the 141, but it is the first time you’re not wrapped around his arm drunkenly giggling into his side. You’re just friends, childhood friends, that’s what he tells you at least. And it was never a problem.
His jaws set, teeth clenched together so tight it hurts when Ghost brushes your elbow and you bloody lean in to him. He stomps over with red in his vision and mission to strangle his lieutenant or bend you over the table right then and there.
You smile so sweetly up at him when he stops at your side.
“Hi Kyl—“
His hand grips your jaw, digging a little harshly for something he usually protects, and stamps a wet, claiming kiss to your lips. You make a surprised noise, lips parting just enough for his tongue to slide into the corners of your mouth.
You struggle to catch up to him, lips falling just behind his possessive movements, little room to breathe as he forces you to take it. It goes on a little longer than it probably should, but the anger’s still pumping under his skin, making his reasoning unstable.
When he pulls away, there’s a wet glob of spit connecting the both of you, your eyes wide and chest heaving.
Simon’s voice breaks through his bubble, “Took ya long enough.”
Ghost with demons!
TF 141 with dogs🐶
It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot!
Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
