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He was only 23. He didn't deserve the way he was treated. Accused and rumours made saying he was a groomer that weren't true at all. They were only proven to be fake after he killed himself on live. No one even let him speak to defend himself. He was undoubtedly a wonderful beam of kindness and love. Sick world we live in. Rip 🙏
heeyy, it's me again :) I really really liked the other one you wrote and was wondering if you could write another about könig with a gn s/o with unnaturally sharp canines. I'm sorry I just have a really weird interest with teeth and can't get the thought out of my head. I was originally gonna ask about könig having the sharp teeth but then thought it would be fun to switch it up a little bit but you can still make it that he has sharp teeth too if you want :)
Keep It Under Control (König x GN!Reader)
gif by; @outlqst
word count; 1,122
masterlist; here
a/n; don’t apologize! i find sharp teeth fascinating too. thank you for liking the fic!! i hope this is up to your standards <3 ty for requesting mwah mwah. könig really likes your teeth in this btw
[tags; blood and injury, fluff, established relationship, military inaccuracies.]
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König hummed quietly to himself as he walked around base, trying to find you. He went to your usual places; your quarters, his quarters, the mess hall, the training room, but his last location was the common area connecting most of these sections. He instinctively kept his footsteps light around the base as he had ended up scaring too many people. König’s eyes scanned the room for yours, but he still couldn’t find you. His eyebrows furrowed together; are you just in the bathroom and he doesn’t know it? König always promises to hang out with you after he completes his paperwork.
“Lookin’ for [name], are ya?” Soap’s thick accent breaks his train of thought. König whips his head to his right side to see Soap leaning against a wall, his phone in his hand. König nods, turning his body to face the Scot as well. Soap chuckles and lowers his phone for a moment. “Your jo’ had t’speak to Price, acted out with those teeth of theirs.”
König blinked at Soap’s words and then stepped forward towards him. “Acted out, you say? What did they do?” König asked, concern dripping with his voice. You speaking with Price had to mean you did something to someone under his command, right? Soap shrugged, but there was tight tension held in his expression. “I didnae see it happen, but I sure heard it. [Name] bit someone.”
‘Oh. That is not good.’ König thought to himself. His chest tightened as he thought about what kind of damage you could’ve done. Sure, he knows your teeth are sharper than usual, but you’ve never bit anyone hard. And of course, he’s assuming you but someone hard if you got called up to talk to Price. “Danke, Soap.” König mutters before turning around and heading down the hall. His heart rate began to pick up, the anxiety setting in. He doesn’t like the thought of you getting in trouble at all. König finds his way to Price’s office and politely waits outside of it, leaning against the wall by the door to wait for your exit.
König attempts to listen to whatever conversation you’re having, but of course his walls are too thick to hear a normal conversation. “At least there isn’t any yelling.” König whispers to himself, his thumb digging into his metal plate on his arm. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to take off his field uniform.
König checks his watch every once in a while, and watches the time pass by.
5 minutes,
then 10,
then 15.
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The door to Price’s office suddenly opens which makes König’s head pop up; which he was counting the little specks of the designs of the tiles as he waited. Price’s arm holds the door open for you and Gaz, who has a medical bandage around his forearm. “Again, I’m so sorry, Kyle!” You exclaimed, guilt dripping from your voice. “I didn’t realize I actually bit you hard.”
Gaz laughs and pats your shoulder firmly, his other hand on his hip. “It’s no problem, that’ll make one hell of a defensive on the field, yeah?” He says warmly towards you, his smile remaining on his lips. König glances between you and Gaz before his eyes landing on Price who has a warm yet authoritative expression and stance. “Keep it under control, for the field, [name].” Price’s gruff voice warns you. “Yes sir, I understand.” You reply. Price nods in understanding before his eyes land on König, giving him a curt nod before retreating into his office, closing the door. “Ah, König!” Gaz exclaims, looking up at the tall man. König peered down at him without a word, but that’s very common to him to not speak too much to those he isn’t close to, so Gaz isn’t offended. “It’s nice to see you, I hope your mission went well,” Gaz murmurs before looking down the hall, which prompted both you and König to do the same. You see the vague figure of Ghost, who seems to be waiting for Gaz. “Gotta run, but I’ll see you guys later!” He begins to jog down the hall, his boots echoing through the long hallway.
“Bye!” You say just loud enough for Gaz to hear. You then turn to König with a smile which quickly forms into a worried lip bite. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask gently, quickly grabbing one of his hands. You notice he’s still in his field uniform; ‘why did he not get dressed?’ You question internally. His soft accent rips through his voice as he speaks. “I was worried.” König admits, pushing himself from off the wall and intertwining his fingers with yours. You feel the rough material beneath your palm, but you pay no mind to it. The heat radiating from his hand is enough to keep you distracted. “Worried?” You murmur, stepping closer to your boyfriend. His eyes peer down at you with concern; he borderline has puppy dog eyes when he’s with you. “When I heard you were in Price’s office, and as you are not under his command directly..” König trails off a bit, squeezing your hand. “When Soap had told me what you were in there for, I could not help it.”
You smile with teeth from his words as his concern makes you feel warm inside. König’s eyes immediately look down at your mouth when you do so; he’s always loved your teeth. They’re unique and suit you so well. Your canines came down to a sharper point than most people, and some of your other teeth were a bit unnaturally sharper as well. He probably has a weird thing about them, but you don’t mind. His curiosity was adorable. König’s other hand comes up to your mouth and his thumb carefully moves the right side of your upper lip to expose your gums and canine even more. You took good care of your teeth and gums as your teeth tend to slice your inner cheek or the inner part of your lip pretty often. You used to have a hard time doing so, until you began to get infections. In a way, your sharp teeth helped you take care of yourself.
König takes his hand away, slips his glove off, and then goes back to your mouth. You keep your eyes on him, confused but allowing him to look however he wants. His thumb rubs against your sharp canine, his skin indenting from under the pressure. König wordlessly takes his hand back and slips on the glove before dragging you by your hand down the hall. “What? What’s wrong?” You ask, quickening your steps to keep up with his broad ones. “Nothing,” He quickly said. “Nothing at all, Liebe.”
requested by; @flipphone01st (I accidentally posted this before actually writing it ): )
a/n; non-sexual reader for now!! although the ending is a tad suggestive. it’s a little bit short i’m so sorry! feel free to request more <3
[tags; biting, fluff, established relationship.]
The first time you bit him, it was without thought. You were hanging out in his quarters so you caught him without his complete uniform on; without the plates lining his arms, without his vest on, everything. König was simply in his fatigues and a skin tight fitted black shirt that was tucked into his pants. His sleeves were rolled up, although he was still wearing gloves and his mask. His mask was something he barely ever took off, even in front of you.
You were cuddling with König, laying on his big chest, but slightly off to the side. One arm was wrapped around you while his other was laying on his stomach. His gentle breathing, his chest rising and falling is insanely relaxing to you. Being able to lay here with König is a blessing in your eyes. Dozing off, you found yourself with your finger between your teeth. Instinctively, you made sure to not bite down too hard, but you’ve been doing this for so long that your teeth grazing against your skin no longer bothers you. Before you succumb to the enticing feeling of slumber, you feel König’s chest vibrate due to him speaking along with the feeling of his gloved fingers removing your finger from your teeth.
“Hmmh?” You question sleepily, your eyes fluttering open to look up at König. “What did you say?”
He intertwines his fingers with yours, his puppy eyes keeping eye contact. “You were chewing on your finger, Liebe. You’ll hurt yourself like that.”
You blink at him before you break out into a soft smile, taking your hand away from his and wrapping it around his torso. König’s finger brushes your hair, trailing to your jaw, and cupping your cheek. You shiver from the gentle gesture of his big hands, his eyes showing how much adoration he has for you. “Go back to sleep, okay? I did not mean to disturb you.”
You hum for a moment, your eyes trailing up his exposed forearm, to his covered shoulder, to his eyes which were staring into yours. You feel a ball of energy build up in your gut and without thinking, you turn and you sink your teeth into his forearm. You didn’t bite him hard enough to draw blood, but you did bite him hard enough for him to feel it and to leave a mark. “Ah! Du hast mich gebissen, Liebling!” He laughed quietly, pulling his forearm from you. König knows you mean no harm. His eyes scan his forearm and he eyes the indented teeth marks around one of the many veins that trail up his arm to his inner elbow. König eyes move to your face, which you are already fast asleep with your shirt between your teeth. He blinks; how did you fall asleep so quickly? König smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
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Another time was when you were in public. You two were in the mess hall, and you just couldn’t stop biting at your nails. It was admittedly a bad habit you had, but you never noticed when you did it so you never stopped yourself. Your fingers were near your mouth, your teeth tearing at your nails and eventually your skin, but you didn’t notice as König quietly talked about his new training to be a better sniper.
König eyed your hand near your mouth before he realized what you were doing, his gloved hand wrapped around your wrist and gently lowered your hand from your mouth. You look at him with a small, “Hm?” as he did so, his eyes scanned over your face. “Biting your nails is not good for you, Liebling,” He murmured into your ear. You blinked at him before looking at your nails; wrecked and a bit bloody. You whined and pouted as you examined them. “Damn it!”
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Another time was when you were out to the nearby pub with him, celebrating another successful mission. Although, the both of you tended to stay away from the mob of people, so sitting in the corner by a small table with a couple of drinks satisfied you both. “Schätzchen, you’re chewing your sleeve again.” König said to you gently, reaching for your free hand, intertwining your fingers on the table. You blinked and immediately ripped your hand away from your mouth, laughing as “the embarrassment” blush rises to your cheeks. “Oh, sorry..” You muttered, glancing away from your boyfriend. König hummed and squeezed your hand. “It’s alright, Liebe. Maybe we should get you one of those.. How do you say..” He trails off, waving his hand in the air. You smiled as he tried to think of the word before his eyes lit up. “Chewing necklaces!” He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming. “We should get a chewing necklace for you.”
You tilted your head in thought and began to nod. “A chewing necklace, huh?” You murmured as you eyed your chewed sleeve—and then you took a glance at your other sleeve which has suffered a similar fate, multiple times. “That would be nice. I could stop ruining my own clothes, my nails.”
König kept his eyes on you as he whispered, “Du könntest mich immer noch beißen, ich hätte nichts dagegen.”
a nuclear family can include a wife and a husband and their two biological children and their five goo pool children and the wife’s war buddy and the war buddy’s war husband and the husband’s crush and two weird scientists their children met in the woods
One day in Sept of 1987, Atlanta Georgia resident, Minnie Winston awoke to find dark red splotches of blood in several rooms (on both the walls and floor) of her house. There was blood on the bathroom’s lower walls, the kitchen, living room, bedroom, hallways, and basement. Blood was also found in a crawlspace and under a television set.
The police came, collected samples of the blood and sent them to the state crime lab. It was concluded that the blood samples belonged to a human but the police had no idea where it came from. It didn’t belong to either Minnie or her husband. There was no evidence of a break-in or wrong doing. The couple had never witnessed anything like this before and were terrified. Given the amount of blood they found, it appeared to have been placed, or dripped, on the spot from a very lively source. In other words, someone inside their home had been bleeding profusely. To this day, there has been no explanation of how the blood got there and who it belonged to. The source of the blood was never found.
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