shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.
Y'all Roman König is taking a little longer than expected bc I have a lot of stuff going on with moving preparations for me and my family so stay tuned! Hopefully I will get a new chapter out next week!!
My brain can't stop thinking about König punishing Hase because she's misbehaving 😞
I need sleep now
!!! I am literally in awe right now 😭 this is incredible, thank you! 💕
I adore your art!! 🥹 I love the expression in his eyes and the size of him jdjdjdjdjd the way you portray könig and show the size difference is *chefs kiss*
There is nothing better than opening notifications and finding out that several days of your bullshit just made someone's day because they liked and reblogged everything on your dash. I would bake you cookies too if i could
I am very excited to get started on this, I've always liked the old Roman Konig prompts! (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
You'd head stories, hell all of your village people had. The legend of a Roman champion, who took down entire cities and killed armies single-handed.
You yourself always rolled your eyes or snickered when you heard these tales, because 'who could conquer an entire army by himself?'.
You soon figured that out, two soldiers threw you to the ground, the dirt grooving it's way under your fingernails. Your wet, tear stained face felt burning hot and your head hung, too nervous to look up.
"Salută-ți regele." One of the soldiers behind you spoke, his boot kicking your leg, bringing a stinging pain through it. You sniffled, slowly moving your eyes up to greet his pale blue ones.
He was big, so big. Bigger than any soldier here. He looked out of place, as if he was a god standing amongst men. Scars littered his exposed arms, but you couldn't see past his shrouded face.
"Ach, was hast du mir heute mitgebracht?" The man asked, looking at the two soldiers behind him. "O curvă." They spoke, your brows furrowed trying to understand their foreign tongue.
The man looked you up and down, finally deciding to take a seat. He huffed, almost as if he was annoyed with their presence. "Verlass uns." He spoke again, making a waving motion with his hand.
The two men grunted before turning away and leaving. You watched him with watchful eyes, wondering what he would do next. Take you as a slave? Rape you? Kill you? Your mind raced, terrified.
After a few more moments, he flicked his wrist, motioning for you to stand. He stalked towards you, and you tried to back away before he took hold of your arm in an almost bruising grip. "Hübsch." He spoke, almost fondly. You wished you'd understood his native tongue.
"W-what?" You whispered, your tears flowing freely again. Was he demanding something of you? He tilted his head, his eyes scrunching with what seemed to be amusement.
"Ein süßer Kleiner, perfekt für mich." He chuckled, before leading you over to the large expanse of his bed, which was covered in large and luxurious furs. You wondered how many people he had killed to get those.
You breathed unevenly, this was the moment you dreaded, he was going to rape you. Your tears fell harder, you tried to stifle your sobs to the best of your ability. His head cocked to the side, and he walked over to the table, picking up a pitcher and pouring water into a small, clay cup.
He walked over, handed it to you and waited. He watched until you finally brought it to your lips, drinking in deeply. "Thank you.." you whispered, handing the cup back. He smiled, you thought since you couldn't tell other than from his eyes.
Slowly, he began to undress, your heart sank. You couldn't possibly fight him off, he was at least four times your size, built of muscle and strength.
You froze, staring at him in fear. All you could do was try and brace yourself the best to your ability for what was coming, slowly, he sauntered over to you. He was built with muscle, towering over you. Scars also littered his torso and his legs and arms. He looked like he's gone to battle many times.
He reached the bed, extending a hand to caress your face. He brought his face down, breathing in your scent. You shook with fear. Slowly, he lowered himself to knees, spreading your dress open to reveal your bare cunt. Undergarments were a luxury your family weren't able to afford. At least when they were alive.
"p-please...don't..." You hiccupped, trying your best to scramble away. The man looked up at you and stood. His head cocking to the side, questioningly. "Du meinst...nein?" He wondered, before nodding to himself and redressing. You sat there, shocked.
By now, most if not all of the men in his camp would have beaten and raped you bloody, but why'd didn't he? You were thankful regardless. "Du hast ... Angst. Ich werde dir etwas Zeit allein geben, Kleines." He spoke, before moving the flap of his tent and leaving.
Moments after he left, you sobbed loudly, your body wracking with sobs and cries. You felt grief flood you, the death of your family, of your chief and your friends. Your village had barely made it through the fall, your crops dying and the soil becoming dry and dead from the lack of rain, only to be slaughtered by the Romans.
You laid back, holding yourself as you cried. And slowly, you cried yourself to sleep, huffing slow and uneasy breaths as you let sleep take you.
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This is the first part/chapter so let me know what you think of it! The German/Romanian is also roughly translated so don't quote me on some of this! 😭💗
Warnings: Kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome, cursing, depictions of violence, slight smut.
"mmm..." You groan, your head spinning. Your mouth was almost cotton dry, your tongue darting past your lips to lick them.
Groggily, you look around. You were in a dark cabin, only lit by the tall, stone fireplace adjacent to you. You were laid out on a couch, warm fur blankets draped over you.
As you sat up, you look around more, confused as to how you got here. The last you remember, you were getting ready to go to bed in your own, meek apartment.
You wander over to the door of the cabin, wiggling the knob, and soon pulling on it when it wouldn't open, and in that moment the panic finally settled. You felt around, trying to find a light switch but finding none.
"H-hello?" You called, perhaps a stupid thing but you needed to know if you were alone, maybe you were dreaming?
After a few silent moments, some floorboards started to creak, and as a door opened you whipped your head to your left, a tall and shadowed figure appearing.
"Ah, Kleine Biene, you're awake!" The thick German accented voice came, and you eased a little. "Konig?" You asked and a sound of agreement came.
Finally he stepped into the dim glow of the fireplace, and you saw him as he stood tall...almost menacingly. "Konig where...where am I?" You asked gently, walking towards him hesitantly.
"My cabin, Kleine Biene. I bought it years ago, a safehouse of sorts." He nodded, his face unreadable due to the mask. "Yes but how did I get here...the last thing I remember was being in my bed at my home." You stammer, confusion clouding your judgement.
Konig sighed and crossed his bulky arms over the large expanse of his chest. "Well I suppose I cannot keep it from you for so much longer, but I brought you here, Kleine Biene. To keep you safe from the outside world." He spoke, and fear struck your heart.
"W-what?" You laughed "No, Konig. That's not a funny joke." You laughed nervously again. Konig only stood there, silent. And that's when you realized he was completely serious.
"What? No Konig, no no, I-i have to get home. I'm fucking serious this is not funny Konig!" You gasped, backing up slightly. He held his hands out, his voice becoming stern. "No, you are to stay here. With me." He said, stalking towards you slowly.
And suddenly, you ran. You bolted to the door, barely making it a foot before Konigs arms wrapped around your waist and he lifted you, tossing over his shoulder with not even a grunt of exertion.
He clicked his tongue in disappointment, you could feel him shaking his head at you. "Böses Mädchen." He grunted, as you beat on his chest, not even making the large Austrian flinch.
Finally, he threw you down onto a huge bed, covered with fur blankets. "N-no!" You shrieked as Konig grabbed your wrists, securing them both with a zip tie to the wooden posts of his bedframe, and then moving to your feet.
As his face got closer to your foot, it jerked out, hitting him in the jaw. He grunted and pulled back, and you struggled against the restraints, praying somehow you could get free. He laughed simply, and held your legs down, quickly tying them to the bed.
"Now, now Kleine Biene. That is not way to treat someone is it?" He sighed, moving now to hover over you. His eyes bored into yours, and you whimpered in fear. You pleaded with him to let you go.
"Shhh, you're safe with me Kleine. I will never let anyone hurt you, promise." He said, his eyes smiling down at you. His hands trailed down your legs, and your legs shook.
You'd always been attracted to Konig, he had been your sweet, charming neighbor before this. You'd always saw him jogging shirtless in the early mornings, or doing housework in the evenings. And him in his military gear made you almost lose your mind with need. And now you had regretted not being more weary of him.
"Please Konig..let me go," you pleaded "I'll do anything!" He chuckled at your feeble plea "You will soon learn to love it here, with me. Maybe if you are good I can give you a...reward...yes?" He chuckled deeply, his fingers circling the inside of your thighs
"Don't worry, Kleine Biene, you are safe here....I promise."
In which the reader betrays task force 141 after Konig falls in love with her.
"Konig! Take the fucking shot—" Konig cringed at the malice in Ghost's voice over the coms, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't pull the trigger no matter how desperately he knew he should.
Not when the person he was supposed to shoot was you. His beloved Widow. His mind screamed at him to be angry with you - furious - but he only felt sorrow, a deep sadness in his chest. He looked at your pretty face through the scope of his rifle and tried, again, to shoot. He couldn't.
Your words rant through his ears now, the sweet words you'd mumbled to him after you two had been laying naked in bed, spent from your previous activities.
"I'd never leave you, Konig. I hope you know that, I'll always be with you." You'd muttered in his ear, leaving a small kiss to the shell of it.
He bit back tears now, tears of betrayal, and some of anger. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! SHOOT HER." Ghost yelled again, before the coms went silent.
Konig didn't notice, all he was focused on was watching you, the mean expression on your face, and the way Graves pat you on the back, applauding you of your betrayal to the task force. You'd spend a year collecting Intel from the task force and sending it over to Graves.
Even after this, Konig was still in love with you, he was so sure that he could make you see reason, make you turn yourself in and help the task force understand why you betrayed them.
"I can't, Ghost." Konig breathed shakily, waiting for a response but getting none. "Sir?" Konig asked again, moving his gaze from your face and to the side, his brows furrowing in confusion. Soon after, his head jerked to the side as he heard footsteps and the crunching of leaves nearby.
Konig stood, his hand on his pistol that was strapped to his large thigh. It happened fast, a voice, a man, shouted and at least four men came at Konig, guns and hand knives drawn as one pushed him down to the ground and clocked him on the side of his head with the handle of his gun.
Normally, Konig wouldn't be taken down so easily, but the men had gotten the upper hand, he was distracted.
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Konig grunted, shaking his head as he looked up, his mask was askew and he shook his head a couple times to attempt to rearrange it. He spotted Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Farah, and a few others tied to chairs or beams attached to the ceiling of what he was sure was a shed.
He was sure his breath stopped when he looked over and saw you, leaning against a beam Soap had been tied to. "Traitorous bitch." Ghost hissed, his eyes narrowed through his mask, and you rolled your eyes.
Konig stayed silent, before he hadn't told anyone at the base of your and his...relations, and he didn't plan to now. "I'm surprised," you spoke, walking over to Konig.
"I didn't think Graves's men would have taken you down, I was almost positive that you would have gotten away. Shame." You said, grabbing the fabric of Konig's sniper hood and yanking it closer to your face. Konig remained silent, his eyes now held rage, the sorrow from before was no longer there.
You scoffed, hearing the shed open and Graves walking in, two men flanking either side of him. "Widow, have fun with your old crew?" He said, his hands resting against his hips, almost sassily.
You grunted, you weren't particularly fond of him. His name often left a bad taste in your mouth. "Whatever Graves." You sigh, walking over to him. "I have to say I'm surprised we got so many of you in here." Graves almost laughed, taunting the task force.
"yeah, you got lucky that you had a traitor slag on your side." Ghost spat, you and Ghost had been close, but if he said sometimes he didn't get a bad feeling from you, he'd been lying. Safe to say his gut feeling about you had been right.
"Graves. Don't we have...other business?" You say, motioning with a jerk of your head out of the shed. He nods, before walking up to Price, smirking down at him. "I guess we were just one step ahead, huh Captain?" Graves laughed, before turning around, giving everyone one last glance and leaving the shed, along with you.
Konig almost weeped seeing you leave, he didn't want your betrayal to be real, but the longer he looked at you and took your demeanor in, he realized this was what you'd fully intended the entire time you'd been at the task force. With a slam of the shed doors, the others sighed, slumping against the back of whatever they were tied to, too tired to come up with an escape plan. Konig hang his head, thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't betrayed him, he was thankful his mask covered his face as tears rolled down his face.
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(A/N: and that's all you get for now ahahahahaahahah 😋)
warnings ; slightly nsfw? (Talk of a blowjob), fem!reader, AFAB reader, dominant!Simon, Sugar Daddy!Simon
Simon never had a problem with spending money though, especially on you. In fact, he have you his credit card every time you asked for something, if you needed your nails done, if you needed you hair done, or even if you simply wanted to buy something spontaneously.
Simon always knew you were spoiled, since the first date, ordering a lobster, the most expensive wine and an even more expensive dessert, did he even need to mention the dress, jewelery and heels you wore to your first date?
Now you had him wrapped around your finger, the finger with obviously a very expensive ring, and a very expensive manicured nail on it. He let you drag him around the mall, you two were currently in Victoria's secret, and your bag — the one Simon was holding — was clutched in his veined fist.
He was only slightly irritated, you'd spent more than $300 dollars altogether previously that day, you'd got at least 13 or 14 new outfits, some new toys, and candles.
He stood with his arms crossed, sighing and you brought up a new set of lingerie up to your body, showing him and giving him those puppy eyes full of plea. "Can I have this, Si?" You asked sweetly, his eyes drank you in.
"Now...lovie..." He sighed, he almost never told you no, so this was a slight shock to you. "Pleaseee! I'll give you a little something special later?" You smiled, already securing your victory. Simon's cock almost twitched in his pants "My choice?" He asked, to which you nodded. He stuffed the lingerie into your shopping bag, with the thought of the blowjob already in his head, he'd have to get you to put the set on whenever you got home.
"C'mon you spoiled girl. Enough shopping for one day." He said, putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you to the checkout. You pouted, but soon we're uplifted with the promise of food and sneaking a few perfumes and lotions into the shopping bag.
Warnings; mentions of SA, NSFW, fem!reader, vanilla!Simon, gentle!Simon
Then again, once in a while, probably not more than twice a week, if not less, he does want some intimacy. However he is VERY bad at showing it, so you usually have to take notes of his cues, like when he's massaging and grabbing at your hip.
I don't feel like Simon would never have sex w you bc of his SA, only that he has an incredibly low sex drive.
Or sometimes, he'll lazily let his hand rest on your ass or chest, and then usually you'll ask if it's ok if you two are intimate.
He can be kinky, but I really think (personally) that he is pretty vanilla, and if you even sniff around dub-con, non-con or cnc, he is automatically kicking you tf out. No questions asked.
He is very big on safe words, and consent, he will check in with you every so often, and so should you. He is very good at aftercare as well, he is giving massages, talking abt it, making sure he didn't do anything you don't like or weren't comfortable with as well.
But overall I think Simon is very respectful whenever you get intimate. And if you hate this, fuck you, there isn't anything wrong with consent or having a low seggs drive bc of trauma ☺️
Hello! Could you possibly write König and Ghost (separately) x a stoner reader who’s just faded 99% of the time? You can make it NSFW if you’d like! Please and thank uu! Have a nice day/night!!
Ahhh this is actually so cute to me!
(A/N sorry about not getting around to answering a lot of these this whole month has been very crazy for me but I am trying to answer them as soon as possible!!)
I'm going to do nsfw and sfw with both of these! And the reader is fem!
Simon "Ghost" Riley
SFW
- Simon smokes with you, his doctor prescribed him some for medical purposes, to help with his insomnia so he understands why you smoke!
- He thinks it's a fun way to bond with you, and you two have such deep conversations when you're both stoned as shit 💀
- Simon always orders pizza and takeout whenever you two start smoking, and he also has a snack drawer in your bedroom or near your smoke spot!
- speaking of smoke spot, at Simon's house he has a sun room he always drinks his tea or coffee in whenever he wakes up, or whenever he smokes, and he let you decorate the entire room however you wanted whenever he figured out how adamant you were about smoking!
- He is very caring with you whenever you're the only one smoking though, he coddles you and makes sure you're not paranoid or having a bad time! He's a sweetie.
NSFW
- It took a lot of convincing to do anything sexual with him while you're high, he just doesn't want something to happen without you being fully aware of it
- however, he absolutely loves it when you go down on him when you're stoned, apparently something about the weed makes your gag reflex disappear, and you can take him all the way down your throat
- whenever you're high, you also have a hard time understanding when he's sensitive or overstimulated, and you make him cum at least three times, and you leave him a mess.
- he's whining and moaning, gripping the sheets and stuttering pleas to stop, but he wants nothing more than you to keep overstimulating him
- you're also very good at aftercare with him, you let him share your blunt, and you both take a nice hot bath and after you cuddle in bed and watch your favorite show or movie while eating your delivery food
Konig
SFW
- Konig gets quite upset when he first finds out you smoke, but only because he never actually knew the benefits of it.
- all he knew was what his parents and teachers said about it, he thought you'd grow horns or get a mutation or something like that, but when you told him all the benefits, he was cool about it
- now Konig himself doesn't smoke, but he knows the signs of when you smoke, the smell, your demeanor and how clingy and sweet you are
- He also keeps snacks for you, in his backpack he has a designated pouch for chips and sweets when you get hungry, and an extra chilled water bottle in case you have a coughing fit!
- He also has an entire drawer dedicated to snacks for you, he has some comfy clothes for you in his dresser, some of your 'smoking gadgets' in his nightstand and whatever else you may need!
- you let Konig smoke once, and he coughed so hard you thought he was going to have a heart attack, so instead you bought some edibles for him to try, and he was into them, but only takes them when his anxiety is bad or when he's going to be around too many people.
(in my eyes, I don't think Konig could do anything sexual with you if you were high, but I will indulge your fantasies anyway 🙏🏻)
NSFW
- Konig is normally very rough with you during sex, because you do like it that way, but whenever you're stoned he's very gentle
- He doesn't go too hard unless you deliberately ask, and he definitely cums too fast, only because you're very...open when you're under the influence
- you admit to him how hot and sweet he is, and how his arms are just so veiny and big, and his eyes practically roll back into his head at the obscene squelching and moans that leave your lips
- you're not very vocal normally during sex, but when you're high, he's sure only porn actresses make the noises you make.
- Konig is an aftercare god, running you a bath and cooing to you how well you've done, and for the sake of it, hits a blunt once because he knows how badly you like to share with him.
