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[yrsdf]

18+ under the cut

where are the doom guy smuts?! i wanna be pounded by a gigantic demon slayer ??! that has the biceps of a monster.

what about mastercheif?? can i not be a small person fucked ruthlessly by a giant battle armored up man (even tho he’s considered short amongst his people) still GIVE LOVE TO THE OTHER HUNKY MEN THAT ARENT FROM COD PLLEEAAASSE

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im the one

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

aggressive/dark!mike sub!reader

TW ( slight choking )

not proofread

all consensual

it was your birthday, you decided that having a fun night with the girls at a nearby club was a great idea and when you ran it by mike he was more than happy about you going out. you weren't the best without mike around, because he knew your limits and how much of a lightweight you were, but without mike around you figured some fun would be fine, that was until you were sat at the bar, slurring a conversation with a guy, a guy that you thought was mike but was actually a complete stranger, your drunken state making your vision sloppy and somewhat blurred made it difficult to realize this was not mike, one of your girlfriends had contacted mike with a simple heads up that you'd need a ride home because of your state and with that he was there soon after, he walked through the front doors scanning for you as his eyes land on you, you were conversing with a dude, some stranger that definitely was not your taste because you loved Michael but your hazy drunken vision had you under the impression it was mike, he made his way to you. pushing through the crowd and earning a few salty glares in the process, in a swift motion he settled cash on the table for the bartender and scooped you up and over his shoulder earning a yelp and giggle from you, his hand placed itself on your butt covering your panties from any wandering eyes. as he sat you in the car you mumbled some absurd theories about the crazed prices of booze, he closed your car door and walked around to his own side, sitting in the car and shutting the door (both of you were buckled up) he settled his jacket over your tired form and murmured something lowly to you, it was evident he was not happy by any means with you, he said something along the lines of "i'll deal with you tomorrow, teach you how to be responsible, sound good to you pretty girl." he said with his hand cupping your jaw and turning your head toward his, your tired eyes making slight eye contact with him and you hummed with a nod 

You woke with a gasp as your hands dragged forward, but they couldn't, your eyes land above you noticing your hands were retained above you in cuffs and you choked out a moan your body squirming as you felt him, your legs were over his shoulders the feeling of his hands settled on your thighs with no pressure since you had been asleep (consensual) and his tongue was working figure eights on your clit, as your legs twitched at the feeling of his tongue licking up your juices relentlessly, his hands grasped your thighs and he held your legs against his shoulder with a bruising strength, you were uncontrollable, body squirming and an orgasm riling up in the pit of your stomach

“Please Mikey, feel s’good..”

His eyes looking up through a hooded gaze, his eyes cold yet lustful, you were close and he knew this, he knew every time you were close it was always a dead give away, you were extremely sensitive to everything he did so it wasn't very hard to coax a orgasm from your precious body, as you did that signature eye roll back with your mouth held agape he detached his lips, which had a unsatisfied gasp falling from your eyes.

“Such a sweet thing, look at you baby you're such a mess huh? Such a mess because of me isn't that right?”

You nodded with a whimper, the feeling of your high falling was definitely the worst feeling ever.

“Well dont worry, because im going to fuck you so hard, that youll make sure to be good and responsible for me next time your with friends.”

Before you could make a snarky remark he had your legs against his chest, your feet hanging on his shoulder as he pulled his boxers down and let himself spring free, in all honesty you were excited, you knew this was a punishment but you loved being punished, something about this time was different, the way he looked down at you and talked to you had you feeling so small. He ran his shaft through your folds, lubing himself up before sipping the tip in, earning a whine from you. You looked away from him as this sudden shyness crept up on you.

“Eyes on me.”

You didn't hear him at first, but you definitely complied when he shoved himself in all the way hitting your g spot almost instantly, your eyes looking at him instantly.

“There you go, keep those pretty eyes on me, i wanna see your face when i ruin you”

You nodded in response and he was quick to mark his word, you felt as his hips drew back and thrusted forward, continuing with a relentless pace, your eyes rolling back as the sound of skin smacking together was filling the room, your moans were weak and raspy from all the screaming you did at your party last night, you felt his hand snake down your lower half and across your chest eventually resting on your neck, his grip growing stronger as he took the air from your mouth, your eyes looking at him the best they could at least.

“There we go, look at you, such a fucking mess, such a fucking dirty mess..”

His voice low and rough as you nodded, his grip was looser but still there, his pace growing faster and deeper as you felt yourself drawing close, your walls clenching around him which was almost like a heads up that you were close, he kept his other hand on your leg so he could push it toward you a bit more, giving him access to your g spot, his pace was perfect, and hitting your g spot continuously, your head falling back as you came, your legs shaking body twitching and mouth hung open letting out nonexistent moans, his own mouth hung open as he let our soft moans his eyes shut as he stayed as deep as possible filling you up, just the way you liked it, he kissed your calf and smiled at you with tired eyes.

“Good job honey, such a good job..”

You knew really there was no punishment… really it was just almost like he needed to show you he would always be the one, be the one to show you a good time, the one to satisfy you. Maybe it was possessive behavior, but that was Michael, he always felt that deep need, that desire to make you feel as good as possible because when you felt good, he felt even better.

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just a heads up to the people claiming that Michael Schmidt is over sexualized or that people change his appearance to “fit their desires”

put into the perspective that first of all, human beings are built differently, we crave different things and want different things, so some people want smut more than fluff or angst, and that’s okay. Some people want more safe and non sexual things written and that is ok, because in the long run i bet you most writers would be more than happy to write a request you have that isn’t sexual.

and if your uncomfortable? do not degrade the author with your opinions, we write out of enjoyment, and we use our creative minds to stir up stories, or scenarios with the brief request we are handed, it’s a simple solution… click. off. of. the. post. it is that simple, do not demotivate a writer with your own opinions because not everyone agree with your eyesight, we understand the frustration which is why we have request boards, we have them so you can have the opportunity to have something written that makes you happy.

that’s the beauty of tumblr, if you don’t like something request something you do like, that’s what us writer want. we don’t want criticism on our writings we want more things to write about, it’s frustrating whenever someone will complain about what your not doing, or what you are doing wrong in their eyes. when we would much rather you explain what you want us to do so we can help you satisfy what you want.

always take into consideration that we are writing to fill your desires, so respect that, because we take time out of our days to please people’s requests.

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

mike schmidt definitely is a full giver and doesn't really care much on receiving, he soaks in your loud moans and often cums in his pants just due to the delicious taste of your pussy and the music to his ears thats released from your pretty mouth, but he will never ever turn down a nice handjob, however he doesn't really like blowjobs, he prefers having your mouth not sore and does anything to prevent pain unless you ask him beforehand, even then hes hesitant unless hes had a bad night.

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

dom!mike x babysitter/virgin!reader

warning! age gap (m 25 , r 19)

also in my stories he's 6'0 not 5'5 ;-)

NOT PROOFREAD

you'll thank me later

you knew by heart that mike was not to be messed with when he had one of those shifts, the shifts that had him coming home with the struggle of the keys outside the door, which had only frustrated him even more which then proceeded with the slam of the door behind him as he'd enter the house and the deep sigh he would let out as he stood there for a minute, usually he would be silent and you'd know the usual, you knew on the nights he was mad that you had to stay quiet just out of respect (and to avoid his glare), he would pay you in cash and you'd leave, but tonight was different.

It was one of his bad nights at the pizzeria , really... bad night, you had stayed over to watch abby as you usually did and tonight she had gone over to her bestfriends house for a birthday party/sleepover, it was pouring rain out you could hear the rain as it poured down onto the house, you sat on the couch warmed by a blanket and distracted by some stupid QVC that only came on at the late night hours, you were fascinated on the crazy prices on the rings the man was showcasing on the television.

"twelve thousand for a ring...that's a bit absurd."

you mumbled lowley at yourself, followed by a awkward giggle you for some reason needed to let out, maybe so you didn't feel so alone in the house, time went by and your pocked made a low "bzzzzz" noise followed by the feeling of its vibration in your pocket, you took the phone out and flipped it open reading the message mike had sent you

(I'll be home late, feel free to stay the night .)

you send back a simplistic thanks in response, mike didn't like you driving in the rain which you always thought was sweet of him, some nights you'll stay until morning just so you wouldn't have the dangers of tackling a wet road, and idiotic drivers, although his couch was definitely old, and hard to sleep on you took the offer, thankful for the gesture.

You stood up stretching, arching your back and twisting which rewarded you with a satisfying back pop which you definitely needed, and you waltzed down the hallway and into the bathroom so you could take a shower, just as you would every night either at his place or yours. Usually you had a bag with you in case you would stay at mikes but just like any irresponsible mistake you seem to make, leaving important things at home was your most famous mistake. but you shrugged your mistake off and walked into mikes room, you snagged a folded shirt from his open drawer that he probably left open in his tired rush to work.

you finished showering and stepped out, using a towel to dry yourself off and slipped the shorts you already had on previously, and then slipped his shirt on you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed the size of his shirt on you, you never really noticed the difference between you too, you wrapped your hair back up in the towel and left the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower followed behind you and you bumped into mike by accident, you must not have heard him come home and you looked up at him, he was definitely pissed, his gaze burning down at you, you felt small with the way he was looking down at you, as you slowly shut the bathroom door behind you his eyes were wandering, he noticed the size of his shirt on you, and how it hid your curves. your eyes met his again, you noticed he was giving you a look something primal something hungry in a sense and you tilted your head to the side in curiosity.

"Are you alright mikey?"

he took no time to respond, he had a hand on the side of your face and the other on the curve of your side. he guided you to the door your back pressing against it, he took advantage of this position, using the hand on your jaw he lifted your chin kissing you neck softly at first, you let out soft whimpers, he abruptly bit your neck, his fangs piercing you slightly causing you to jolt slightly, he licked where he bit to soothe it and continued on littering you neck in soft kisses, occasionally leaving hickies where he wanted them.

he lowered himself onto his knees and his dilated brown eyes connected with yours before he put his focus to your shorts, he took his time removing the clothing from your lower half, but he kept the shirt on you, he lowered your panties and let them fall to your feet where your shorts were, his kissed your knee first, moving his way up and attached his lips to the innards of your thigh, you let out a soft moan as you squirmed, his mouth sucking a harshly dark hickey onto your inner thigh, he detached his lips and looked back up at you

"i'm gonna take good care of you, i promise"

he said this followed with his signature grin, he attacked his lips to your clit, tongue moving in figure eights onto it, his hands gripping harshly into the back of your thighs to prevent you from moving, he soaked up all your juices, soaking himself in your scent, and taste. you squirmed and squealed, your moaning loud and uncontrolled... god were you happy abby wasn't home, your hands gripped his hair, you were grinding against his mouth and he knew you were growing close, he could tell by the way you were thrashing and mumbling unknown words, you gripped his hair roughly as you finished his tongue helped you through your high and he detached himself from you he looked up wiping his mouth.

"god...you taste amazing, can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

his hands now lifted you up and over his shoulder, he worked his way into the kitchen and sat you on the island. you watched as he got his wallet from his back pocket and flipped it open grabbing a condom from it, he sat the wallet on the counter beside you and he unbuckled his pants. his eyes now back on yours as he stepped between your opened legs.

"oh look at you... such a mess because of me, right pretty girl?"

you nodded in response as he let his pants fall to his ankles, he worked his boxers down and his size was definitely surprising. he noticed your mouth opened slightly and took this opportunity placing his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue, he worked his condom onto his shaft. the grip of his thumb in your mouth, and finger on your chin dragged your attention up to him, he was aware of you being a virgin.

"hey, hey.. eyes on me bunny, keep them right on me alright.?"

again you nodded, letting out a whimper as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, eventually sinking half of himself into you, satisfied by the gasp you let out as he entered you, he shoved the rest in as far as possible as he waited for you to be comfortable with him continuing.

"more...please"

you slurred out due to the thumb in your mouth, which he moved both hands placing one on the counter top beside you and the other wrapping around your underarms, which would brace you for his pace, he thrusted in you at a unbearable speed your moans loud and pornagraphic, your head fell back as you grew close already, his cock hitting your gspot in the perfect way which caused your second orgasm to drown you, your legs shook against his hips and your body jolted and trembled as he kept his pace steady giving you no time to adjust, you were dumb fucked, your body only upright because of the arm he had around you, you were drooling, eyes rolling back followed by your head struggling to stay upright, his teeth sunk into your neck as he grew close, you could hardly moan, silently letting out whimpers with your mouth hung wide open, his pace relentless and unbroken as the sound of skin smacking filled the once silent house, you were close to a third orgasm as he neared his first, his teeth dug into your shoulder drawing blood as the two of you came in sync, he let out a low growl against your skin as your body trembled and shook, his pace slowed as he removed his teeth from your shoulder, but he looked at you, noticing that you were asleep. he placed a soft kiss upon your cheek.

(plz comment ur thoughs)

[yrsdf]

ghost and a masochist girlfriend...?

((of course <3))

Mascoshist fem!reader w ghost

Ghost doesn't take teasing during work-related type things lightly at all, you hadnt known this until you found out the hard way, you were palming him under the table during a meeting that price called everyone from their rooms to, it was some goofy meeting about the most pointless things in the world, so you figured ghost was beside you, why not test the waters? You knew instantly you fucked up when he sent you a ice cold, “im gunna fuck you until you realize teasing is a no no” type look.

So here you were, bent over his desk in his office, as he pulled your pants below your waist. 

“This what ya wanted love..? To be bent over my desk takin’ me from behind, earnin’ yourself punishments..gettin’ off on pain? How pathetic.”

You let out a small whimper before that turnt into a yelp as his hand met the plump off your ass, the burning sensation was eased by his hand rubbing the redness softly, and then he smacked again making tears prickle your eyes, and another,another and one more before you were letting pretty little tears fall on his desk, if this were simon youd be cooed, and pittied but this wasnt simon, this was ghost, he rubbed your ass roughly pressing his thumb into your sensitive ass, he flipped you over so your back was against his desk, his dark eyes boring into you, digging themselves into your own eyes, you felt so small and so desperate at the same time, legs naturally spread for him, hair ruffled already and lips parted slightly, he closed the distance between your legs and instinctively your legs clamped around his hips, his hand caressed your chin as his thumb pressed against your mouth and he slowly pulled your bottom lip down before slipping his gloved thumb into your mouth 

“Such a pretty lil’ lass.. gunna take every inch of me, just like the good lil’ slut you are..”

His hands now worked on his belts, he was fully suited up so it took a second before his lower half was freed, you were sopping wet but he lined up his head with your entrance, before he glided his tip through your folds brushing your clit as you let out a whimper

“Please simon.. need you s’bad.. gunna be good from now on, jus please.”

He hummed as his eyes connected with your own, his tip was first to enter he was slow and steady when he stuffed you, he was a quarter of the way in.

“mm, too bad you had to act like you were the one in lead during that meeting darlin’..”

He thrusted his full length into you and held your hips with one hand to keep you still, you went to let out a screech of a moan but his gloved hand clamped down onto your mouth, he pounded into you at an unholy rate, you could feel him hitting your gspot, and he had no intentions on slowing down whatsoever, the clap of skin rang in his off as he let out almost unoticeable grunts, your eyes were rolled back into your skull.

“Look at you doll, your ass cock drunk f’ me..im gunna fill you up, n have you walk around with my cum leakin’ from ya..”

You nodded drunkly in his hand as you neared a climax already, he nodded back in approval as he slowed his pace, he could tell you were close, your legs already trembling your head falling back in defeat as he fucked you through your first high. Your brain going mushy as he said mumbled praises, his pace becoming sloppy, your second high close behind as he continued hitting your spot each and every single time, he moved his hand and placed it on the other side of your hip.

“There we go… s’ okay hun.. your okay i know.. Im right here, gunna make you feel s’good..”

Your eyes heavy as he finished with you, your second high more intense than the first, the sensation of him filling you and praising you was too much, before you fell back he held the back of your neck to keep you upright, he slowly laid you against his desk as he cleaned up the two of you.

Later on you had woken up in his lap as he did paperwork on his desk, your chest pressed to his and legs hung to his sides as you nuzzled against him, falling back asleep

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Hi! I don't see a masterlist so idk if you've done this before. Can you pls do König HCs? Can be fluff and/ smut. Thanks!!

((i just made a masterlist! thank you <3))

how  i see konig with a  - petite!fem

Always has a hand around you whether that be around your waist gripping ever so slightly, or pressed against the small of your back rubbing softly up and down when you guys are walking, sometimes he’ll have a hand planted on your ass, especially if he knows people are looking

He knows his presence scares away any male trying to make a move on you, for instance, you two went on a date for the first time in awhile since he had just gotten back from his long mission, it was a fancy date night, you wore a tight fitted red dress with a slit up to about upper thigh, and he wore your average black tux but with a balaclava on to mask his identity.

He went off to the restroom leaving you at your table, you sipped at your wine as a male approached you, making cocky remarks on how he wouldn't leave you like konig would, and after a few moments of the uncomfortable flirting konig stood behind the man, towering over him and you made eye contact with konig, which made the man turn around

The man was quick to apologize and walk away cowering in fear as konig sat down across from you. “so sorry engel…im here to protect you always..” he reached across the table and held your hand brushing his thumb over your knuckles and making it known he was here

When it came to the waiter ordering food he ordered what you wanted for you, he was aware you didn't prefer public speaking so he always took care of that.

Konig always made it known you were his, pictures littered his social media of his large hand wrapped around your jaw, waist, and neck and placed upon your thigh just to show everyone who saw it, who you belonged to

When going to bed he mumbles how your his and how he could never ever possibly lose you, he always took care of you, made sure you were safe and rarely out of sight, occasionally he peeks his head into the bathroom making sure you're okay in the shower.

whenever it snows konig makes sure you look like a burrito before going anywhere, he shovels a path just for you so your feet don't get freezing cold, he makes sure to immediately take you to starbucks or dunkin, ordering you your favorite hot drink so you can stay warm, he even keeps blankets in his car for when your cold.

In your closet in your shared apartment he only keeps hoodies in it because he lets you have the closest to yourself, he's aware how much space you like for your clothes so he keeps his clothing in a dresser, since his style is simplistic and he has a lot less clothing he found it pointless to store his clothes in there (he knows how much you LOVE his hoodies)

He pays for EVERY MEAL and refuses to have you pay for anything, you don't even need a job it wouldn't matter to him because he can and promises to always be there to take care of you because it's what you've always deserved

When he's not home and on missions he gets gifts delivered to your shared apartment CONSTANTLY flowers,chocolate,doordash, anything you like he makes sure it shows up on that doorstep with a little letter full of his sweet words, and sloppy handwriting that you can't help but love.

When it comes to sex he isn't submissive…ever he kills, he's a killing machine with a cold persona and a grueling background, and he sees you in the moment of heat as his toy, his plaything

Now granted he has his softness!dom moments, he will take care of you, he will give you release every time but not if you tell him to.

If you get demanding, or pushy he'll deny every orgasm until you are almost limp.

[yrsdf]

Masochist s/o w konig

Konig is a man of focus, a man of few words, one strong focused, killing machine, oh.. But you, you were his demise sending him lewd photos, and dirty messages while he wasn't in the field, now he didn't have his phone on him in the field, that would've been hazardous and maybe a distraction, but when he’d get back from his missions and wind down on his couch he would go through your filthy messages, wishing he could just punish that stupid grin he knew you were behind the screen, and he did, he changed that when he came home.

Heavy boots approaching your shared from door, keys struggling to unlock it and once it was finally open he looked around until your eyes locked, he never warned you he'd be home so soon, quite frankly you were clueless, you were bundled up in a soft blanket with a large t-shirt and some shorts on, not really a looker in most eyes, but in konigs you were exactly how he wanted you to look, he shut the door behind him locking it and tossing his keys in the bowl beside the door that held your own car keys, he was quick to lift you and flip you so your back faced his front, he sat on the couch he took you from and sat you between his legs as his gloved hands roamed your smaller frame.

“You must be so naughty all the time, hm…? Test my patience so often it makes me think you like when you get punished..”

You drunkenly nodded, high off of just some rubbing against your plush thighs, he was going to punish you…just not his usual way, he lifted your shirt off you and noticed you wore his favorite white lace bra, he let out a trembled sigh as his large hands roamed once again, he ran his hands on both sides feeling your ribs, your torso, hips and chest he loved how petite you were, so fragile and so easy for him to break.

“Do you remember the rules of the Kleines?”

You stayed silent drunk under his touch, mind rolling with his sweet words, his gentle hands and his masculine smell, the way his large chest with textured military gear pressed against your smaller back, was intoxicating, you were snapped from your trans when his hands clamped down on your torso and squoze, in a way that began to hurt which caused a yelp from your mouth.

“Say the rules, I know you know them Schlampe”

You nodded as you spoke in a whimper

“Don't look back unless told too..”

He hummed in approval as he rubbed the spots he squoze, he smiled under that mask of his as he hooked his fingers on the waistband of your pants shimmying them off, his smile turned into a devilish grin when he noticed you did indeed wear the matching set of lace.

“Look at my braves Mädchen… all prepared in such pretty undergarments, so precious..” 

You let out a soft whimper as he lifted you, your legs hooking over his making moving nearly impossible, his hand kneading your inner thigh as you let out a whimpered sigh, you were vulnerable completely to his pleasure and needs, his plaything.

“All those pretty pictures of you.. The teasing texts and promises… i am not one for liars hübsches Mädchen, let me show you what misbehavior when i'm working earns you.”

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KNIFE PLAY -  ROUGH SEX - NO CHILL FRFR BELOW BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE EE

You were a mess, his hand wrapped around your throat as you let out straggled whimpers, he carefully carved a K in your upper thigh, it broke skin but it wasn't deep at all, you were high off of every sexual drug ever, you could feel his member pressed against your back, and placed his knife to the side lifting his hand behind your hand and you heard the rustle of his hood and mask being lifted, his hand moved from your neck to your inner thigh and then to your core, his hand rubbed the outside you your panties giving you slight pleasure before you felt his lips connect to your neck, sucking and kissing hickies whenever he could get them, before you realized it he has moved your panties to the side and sunk 2 fingers in already, before your head could fall back he bit down on your neck and a screech of a moan fell from your mouth, he licked the bite mark and smirked

“eine so unheilige Sache..”

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He had already pulled 3 orgasms from you and you were practically limp against him, letting out hummed moans and weak whimpers before he lowered his mask and hood again, he flipped you and turnt your body so you were face to face, he took his thumb and wiped the drool from your chin.

“Such a messy girl… must be so worn out.. Schade Haustier, I'm not quite done with you.”

He unbuckled his pants and undid the belt, he zipped the zipper down and pulled his boxers down, his cock springing from its cage, he rustled in his pocket and pulled out a condom and he put it on (safety first you wannabe teen moms), his hands hooked on your bum and lifted you, his tip aligned with you and he slowly lowered you, he was big..huge even, it had been forever since you felt him fill you like this, you had your eyes squoze shut as he kept lowering you. And he came to a stop.

“Ah,ah…eyes on me mein Engel”

Your eyes fluttered up at him and with your innocent doe eyes burning into him he couldnt help but thrust up and you took every inch your head falling back and mouth falling agape, he held your hips and fucked you like you were his toy, he took a hand and roughly gripped your jaw, forcing eye contact.

“schmutzige kleine Schlampe, die von mir ausgefüllt wird..."

You whimpered in between you screaming moans, his pace unmatched and unbearable, you couldn't count what orgasm you were on you just knew it was way more than one.

[yrsdf]

Hellooo, i'm a bit ashamed about this haha

Could you do something about reader (gn or female) being like, the pet, toy, groupie or something like that of task force, they use them whenever, in front of the others, they share them, also reader being kind of biased to ghost and him being a little more possessive of them(he shares tho)

Sorry if it's a bit too much or confusing

-🍒

*finishing simon another day*

{LOVE THIS IDEA!!}

|NOT INCLUDED: gaz, alejandro|

You had agreed to a small game for a month only.. You were task 141’s toy and their toy only.. So pretty much if one of them wanted you wherever and whenever it was ok, you sat in the cafeteria and sat on a table in the corner, silence was usually your preference, soap sat beside you and your eyes were focused on your phone, watching some dumb video to pass time and is hand crept upon your thigh, gently rubbing and squeezing your plush thighs, even if they had cargo pants on them it was obvious they were soft and nice to squeeze, his hand trailed up your thigh and he kneaded the inner part of your thigh before his hand palmed you from the outside of your pants, you squeaked as your legs instinctively closed

“Ah..ah lass… keep em open for me, i know ye can do that.”

You nodded and went against that instinct keeping them opened his hand went up to the zipper of your pants slowly pulling the zipper down and dipping his hand into your pants and behind your underwear his ring and middle finger rubbing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves, you let out soft moans and whimpers trying your best not to draw attention, you weren't necessarily sexually active so you knew lasting long wasn't an option

“There ya go dolly… let it loose your doing so well love.”

His soft praises hit you in every right way as you came undone, a squeal was let past your lips as your body trembled down from its high, his fingers rubbing every inch of that high from you and his soft words were what brought you down to reality, he smiled softly and pecked your ear, cheek, and neck as he fixed your zipper and lifted you bridal style and walked back to your room in the barracks, he settled you down and you were fast asleep

Knocking was heard at your door and you weakly began to steer awake, you lifted yourself up and announced you'd be there in a minute, walking to your dresser you changed into some sleep shorts and a large tshirt, your tired your hair into a ponytail and sighed relieved to be freed from those suffocating cargo pants, you walked to your door and opened it looking up at price your head tilted curiously, before you knew it he hand lightly led you into your own room and shut the door behind the both of you, he lifted you up, legs wrapping around him instinctively as he led you guys to your small kitchen area, he sat you down on your counter and spoke

“Apologize dear.. Hard to sleep with such a fine lady in my mind.”

You smiled softly at him and cursed his cheeks pulling him into a sweet soft kiss, he pulled away from you and kissed your cheek, his rough calloused hand caressed your cheek, then placing his hands on the waistband of your pants

“Lift for me hun.”

You lifted and he pulled your pants off with relative ease, your body jolted when touching the cold surface and he kneaded your thighs as he was quick to push your underwear to the side, his finger slowly pushed into you and your head fell back softly as you released a soft sigh of pleasure.. Soon enough he had 3 fingers in, roughly pumping in and out of you as his free hand held your neck, just hard enough to keep you quiet, you wanted more… needed more

“pl..please cap.. need more s’good..”

He took his fingers from your desperate folds and the sound of his belt unclasping followed by the sound of pants hitting the ground had you soaking your counter, he shimmyed his boxers down and aligned his tip with your folds, he slowly pushed in and you let out a groan your hands gripping his shoulder most likely digging scars into them, his full length was now in and he was letting you adjust, each pulse from your aching pussy had him letting out grunts and unknown praises, he slowly started pumping himself into you, which then led him to roughly and sloppily pounding into you as if it was the last time he would ever get this opportunity, your moans were loud… and dangerous so he placed a hand on your mouth and his other on your thigh, gripping bruising holds into it, you were nearing a 4th orgasm.

“cmon doll..cmon let it go you fuckin slut..”

He bit down into your shoulder as he came, and you followed behind him your eyes welled with tears and your body shook, sweat and your own cum coated between your thighs as you huffed out quick breathes from the adrenaline, his kissed your cheek and your bite mark as he pulled out, he took his condom off and tossed it wandering into your bathroom and grabbing a wet rag, he came back to you and to his surprised you were fast asleep.

The next day yet another knock was heard and you just said

“Come in..”

Your voice hoarse from your moans and screeches of pleasure, your legs numb from all the pleasure and pain which you did not regret at all, to your surprise it was simon, he walked in and closed the door behind him, his eyes shot to you and he walked over

“You alright..? You missed training love.”

You weakly nodded and shifted your body to lay on its side facing him, he saw the teeth marks bruised in your skin and you swear flames shot out of those cold eyes.

“Bloody hell…what, who did this to you bunny? Was it fuckin price? That bloody wanker”

You giggled and sighed

“It's alright simon.. Trust me, i'm just worn out thats all.”

[yrsdf]

I know this isn’t really a canon interaction but imagine!! hear me out

Ghost x reader have been going at it all night. honestly keeping the rest of 141 up on more then one occasion. then konig teasing the reader about the sounds he heard coming from the bedroom

{i got ya}

It was a mistake giving a room for you and simon to share, when in ecstasy the smell of sex and a dizzy mind you forgot you had people in rooms beside you, I mean who were you to blame? Such a hunk of a boyfriend was something to scream about but that's how you felt until this afternoon, here sat you konig and soap chatting about bullshit until konig said.

“Who knew callsigns still applied in bed.”

Soap giggled which that giggle turnt into full on wheezing and crackling and your face grew red from head to toe and you punched konig in the shoulder and crossed your arms in embarrassment as he slowly chuckled too

“Well atleast i can get action…”

Soap silenced and his mouth fell into a “o” sign as konig went to make a point but just hung his head and sighed.

[yrsdf]

Hiiiii :3 can I get könig and ghost’s reactions to being called feminine nicknames (babygirl, princess, pretty girl, etc.)

{of course you can hun!}

Konig/Colonel



The first time you called him a pet name was actually in his apartment, you guys are brand new n a relationship at this point and you occasionally come over to visit the large man, you casually wrapped your arms around his torso from behind and softly say against him

"Love you, pretty boy.."

you felt his WHOLE BODY tense, and he began to squirm a little all giddy and such as he turnt around to wrap his arms around you and hoisted you up in his arms.

"What was that kleine Dame..? (little lady)"

He spent the rest of the night asking for more and more pet names, enjoying every single one you said until eventually you were in the brink of sleep in your bed, you knew he'd pester you about saying more tomorrow.



Ghost/LT



you were in combat training and he was testing your agility as you needed to work on your speed, to his surprise you made a quick move and he was now pinned beneath you, you would hold this with pride forever as you spoke out in a confident way

"look at how pretty you are beneath me.."

he grunted as he did a push up like move and hoisted you off him, you flung off him with a yelp as his face was red under that damn mask of his, his gaze turned away from you, flustered and thrown off.

"something wrong hun? you seem tense"

your boyfriend huffed and shook his head, he sat in a criss cross position as you sat on your knees in front of him with a wide guilted smile plastered on your face, he remained in avoided contact, such a brute of a man hated feeling smaller than you, but sometimes...it was ok.

[yrsdf]

monster!konig

(yes in my eyes his monster form is a werewolf/deer)

You are walking alone through the woods on a trail, the moonlight shining upon your feet. You are lost in your thoughts, the cool autumn air filling your lungs. You continue to walk, the path twisting gently past trees and streams of water.

Suddenly, you hear a low growl. You stop, your heart racing as you try to locate the sound. It comes from deeper in the woods, and is close. Before you can think about it further,He approaches you quickly, his footsteps heavy and determined. His many eyes glare down at you with cruel satisfaction. You try to back away but he is too fast. His hand grips your wrist tightly as he pulls you towards him, his heavy arms dragging your frail body effortlessly towards him. He brings his face close to yours and you can see his breath is heavy and full of animal rage. 

His eyes are like pits of darkness, and they seem to drink you in. Their gaze is not gentle or kind, but full of hunger and anger. It's as if he sees you as nothing more than a piece of meat. He raises his arms, lifting you higher into his grip, and then he begins to walk away. He is so much bigger and stronger than you, and he strides powerfully across the woods. Your heart is racing as you realize he means to take you away, somewhere hidden in the dark woods.

You struggle in his grip, his claws press ever so slightly into your calves. The struggle is futile. Konig's grip strengthens, tightening about you as he hears you. He gives a little growl, a low, threatening sound, and his teeth flash in the darkness. He walks deeper into the woods, ignoring your efforts to break free. He seems almost excited by your struggles, and there is a wicked light in his eyes as he continues forward towards the deep woods. It is almost as if he's relishing the terror you feel, as if it makes him powerful. There is no escape. You are powerless against him. He will have his prey.

 Konig reaches a clearing in the woods, the moonlight filling the space. You can see his den in the middle of the area and his eyes are now glowing dimly, giving him just enough light to see. He walks slowly, his grip almost gentle. He seems to be thinking deeply as he drags you towards the den, and you can almost feel the violence and rage simmering inside his mind. You struggle in his grasp, desperate to get away. You know that if he takes you into the den you may never be seen again.

Konig doesn't seem to care about your struggles and drags you into the den anyway. The thick walls of the den are dark and oppressive, with the forest's canopy blocking any moonlight from reaching the inside. In the dim light, you can see Konig's eyes stare down at you, glowing bright and eerie. He raises a huge hand high above himself, and you close your eyes expecting to feel his claws rip into your skin again. But instead, you feel a rough material being wrapped around you, like a blanket. He then picks you up as if you weigh nothing at all.

His eyes look down at you, piercing and intense. It's almost like he is looking directly into your soul. You stare back at him, trying to read the meaning behind his cold and unforgiving gaze, but your efforts come to nothing. There's nothing there, nothing but a hunger to possess you. You keep trying to struggle, but his arms tighten around you, and his grip crushes against your body. You wince in pain from the pressure. Even as you begin to scream, he does not release. In attempted self defense you swing your arm around, trying to get yourself free. Your hand catches his face and he grunts in surprise. In response, he raises his head and snaps his jaws shut on your wrist. The feeling of his teeth biting into your flesh sends a shock through your body. A flash of pain and then numbness as your body tries to understand what just happened. A low growl comes from Konig's throat, and you can feel the hot breath on your skin.You struggle against him, trying to get away, but Konig holds you fast. His teeth sink into your skin again and a sudden wave of pain washes over you. You try to scream, but the pain is so great that you're unable even to speak. The last thing you remember is the feeling of Konig's breath hot against your cheek before you fade into unconsciousness.

You wake up, your body sore and aching. You feel weak, your head reeling with a dull pain. You try to sit up, but your body is numb and doesn't seem to be working correctly. You look around you, trying to make sense of your surroundings, and you realize you are in a dark, cold room. It is bare, without furniture or any signs of life. You feel cold, the air around you is chill and damp. Your heart skips a beat as a wave of fear washes over you, and you struggle to remember what happened. You wake with a start, your head spinning. You sit up and look around, trying to make sense of where you are. At first you can't recall what happened, but as your memories of the last night come flooding back to you, you let out a gasp. You look around, your heart racing. It's dark and quiet, and you can't see much beyond what's right in front of you. You slowly get to your feet and take a step forward, but you wince as your weight bears down on the hand that Konig had bitten.

As you lift your arm to look at it, you can see the angry red lines that mark the edge of Konig's sharp fangs. The pain is almost gone, but the marks they left behind are a reminder of what he did. You slowly move around the den, trying to get a feel for the place. It's so dark that it's hard to make out much in the shadows, but as your eyes adjust you see a large pile of soft leaves and fur in one corner. There is also a smell, something like wet animal fur and dirt, and it makes you wrinkle your nose. You look down at your hand, your mind reeling from all of the events of the night. The pain is still there, and it makes you grimace as you touch your wound. But it's the fear that's still burning inside of you that scares you most. You try to make sense of what happened, but it's all a jumbled mess. All you can remember is the fear, the pain, and Konig's hungry eyes staring at you. You can never forget those eyes. You move to stand up, but you wince in pain. Your hand is still injured. The bite wound has scabbed over, but it's still raw and tender. You hold it gently, trying to ease the pain as you look around the den. It's dark and quiet, a large space that seems to stretch into endlessness. There is a faint smell of blood in the air, and you can see the stain of your blood on the floor. The bite wound throbs in pain, reminding you of your struggle with Konig the night before. You slowly move towards the doorway,You step out of the den, blinking in the early morning light. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to the light, and when they finally do you see an expansive forest stretching out before you. The trees bend and sway in an unfamiliar breeze, their branches rustling softly together.

You take a deep breath of the fresh air, the smell of the woods a welcome contrast to the stale air of Konig's den. You feel an intense relief as you step further into the forest, away from the den and Konig.You leave the den behind and walk into the woods, trying to find a way home. The path is overgrown and the ground is wet with dew, making each step more difficult than the last.

The sun rises higher in the sky, casting the forest in a golden light. The peace and quiet of the woods is almost calming, and you begin to relax as you step deeper and deeper into them.

After a while, you begin to notice that you are lost. The woods seem unfamiliar, and there is no sign of any path leading back to the road.You suddenly hear a sound in the woods around you, and you freeze in place. The crunching of leaves tells you that there's someone nearby.

You remain still and quiet, listening for any more sounds. The crunching noise gets louder as the person moves closer, and you brace yourself for what might happen next.

A figure appears between the trees, and you can see that it's a man dressed in hunting clothes. He carries a rifle in his hands, and he seems to be searching for something.

When he sees you, his eyes go wide and he freezes in surprise.The man approaches you slowly, his face filled with concern. When he speaks, his voice is low and serious.

"What happened to you?" he asks, gesturing towards your wounded hand. "Are you okay?"

You look at him, your heart pounding with relief. It's like seeing an angel in this dark and scary forest. You nod your head, unable to speak, and his face softens.

"Can you walk?" he asks, offering his hand to help you. "We need to get out of here, this isn't safe."

The man helps you to your feet and leads you out of the woods. He seems strong and reassuring, making you feel safe. He leads you back to his truck, where it sits parked amongst the trees. He opens the door for you, and you climb into the passenger seat. You're glad to be out of the woods, and you look out the window as the truck drives down the road. You feel safer in this man's presence, and you begin to relax as the trees and woods slowly disappear from sight.

[yrsdf]

hello sweet pie! I know you probably hear that all the time but I luvvvv your fics and writing in general, I’m pretty shy but YES ILY

May I request a ghost or koni x fem reader who’s currently studying for a college exam, she’s all anxious and worried and they comfort and reassure her? they’re all grown big men who work already so I’d melt if they looked at me and want like “awww baby don’t worry It’ll go just fine”

ONLY IF U DONT FIND THE IDEA BORING OFC! have a wonderful day, smooochhh :)<3

(love this one)

konigxfem!reader

It's nearing the end of the day and you are home studying.You’ve been having difficulty concentrating and the more you try to force yourself to study the more frustrated and anxious you get. you are having so much trouble that you cup your face in your hands and actually begin to cry, sobbing while you sit frozen with your eyes glued to the page you're supposed to be memorizing. Suddenly a knock is heard at your door. You rise from your desk and open the door to see your boyfriend looking at you.

He is taken aback by the tears you're shedding. It breaks him a little to see such a beautiful person so broken. 

"Come here." 

He opens his large arms to embrace you before you can speak. His voice is soft, soothing. Almost hypnotic. 

"You need to let it out, love. Then you'll feel better."

He takes a deep, calming breath.

"I promise."

Konig holds you in his arms and gently rocks you, the way a parent might soothe a weeping child.

"Shh, it's okay. I understand you love. School, work, relationships, I know it's hard. Just stop thinking about it all and concentrate on your breathing for me. "

He holds you close, his embrace warm. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. Konig then starts to remove his mask. When he finishes, he gently tips his head so that his eyes are now staring directly down into yours.

His eyes are warm and gentle,blue and beautiful, and they drink you in as you stare deep into them. You hear his breath become shallow, his heart beat picks up just the slightest bit, and you feel like you are falling into his gaze.

Konig stares for a moment and then smiles, and his voice comes again, softer, slower. 

"Let's sit in the living room, love."

“but..for my exam i need to study konig..”

you try to protest, and he shakes his head. He sees the weakness of your body from already forcing yourself to study enough, you're too stressed and anxious to think or learn. A gentle whisper falls from his lips. His voice is soft like silk and seems to cut through everything else. It's almost like it's entering your mind, bypassing your thoughts and going directly to the place where all emotions are stored.

Konig smiles, and his presence seems to fill every corner of the room. 

"Don't worry, I've got you. You can't think clearly, or remember any of those facts right now. You need time to relax, then you can return to your studying."

He strokes your hair gently with his hand and continues to whisper softly to you. 

"Sleep now love. I'll be right here when you're ready for me."

As you listen to his voice, and feel his hand running softly through your hair, you feel a feeling of utter peace and safety creep over you and your mind becomes calm like the surface of a still lake. In your head you hear a small voice, it's his, saying, 

"I'll keep you safe. You can rest now."

[yrsdf]

{AGE GAP: simon!30-40- reader!20 MDNI}

|tags: innocent!reader, dominant!simon|

BEGINNING SUMMARY

you came back home from college for the summer, you walk in the door to see your parents sitting at the dinner table with a man, he was wearing a balaclava with a skull attached to it, you noticed his broad appearance, the tattoos on his forearms and his thick british accent, his back faced you and your father called you over.

“Honey bun!! Oh welcome home sweetie!”

Your mother stood walking up to you, she engulfed you in a hug and you nearly melted, the scent of your home comforted your senses and you hugged her back, your items dropped to your side, you only had two bags, you were never a HUGE packer.

“God mom… you have no idea how amazing it is to be back, i mean it”

She sighed and nodded, she backed up and rubbed your arm in a comforting manner, you didn't even realize your dad had followed her and he opened his arms, his bear hugs were the ones you loved the most, he squoze you with brute strength making you giggle.

“Ohhh look at my ladybug! You're so grown up.”

He let go and you noticed the skull man's eyes boring into you he stood walking up to you three, he stood his height was towering, your father laughed

“Oh yea! Sorry hun, that's simon.. Me and your mum are leaving town for a bit for a small getaway, he offered to watch the house!”

You raised an eyebrow

“Dad.? I'm 20…? I can definitely watch the house on my own.”

Before you could continue to protest simons overbearing figure reached a handout to you and offered a handshake, even though that intimidating demeanor he held, you took his hand, his calloused rough hands tickled your hand making you shiver, he shook it softly before letting go of your hand.

“I know I know.. But you're still my little girl, I'd be a bad dad if I didn't make sure you were safe! The cars are already packed and we just want you to know we are a call away.”

They said their bye and gave hugs and kisses, before slipping out of the door and shutting it, you turnt to look at simon his eyes were cold and dark, but not in a mean or hateful way, more of in a flat expression type of way he speaks, tone deep and rough his accent rolls nicely off his tongue.

“Well, i suppose i didn't quite introduce myself..Im simon as your father said, since im the one in charge ill set some ground rules, no staying out late be home by 9:00, make sure i know when any friends come over, and lastly, be in bed by 10:00…”

Your mouth fell wide open in shock, so yea you assumed  he would be maybe a little laid back or cool but definitely not, you scoffed and rolled your eyes before grabbing your bags storming up the stairs and into your room slamming your door, he didn't necessarily care if you were upset by his ground rules, simply he sat on the couch in your living room propping is feet up on your coffee table and watched tv.

{a few days pass}

It was about 4 am, simon was dead asleep on the couch downstairs and you snuck your boyfriend into your room, he fell on the floor and you shushed him giggling, your boyfriend kissed you, and pushed you onto the bed and he sloppily made way with you, he struggled undressing you and himself, he was in his boxers, and you were in your bra and panties, you heard simons boots from downstairs and you hurried your boyfriend into the closet before quickly throwing on an oversized shirt, the door swung open and you were standing there awkwardly, he knew something was up.

“Heard some stuff knockin around up here…”

 his eyes looked at the close on the floor and you internally face palmed, then to your surprise he began searching your room, he stopped at the closet, and he opened it your boyfriend looked terrified.simon grabbed the boy by his shoulder and pulled him out of the closet throwing him to the floor

“Now what the hell did I tell you?”

His voice was raised and demanding as his eyes dug into your soul, you mouth dry and speechless as he looked now to your sobbing boyfriend you scoffed

“Seriously Anthony…? Seriously, you're crying.”

You said with a aggravated tone simon laughed ever so slightly

“Y’know love, if you wanted a good time you could have picked anything other than this slag…”

He looked at the boy

“Now leave this fucking house you twat”

The boy scrammed running out, leaving his clothes and dignity behind and Simon looked at you, you looked at him and you looked disappointed in yourself and he sighed walking up to you, he caressed your chin and had you look up at him.

“Has he ever pleased you love..?”

You shook your head no, and you kept eye contact with him, he nodded leading you to your bed, he had you sit on it as he crouched in front of you.

“Then how bout you let me take care of you hm..?”

You thought about it, and soon you nodded once again, he lifted your legs to hang over his shoulders, he lifted his mask above his mouth and kept your legs parted with his hands that were now gripping the plush of your thighs, his breath fanned on your sensitive clit before he began to eat you alive, Your fingers are tangling in his hair, pulling and tugging at the roots until he lets out a low groan.at this exact moment nothing more matters to him than to have you cumming all over his tongue over and over, sweet juices coating every inch of his mouth until it’s all he can taste

His movements continue on for a few more minutes.

“simon..,” 

you whimper, and your core tightens as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. 

“C-Can’t take much more… Gonna—fuck—gonna cum”

simon's hips buck against the mattress to their own will, and his eyes pierce through your skull as he chases the stimulation against his neglected cock. He's desperate, starving, driven with the need to hear you cry out his name until your voice becomes hoarse. He can’t stop, not now, not when your thighs are shaking around his head and his tongue is swirling around your clit. his dick aches and leaks, he thinks he might be close to, he is sure of it when he throbs in his boxers at the sound of your whimpers.

Your juices are coating his tongue with the sweetest taste and his ears are ringing with your pleas, but he isn't even satisfied yet.

“Hmmm love…?” he mutters against your cunt, his lips ghosting over your throbbing clit and tongue flicking against it. “You want more?”

He buries his face between your legs, feels your body convulse and your mouth let out soft whimpers.he can hear a low rumble in the back of his skull and feels a fire ignite in his guts and his teeth are nipping at your thigh and his mouth his slick with your juices, tears streaming down your face .

“That's it, doll..,” 

he coos down at you, his tongue running laps around your sore clip until you're seeing stars burst behind your eyes.

 “Show me how good I make you feel. Go on, keep crying, you dirty slut…, let me see your tears”

You came undone on his tongue, your body jolting and convulsing with each stroke of his tongue, he bit into your thigh leaving a bruising tooth mark as he kissed it, he had to leave his mark somehow? He leaned his head against your inner thigh and admired how peaceful our sleeping body was, proud of how he was the one that caused this.

[yrsdf]

i LOOVEEEE jealousy fic. But it's almost always ghost being jealous seeing reader with another guy, and never the other way. Can you make a fic where Ghost purposefully trying to make the reader jealous because they are in a fight🤩🤩🤩

(you and simon had fought over some BS at base)

you follow simon and before you enter the break room you see him, he’s flirting with a private a newer girl to the base and your heart sinks, he’s sitting across from the girl obviously making her blush and even if it’s all out of jealousy you can’t help but stand there upset, he put a hand on her knee and whispered to her, he stood and took her hand leading the two out of the room, it was all apart of his shitty plan

you tense up, every single hair on your body stood as you somewhat stumbled back, you were appalled, surprised to say the least that over such a small disagreement he would do that, you walked into the break room that was now empty, you turnt on the coffee pot and leaned your back against the counter, your mind ran miles

later they enter the break room AGAIN taking a seat together,He jokes around with the rookie girl,he smiles and laughs more with the new girl, as if making you jealous is a game of some kind

he peers over to you and the coffee pot beeps, showing it was ready, he notices you wipe beneath your eyes, you were crying, he went too far… before he could stop you, you left the break room and walked down the halls of the base until you made it to the a storage closet, you locked yourself in it leaning against the door, you slid down it and pressed your knees against your chest, crying against your knees

he looks over and his eyes drop, his heart shatters and he shakes his head

“i’ve taken it too far… sorry love, not interested not necessarily sorry either..”

he sighs following you, he hears your soft cries, the ones he hated oh so much… you hear him lightly knock against the door

“lovey.. s,me. open the door for me won’t you?”

you just sniffled and hesitated before opening the door, he came in and shut the door, he crouched in front of you his hand gently caressing your cheek before he chuckled

“all those times you’ve made me jealous love… I guess maybe we should stop doing this to one another, hm..?”

you laughed lightly and nodded

“m,sorry si..”

he nodded and rubbed your cheek 

“it’s alright doll… promise”

[yrsdf]

make one about like stalker konig

(yandere, stalker konig)

You  begin preparing for closing, working in a pet store was always a blessing and a curse for you, sure the animals were a huge bonus but the cleaning was the worst part so you started by grabbing a broom and dustpan and sweep the floor, making sure no crumbs are leftover from the dog and cat food. Slowly you fill up the animal bowls and check if there's enough food and water. While you're there, you check up on the animals, making sure they are all healthy and none are in immediate need of care.

With one last glance around the store, and after turning off all the lights, you turn off the neon 'Open' sign hanging above the door. You pick up the work backpack from the counter throwing it over your shoulders and heads out the door, into the rain and darkness.

you put your earbuds in, playing the calming music playlist you made a while back Ryd by Steve Lacy lowly hummed through your ears,  music was a large part of you and usually helps to calm your nerves as you walk home.

you hold the bag strap and set your phone in the pocket on your jeans, keeping your eyes trained on the dark streets ahead. You feel your heart beating fast and are grateful to finally have some music to break the silence.

You start to walk, hoping nothing will go wrong, but you can feel the tension in the air. you can't shake the feeling that something is following you, watching your every move.

you take one more glance as you turn around, and see nothing. It was probably just your imagination, you think, but the feeling of someone watching you makes your skin crawl. you shake your head and keep walking, hoping that everything will be alright tonight.

Konig moves as quickly as he can, keeping pace with you. He manages to make it to your house before you can close the door,he grabs the door knob, keeping it from shutting.

He holds the door open with one hand, and with the other, he places his hand on your shoulder, he pushes you inside the house and shuts your door behind him....you're trapped in your own house.

"You shouldn't be out at this late at night Mein Schatz"

Your eyes widen, your fear strikes your throat making your responses impossible, you can't ask who he is, or what he wants, you're defenseless and vulnerable.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to say something?" 

he asks, 

"Or are you just scared?"

"Don't worry, it'll all be alright. I'm here. And soon, I'll make everything all better."

You are frozen in place, and you don't know what to do next. You don't know if you should scream, or run, or call for help, but you just stand there, frozen with fear.You look into his eyes, looking for some sort of kindness, but there is only a hollow darkness filled with disdain and hatred.His hand touches your cheek caressing it, and you feel the warmth of his touch on your skin, but it only makes you even more terrified.

Your mouth is dry. You try to swallow at his touch, but he just keeps his hand on your shoulder. You can feel the warmth of his skin under his hand.Your heart continues to pound in your ears, and your palms feel damp. You don't want to stay here, but he won't let you go. He's much bigger and stronger than you.You don't know what he wants from you, but you know you don't want him to touch you. And yet, he does.

You try to pull your wrist away, but you can't. Konig's grip is tight, and he holds your arm firmly against your body.

"Relax,"

 he tells you, and his voice is cold at first, but it soon melts into a calm, soothing tone. 

"I'll make sure that you have what you need."

With his other hand, he rests it gently on your shoulder as he tries to calm you down.

"Relax, and breathe."

You start to struggle, your hands grasping for anything to push him away, but his weight is too much to move. He presses his body into you, and you feel trapped.

His face lights up and he pulls you closer, holding you in place. He pushes his face into your neck, he takes in your scent, and he smiles.

"You do feel tense," 

he says, and the corner of his mouth turns into a smirk. 

"Are you scared my dear?" 

You continue your struggling, and Konig's grip tightens as he pins your hands above you and against the door. He holds you close, his face inches away, and you hear his breath.

"Calm down," 

he says, as his other hand gently strokes your back. His eyes are wide open, but they are filled with disdain. Not a drop of kindness or compassion is written on Konig's face, and you can feel the cold in his touch.

"You just need to relax," his eyes narrow, "and do as I say. Do you understand?"

Konig's grip tightens as you don't answer him. He grabs your cheeks and turns you to face him.

"Answer me. Do you understand?" 

He demands, and a coldness fills his eyes as he glares at you. He leans in a little closer, so that his body is only inches away.You look up into his eyes, and they are cold and filled with disdain.

"Do you understand?" 

he asks once more, his grip on your cheeks is tight, and it hurts.You nod yes, and he relaxes his grip, but does not let go. He stares into your eyes for a while, and then looks around the room, before his gaze comes back to you.

His eyes flash across the room, glancing at the couch. He notices a couple of chairs, and a small dining table to the bar across the room. He walks from the door releasing you and walks to the bar in your house, his attention easily left you and that surprises you.You try to calm yourself down, but every sound makes your adrenaline spike.He grabs two glasses and puts them on the dining table. 

"What would you like?" he asks, "Wine, beer, scotch?"

 he asks, gesturing at the bar to your left. His eyes are on you, and he waits for your response, he offered you alcohol from your own house? It made your brows furrow.Konig stares at you with a blank expression, as if he was waiting for you to refuse his offer. He lets out a breath, and turns to fill a glass with some Scotch. He pours himself a glass and one for you, and he looks back at you from over his shoulder. tilting his head. His eyes are still cold and disdainful but the small corner of his lip turns up in a half smile, which feels worse than the disdain you felt a moment earlier, your hand settled on the doorknob behind your back and as you turnt it slightly he heard the…click come from the door and you went cold.He turns and his face instantly shifts into an enraged expression. 

"What are you doing?"

 His voice is cold and angry, and his fingers wrap tightly around the scotch glass. He holds the glass still as his eyes bore into you. His fingers dig into the glass, and you fear he might shatter it or throw it at you. You still turn the doorknob, and it clicks again.You start to open the door, and Konig's face darkens. You see anger flash across his face, and his fist lands on the table. 

"You can't go now," he barks at you, "we are only just getting started."

His hands grip the table, and you wonder for a moment if he's going to put his fist through it.His face goes blank, and his mouth sets into a tight line.You swing the door open and run down the stairs. While you run, you can hear him chasing you, but you're too afraid to turn and look. You can hear his footsteps behind you, getting closer.You look for any place to hide, and you see an alley ahead. You dive into it, and you turn and hide around a corner. Your heart is pounding, and you're desperately trying to stay quiet.You hear Konig run past, his heavy military boots hitting the sidewalk as he runs by.You hear Konig shout down the street, but you can't quite make out what he's saying. But you can't stay in the open either, so you rush to hide down the ally.The sounds of his boots hitting the pavement gets softer, and eventually, you can no longer hear them, and you let out a sigh of relief....

[yrsdf]

The cold wind cuts across his face. His vision is blurred from the condensation that forms over his breath. He pulls the scarf tighter around his neck and adjusts the goggles on his head that lay above his mask. He squints at the dark, snowy landscape and begins walking towards his girlfriend, eyes focused on the ground for any landmines or traps that might have been left by the enemy. His left hand is holding the radio antenna, listening for any messages from the other squads, while the right pulls up his sleeve revealing the wristwatch that’s been strapped around it for the last month. He isn’t paying attention and you trail off ahead of him walking beside an abandoned house, your gun in hand as a loud boom is heard, his eyes look forward and all he sees is a large thick cloud of smoke, and his girlfriend not in sight.

Konig makes it to the house, and the smell of smoke and destruction fills his nostrils and burns his throat.

"Damn it, where are you?" 

He coughs, and his vision still hasn't fully corrected itself, making it even harder to make a clear path toward his goal.

Frustration and fear begin to build as his hands grasp at anything, desperately searching.

he hears her, the sound of gasping and small sobbing

Konig scrambles toward the sound. He pushes the door open, and staggers as he pushes his way through the debris littering the floor. The smoke forces him to double over, and he coughs and wipes away tears from his eyes.

As his vision starts to return, he reaches his hand out blindly, and finally comes in contact with her. 

"___! I'm here."

He falls to his knees beside her, gently feeling her face, then moving to her side, searching for more wounds or anything to stem the blood. 

"my love… darling!?"

Konig takes her hand and whispers to her. His vision is still hazy and his ears ring with the sound of the explosion, and tears well in his eyes. The smoke makes it hard to breathe and his vision becomes blurred as he tries to clear away the tears.

He leans close to her, gently touching her cheeks and the sides of her face.

 "___, you can't leave me,"

 he says, his voice wavering.

she can’t really make out his face, she shakily places a bloody hand on his face, gently rubbing his cheek until her arms begin to go weak, her hand falls limp against his leg, her gasps turn into smaller shallower breathing

Her hand is cold and frail against his warm face, and tears stream down his cheeks.

Konig holds her close, wrapping his arms about her as she lies in his lap.

 "Please, _____. Please hold on,"

 he pleads.

He buries his face between his arms, and weeps. 

"This can't be happening."

 A feeling of despair and emptiness fills his chest. 

"Please."

she leans her head against his shoulder as her breathing comes to an end, her small body limp against his, her heart beat slow and almost gone

"No..No,No,NoNoNo.."

 he slurs as his voice breaks.

 "Please, ____."

Konig holds her close, and for a moment closes his eyes. His hands gently cup her head, and he kisses her hair. 

"What am I going to do without you, ___?"

 he whispers. 

"How will I live with myself for not keeping you safe? What was I supposed to do?" 

His voice wavers, and he trembles.

___________________

back to the base

As Konig returns to base, he passes by the lifeless bodies of his fellow soldiers, the sight causing him to stumble.

Once he gets inside, he collapses to the floor as exhaustion and anguish wash over him. A sudden sense of guilt consumes him, and he presses his hands into his temples and presses hard in an effort to hold back an explosion of tears within him.

He lays there for a long time, feeling each breath like a burning sensation in his lungs. 

"It's not fair-,"

 he says, and his voice breaks as he buries his head into his knees.

___________

years pass

The years have changed everything. Konig once saw himself as a boy scout, a well-mannered, level-headed, and calm individual. But now he feels a great emptiness where his heart used to be. Instead, it was replaced with a cold, calculating attitude where he views all others as either useful or worthless.

He is filled with a constant anger, and a desire for vengeance, for redemption. He sees all those around him as weak and soft and he despises their apathy. He pushes himself harder than ever before, in combat training, in his career, in everything.

Konig lies in his bed, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. He can feel a warmth against him as if someone is lying with him, and he smiles. 

-___? Is that you?-

he thinks, and turns over to search for her.