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An idea popped up.

I keep getting inboxes like these. It's a spam bot with the same name over and over (3rd time I've gotten this same message) . Make sure to keep an eye out for scams.

Me: *proud I wrote and posted something tonight.*

Me: *reading other people's works and seeing how detailed and in-depth their fics go.*

Me: *throwing my phone across the room*

A Fly on the Wall (FemReader x Ghoap.)

Warnings: masturbation, thoughts of fucking, perverted deep thinking (me everyday probably) Ghoap x reader. Mentions of fucking. Established relationship (Simon x Johnny) some voyeurism mentioned? Getting caught kink

A pervy-ous situation wink wink. But for real tho I feel like I used their names too much to make sure everyone knows who's who. And in such a comfortable setting I feel they would use their normal names/nicknames for each other. I used Ghost once but you guys will tell when and why.

Enjoy, bone apple teeth-

What else could Johnny say except he didn't expect to find you humping your pillow. On a camera he set up. In his own room...

Earlier.

You came over to Johnny and Simon's house for the night so that the three of you could carpool tomorrow night to meet with Price and Gaz. And it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to sleep over. Johnny and Simon loved having you around. You helped clean, you cooked amazing food, and even helped to settle arguments between the couple. Or sometimes you'd start them, always a friendly bickering though.

And weeks ago, Johnny had set up a camera in his and Simon's room. Mind you that this was weeks before anyone planned on meeting up or carpooling. He just wanted to try to catch the sleep talking that Simon says he does.

"Can't understand a word you say." Simon had told him. "N' I thought I had gotten pretty good at makin sense of you talking everyday." And he let out a single chuckle before sipping his tea. He was so proud of his little joke, Johnny thought as he rolled his eyes.

So Johnny had hoped that he could catch what his dreaming self had said. And there was one instance that he did mumble something incoherent. But, the Scottish man did have a grand time rewatching him and Simon fuck. All the feed on the computer for both him and Si to comment and point at. As if watching a YouTube video.

Another week passed and he forgot about the camera. Not entirely but with planning a meet up and a sleep over, the camera thing was pushed to the back of his mind.

Then you came over to sleep. Normally you would be sleeping in the guest bedroom, but there were boxes on the bed and in the room. That was entirely Johnny's fault, and he took blame. When you had offered to take the couch, Simon scoffed.

"Absolutely not. Since this bloke forgot to clean out the room, he can get the couch. You take our bed for the night."

"And where will you sleep?" Johnny smirked.

Ghost stared him straight in the eye. "On you. Since you forgot to clean out the spare room." And Johnny didn't know if he should be scared or turned on...

So you went to their room, and he remembered you mentioned taking the pillow from the spare room because it was comfortable. He didn't think much of it.

Now.

In the early hours of the morning, Johnny was the first to wake. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and went to his computer. He intended to look back at some recipes he saved. (He was planning on surprising both Si and you with something new for breakfast. As an apology.) But he saw his camera app icon blinking. He cursed himself, knowing he forgot to stop the recording for last night.

He sighed and opened the app. He'll delete the footage of you sleeping. He didn't want to be seen as a creep. And he'll remember to tell you about the camera. The application was still loading, while it did a goofy smile found itself in his lips. What if there's footage of you snoring like a beast? Or maybe you fart in your sleep? He chuckled to himself, knowing that would be the best thing to ever find.

How wrong he would be.

The video feed finally came up and he played it, speeding he film up by 5x. It started from yesterday morning. He sees Simon's half naked figure getting up first, then coming back and waking Johnny up. He felt a little warmness in his chest at seeing it again, but kept watching. The two got dressed and then there was a gap where no activity happened.

Johnny hummed and paused, moved the feed forward and paused when you came into view. From there he played the video at 2x. A proud smile on his face as he was prepared to catch you snoring. As the video played out, you tossed and turned on the bed. Then you played on your phone. It was a back and forth and Johnny had checked the time stamps. It would be close to midnight and you were still awake.

He crossed his ankle over his knees while he thought back to how late him and Simon were up. His heart skipped when he realized that you might have been awake long enough to hear them screwing on the couch. The man mumbled a curse under his breath and looked back at the camera, ready to speed it up again when he saw at what part he was on.

You were on your hands and knees, back arched beautifully with your head bowed. Between your legs was the pillow from the spare room, scrunched in on itself. The Scott spit out his drink and paused the computer. He stood up and coughed up the coffee he accidentally inhaled.

"Bloody hell Johnny what are you doing in there?" Simon's groggy voice called from the couch. Johnny cleared his throat, but offered no explanation. His eyes darting to the hallway where the room was. You weren't awake. And he knew he should just be a good friend and shut the computer. Or even better, delete that footage.

But. He couldn't.

After a couple of long debating minutes, Johnny rewinded the video back carefully. He let it play at regular speed and watched the scene unfold. You sighed and sit up, your eyes darting to the door. You paused and he knew you were listening to them making love on the couch. Johnny's heart hammered and he covered his mouth.

You ran your fingers through your hair and laid back. After a few more minutes, you reached below the blankets and Johnny froze. He could see how your eyes closed. And beneath the blankets, your legs moved up. The video quality was good enough that he could see your eyebrows furrow in frustration. Then you moved and got up on your knees. Moving to the foot of the bed, you took the pillow you were using to lie on and folded it in half. Then you carefully got on top of it and looked at the door.

Johnny couldn't hear himself and Simon on the camera, but he knew you could. Something about this idea...it made him shiver in delight. Then you started to rock your hips. Slowly at first. You started building up speed and kept looking back at the door. He could see how you bit your lip, how your brows knit in concentration. Your mouth opened and Johnny leaned in, as if to try and hear you. But you ducked your head and closed your mouth. He found himself a bit disappointed, but before he could continue watching, Simon was standing up from the couch and stretching.

Johnny closed the computer and rested his arms atop. He didn't know his face was red. But he knew about the tightness in his pants. Shame blossomed all throughout his body and Simon looked at him, closely. He glanced between the computer and his boyfriend, before raising his brow. "Watching smut this early in the morning?" He walked over while stretching his shoulder. "I told you I don't mind it...but in the kitchen?" He stopped besdies Johnny and he could practically see the beads of sweat.

Simon's tone was softer when he spoke again. "Something else?"

Johnny sighed and opened the computer, waiting for the screen to come on again. "Si I dinnae mean to catch it! I was only watchn'to see if I could fine' dirt over th'lass n git a good laugh-" His words were more Scottish and more jumbled than Simon could ever have imagined. When the screen was opened and the video played, Simon hummed.

"I don't mind you watchin a woman gettin off either, Johnny." His sleepy mind didn't comprehend what he was seeing. Then it was like his brain did a double take and he was leaning over to look closer at the screen. "Hold on. Is that-" and then he realized what he was seeing, who he was watching and he stood up straight again. "Oh fuckin hell."

Now the both of them were staring at the screen. But Simon was analyzing everything. "I said it was an accident. Forgot about the camera I had in there." Johnny mumbled, rubbing his face again. "I just wanted to see if I could y'know! Catch her snoring or somethin wild..."

"Something wild indeed." Simon mumbled making Johnny nearly groan at the terrible joke. But then Simon was making connections too. His eyes darting at the time stamps and seeing how you kept looking to the door, as if listening. "She gettin off to hearin us?" Johnny nodded, not surprised that he caught on that quick. Then Simon huffed. "I hope she isn't using my pillow..."

That earned a slap to his shoulder and a quick correction that you were using the pillow from the spare room. They continue to watch the video, and watched as your hips bucked wildly. Your head fell back as you reached your end and both men kept their eyes between your blissed out reaction and your hips as they stuttered to a slow stop. But you slowly kept going and Johnny had to adjust himself, cursing again.

Simon had to shift from foot to foot, his own problem arising at the video. He sighed and tapped his fingers against the table.

What they didn't know, was they shared the same thought. How you got off to them, made them both hot and bothered. Not only that, but seeing you in such a primal desperate position? Humping a pillow to the moans and grunts of them fucking in the next room while you nearly ripped the sheets from gripping them so hard. Your hips imitating the idea of yourself on top of one of them, trying to find release in the idea that you could have been there with them last night...

Simon groaned and looked at Johnny, who looked up at him. Johnny swallowed thickly before asking. "What should we do?"

Si seemed to perk up and he walked behind Soap who was sitting in the chair still. He pressed his half hardened cock against his back to conceal it while reaching over to the laptop and exiting the camera app. Johnny didn't question it the moment you shuffled in and mumbled a sleepy good morning to the both of them. They gave you a greetings back, watching you carefully.

You yawned and went to the fridge. Opening it up, you take out a water bottle and turn to the two men. "I'm gonna go shower in the guest bathroom. If you guys want I could make breakfast after I'm done." You still looked half asleep and likely you didn't notice how stiff their postures were.

Simon hummed. "No need sweetheart. Johnny was just about to get started on some pancakes. Want a stack?" His tone was even without a hint of worry in it. Practiced, Johnny thought.

You smiled at the both of them. "Yeah I'd like that. Thank you." You turned to walk down the hall but paused. "Oh and I have to say, the bed you guys have is so comfortable." You chuckled. "It smells like the both of you but I didn't mind it."

And you walked to the spare bathroom, not noticing how Johnny's jaw slackened and how Simon's grip on the back of the chair tightened. The door closed and Johnny spoke up. "We're bad friends."

Simon shook his head. "No we're not...like you said it was an accident... Y'know friends walk in on their friends changin or getting screwed all the time."

Johnny stood up and put his hands on his hips, his hard on evident through the thin pajamas. "But this? I don't know if I can laugh this one off Si." Simon was looking down at his partner, taking in the situation and then stepped close to him. "I don't know what we should do...confess?"

Simon reached forward and cupped Johnny's face, humming. "We'll ask her. I can coax it out of her if it makes you feel better." And he smirked when he saw how Johnny frowned in disapproval. "I won't say anything that will make her mad. Just ask her some questions... we'll all talk this out together."

He leaned in and kissed him, his hand pulling Johnny's head closer to his own. He had kissed back while his hands went to Simon's waist and gently pulled away. "You're not helping this situation."

Simon smirked. "We have 30 minutes. You make the pancakes and I'll fix the both of us out." He leaned in and pressed his lips to Johnny's neck, while his hands moved down the front of his pants. "You gonna start on that batter? Don't keep our girl waiting..."

A/n: (Pervy-ous.)Pervious is a gap between spaces of rock that allow water to pass through. Idk why I thought pervious meant like mischievous? Lol. Shoot me.

Monster!König x Fem!Vet!Reader! Pt. 4

Perspective change cause the whole Monster!Konig thing gets on my nerves...

Warnings: None, just some light fluff and Monster Konig discovering things.

I'm slowly building up like, how he came to be what he is, and such. I don't think I'll go into details on how I think he was created. But I'll try to fill in gaps and such. I have a wicked crazy idea for later but I have to build up to it *insert the rubbing hands together evilly, here*

König never rode in the actual passenger seat of a vehicle. Last time he was in a vehicle he was hog tied and in the bed of a truck. So this was a nice change no matter how nervous he was. You, decided to show him everything inside your little car to try easing his anxiety. You show him how the windows work, how to turn the A/C on and off, hot and cold. Showed him the radio, the lights inside the car, the seatbelts and how to fasten them and then how to release it. He was intrigued, his tentacles curiously winding and rolling together.

König kept the window down the whole way to your house. He didn't enjoy any of the music so you both listened to the wind as you drove. Your house was secluded in a wooded area but near one of the parks. You had a decent sized home. It was a two bedroom, two bathroom house that had a lake down the hill from it. When you both got out the vehicle, Konig had walked straight to the lake to take a closer look.

You followed him down to the lake and put your hands in your pockets, smiling a little. "Is it as big as the one you live by?" You questioned as you looked up at him. He looked around carefully before finally answering.

"No. It seems like the one here is smaller. And is not connected to any other stream. Why?" He looked at you.

"Oh, well it is connected to a separate stream." You walked a little further and he followed. He watched as you pointed to a small area where the trees opened up, but it was across the lake. "There. The lake is by some camp grounds but there's a stream there. We can visit it later if you want." You look back at him. "But for now, would you like to help me cook some dinner?"

He could feel his tentacles shifting under his mask and he shifted his jaw. But he nodded and followed you back up the hill.

Entering your house was different from the vet hospital. First off, it smelled better. The smell didn't burn his nose. Instead he was surrounded by an artificial smell, something he knew had to have been produced by human. But he didn't find himself hating it. It was a background odor for him to ignore. For now, he inspected your little home. You watched as he wasted no time in looking around your home and gently touching things that fascinated him. You smile a little, curious about his curious nature.

He stopped when he saw a tank near the hallway. It was a large 50 gallon tank but filled with dirt. Some netting surrounded the interior and he looked closer, trying to understand what it was doing here. You came over and opened the top. "Would you like to see my pet hermits?" You gently pulled out a small hermit crab. It had a pretty but spotted shell. "This is Babes. She's pretty nice but she pinches sometimes." You gently set her back down and grabbed the other. "And this is Brownie. She's shy but she's also pretty nice." You held up the other hermit, who had a brown shell on. He couldn't see the hermit but he nodded.

"You name your food?" He asked, puzzled. You laughed in an almost panicked way and shook your head.

"They're not for eating! They're my pets. They were being sold by this man on the side of the road, so I take care of them." You set the hermit back into the terrarium and turned on a small dim lamp for them. "Konig, what all do you know about humans?"

He was surprised by this question and he looked around your living room. Konig had many ideas and assumption about human beings. But, he was worried how you would react to his dislike for most people. He shifted and looked down at you. "Well, they're odd. They keep other animals as 'pets', they burn their food before eating it. They also hate me. When most humans find out about me, they scream or try to hurt me." He watched your reaction carefully. "You're the only human that has not tried to hurt me."

You felt your heart drop at this, and he could see the frown on your lips. You nodded then asked him, "Well, I never saw a reason to hurt you because you didn't hurt me." You smiled a little. "You're also living in the hunting county. So maybe most people just think you're buck or some wild animal...I don't think most would purposely-"

"They do." He stopped you. "They know what I am." He looked away and you felt your stomach drop. You stepped a little closer and reached out to touch his arm. He flinched but you only touched him with your fingertips.

"I'm not going to hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone try to hurt you. You're not a human being but you're not a monster either." You smiled at him. "C'mon, I'll start cooking for us and I'll tell you about some human traditions."

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"So, you allow yourself to sit down and let other humans hurt you, for hours and hours, so that you will have lines marked along your skin? Because you like it?" His eyes were stuck on the tattoo you had on your arm.

"Well, that's harder to explain. Some humans really like it, the pain, Some find it comforting and others find it excruciating! It depends on the human. But the reason is also a lot to explain." You sipped your tea. "Some humans like the looks and styles. Some want to have a picture or a design on them to remember something. Like, if someone close to them has died, then they may want to get their name tattooed onto their arm or hand."

He nodded and leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. "And you got this to remember someone?"

"No, I got this because I liked it, and I've always wanted to get a tattoo to see if I liked it." You smiled and shrugged your arm. "You can touch it if you want. It's been healed for years now."

He reached out and pressed his large hand on your arm. He was surprised it was smooth there, expecting a bumpy or rough texture. His fingers trailed down your arm to where the tattoo ended and he quickly retracted his hand. "I see."

You watched carefully as your heart sped up. He had a gentle touch, but you could feel his strength in it. You smiled and nodded. "So yeah, but um, I could also tell you about birthdays. Can you guess what those are?" You stood up and went to the stove. You opened the pot and stirred the food inside. Beside you, Konig walked over to lean back against the counter. You noticed he would stay close to you ever since you brought him inside and it made you smile. He reminded you of a small kid, in a sense.

"Birthdays. Is this a day where many humans are birthed alive?" He asked with all seriousness.

You giggled and looked at him. "That's a good guess but no, its usually just one person. So a birthday is the day a person was born. And usually every year they would celebrate it with people they are close with." You hummed. "My birthday already passed, but since I live alone here I just ate a slice of cake and watched a movie." You tapped your finger on the counter. "So, a birthday party is just celebrating that the year has passed and you've lived long enough to have surpassed it."

He nodded and looked at the pot of food. "And how are humans born?"

"Humans are born like, in a live birth. The mother has to pass them through her uterus." You thought about this and made sure he understood. "And human babies are born small and have to be taken care of most of their life. Until they reach adulthood. How were you born?"

Konig thought about this then answered. "I don't know. I only remember living in the lake all my life. My earliest memory is when I was smaller. And I found a small human who was my size. He was clinging to a log and was crying." He itched his neck as he recalled the memory. "I swam up to him and he screamed more. I couldn't talk so I tried to show him I could help him get back to the shore. I guess he understood, because he stopped screaming and he nodded his head. I knew humans didn't breath underwater so I kept him above water. After I got him to shore, he said something to me but I didn't understand." Konig stopped talking and then looked at you. "That is all I remember."

You pouted and tilted your head. "Well what happened after that?"

He shrugged and continued. "He ran away. So I left. I had to hunt for food."

"...Maybe he tried telling you thank you." You suggested. "But, that was a very nice thing you did for that boy. I think you probably scared him but, still. You saved his life."

He shrugged, looking down at you. "Perhaps." He watched as you lifted the spoon from the pot and blew on it. Then you carefully held up the spoon.

"Here, taste this." You said as you held it up some more.

He eyes the food sample before reaching up and dipping his fingers into the spoon, then shoving them under his hood into his mouth. He made a face before shaking his head and then taking a step back. "Ack! What is that? Why is...there's so much-..." He moved his mouth before he looked at you. "Why does this food have so many different tastes?"

You tried to search your brain to figure out what he meant. Then it clicked. "Oh! Flavor you mean? Um, there's spices in it. I used oregano, thyme, basil, paprika, turmeric..." you then tasted the food as well. "Hmm, it tastes fine to me. But I guess you've never had this before? Seasonings I mean."

"No, I've never had these 'seasons' before, on my food." He saw your quiet giggling and he felt his tentacles twitching under his hood. He disliked that he enjoyed your giggling.

"That's a crime in some states." You chuckled and turned the pot off. "Would you like some more to try again? If not, I could grill up some of the fish you gave to me." You wiped your hands on a towel and walked to the cabinet to grab two bowls.

He watched you as you reached up to grab them. His eyes wandered down you back and he felt his chest tighten so he looked away. When he looked at his own arm, Konig suddenly asked, "Who was that man with the dog? He seemed to be mad at you."

Your eyebrows furrowed at the question that seemed to come out of nowhere. You put the two bowls down and looked at him with a concerned look, but it softened. "That was Simon. He was upset because I wouldn't go out with him." You then looked at his healing dog bites as well and frowned. "He's usually a nice man, but he's pushy, and he has some problems. I don't like him because he can become violent when he doesn't get what he wants." Konig asked you to explain what you meant by 'asking out someone'. "So, that means to date someone." When he didn't understand that, you felt your cheek heat up. "Like, when one human wants to get to know another human but more personally, and maybe perhaps intimately. They go on a date, or go out and learn more about each other."

He felt his eyebrows furrow in a slow understanding. "Like, he was trying to mate with you?" His eyes widened. "That is why he brought you those flowers?" His back straightened. "He tried to force you to accept his courting item."

You put your hands up as if to calm him down. "Hey, its not like that. Humans have different ideas from 'mating'. I think anyways..." You chewed your lip. "Like I said, humans go on dates to know each other better before they decide to mate. And humans can decide if they don't want to continue or not. And I refused him."

He listened to your explanation and he nodded. So, human mating rituals were different than his. As he suspected. It was just additional steps. "This sounds like a long process for humans."

You smiled and nodded. "I couldn't explain dating to you tonight. Its too long and complicated. But, I'll fix you some food and I can show you a movie on the tv. Sounds good?"

Konig nodded a little, even though he wasn't sure how a movie or a tv worked. And he would have to ignore the crazy tastes that were in the food to please you. You already worked hard to make him this human dish, and he wouldn't make you work anymore.

I had to find someway to end this cause I wrote too much. There will be more. Obviously. I had a night of free time so, here's your late night snacks. Hope yall enjoy...

Next chapter will have more interesting subjects.

I need help! I was reading this fanfic about the 141 getting jealous that the reader receives flowers that wasn't sent by them, and it was smut. Idk who wrote it but I can't find it😭😭

Baby Fever pt. 2

New dad!König x new mom!Reader.

Fluff, post-pregnancy, post-birth, mentions of premature birth. Y'know, a sprinkle of angst. Bit it's all happy domestic stuff. Enjoy.

Your eyes fluttered open and you realize the baby wasn't crying. When you checked your phone, it was 2 in the morning. It was feeding time, so you turned over and climbed out of bed, not realizing it was empty on the other side. You hummed and went to grab one of the bottles out of the warmers, already filled with the formula but found there was no bottle.

You hum, exhausted mind turning over trying to think why you didn't prepare a bottle beforehand. And why your alarm didn't go off. You walk to the baby room and pause, seeing a dim light on, as well as hearing soft muttering. Walking slowly, you peak into the room...

König was standing in the middle of the room, your baby girl cradled in one arm, rather, one hand. His other hand held the bottle up for her. He was rocking and turning, talking to her. He had on his pajama pants, and slippers but no shirt on.

"Mommy's friends didn't like me. I think they were just jealous of her." He smiled down at her, taking the bottle away and setting it down. He throws the towel over his shoulder like you showed him and gently placed the newborn girl up, supporting her head. "C'mon, get those nasty burps out." He rubs her back then gently taps.

"Your mommy challenged me to a game of pool. I've played it a few times but I said yes. And she won, but don't tell mommy, I let her win." He chuckled. "Then she let me buy her a drink or two- ehm, they were soda drinks." He cleared his throat. Then smiled again. There was a soft muffled burp and she spit up. König laughed again and carefully maneuvered the baby and the towel to wipe her mouth clean. "That was a good one. Almost as loud as daddy's eh?"

You stayed leaning against the doorway, listening to König's stories.

"The doctors said you were born too early, and very weak. But I think that just proved those silly doctors wrong. Look at you, burping like a sailor! Oh don't cry meine Blume, I've got you. See?" He cooed softly and you heard the baby whine a little. König hummed softly and you heard him tapping her back, and then he laughed softly. "Did you poop on me? A fart. I knew you'd be more trouble than your mommy."

You couldn't help smile. You heard him go over to the changing table and carefully remove her diaper. You watched from the door as König winced. "You did a number in there. I wouldn't be surprised if you woke mommy up with that stench." He said as he cleaned her bottom. He threw the dirty diaper away and placed a new one on. He throws some powder into the diaper.

"When you came out, and the doctors told us you were a girl, I was so thrilled." He put the pajamas back on, carefully snapping the bottoms closed. "But they said you and mommy needed to stay in the hospital for a little longer. I got so scared for both of you, both of my girls. I ran out and bought your mommy a ring. I know, I should have married her before you came out...I was scared. But when you were born I was even more scared! What could daddy do except wait?" He sighed heavily and placed the baby girl against his chest.

"I didn't know babies could come out so small...you were tiny. They kept you in a little glass machine, I don't remember exactly why but, they said it helped you breathe. Ah but I knew better. They just had to keep you contained because you were a fighter. Ready to knock out the next doctor who told you otherwise." He pressed his lips to against her head and smiled. "And they said momma couldn't breastfeed you. She was sad, she thought she did something wrong but everything turned out just right huh? We're all here." He turned and smiled when he saw you standing at the door. "Ah. You did wake momma with your stinky bottom."

You sighed, some tears in your eyes as you walked over to him. With your daughter in one hand, he used his free hand to cradle your head to his chest. "Oh I'm sorry meine libeling, I didn't mean to make you sad." You shake your head and look up at him.

"No, not sad. Just happy. Happy sad." You shrug and sniffle. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and you spoke again. "How many times are you gonna tell her the hospital stories?"

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your head. "Until she learns to talk and tells me to stop. But maybe I'll tell her before she goes to her first day of school, or her first prom, or when she leaves for college." He takes a deep breath and slowly let it out. You could tell he was trying not to cry. "I wonder how close the colleges are here." You laughed and wiped your eyes.

"Stop talking about her leaving. You're making me more sad." You gently take the baby in your arms and kiss her head, rocking slowly. You felt König's arms encircle your body and his head on top of yours.

"I'm sorry. C'mon, let's get you both back to bed. My girls." His voice was soft, but tired. You nodded in agreement and gently set the girl down into the crib. You made sure she wouldn't fuss, then turned to König. Who then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down, kicked his slippers off and crawled into bed with you. You laid your head against his chest and you felt his hands finding their resting spot against against your thigh and back.

After a second, you mumbled against him. "Don't lie to our baby girl. You lost that pool game because you kept staring at my ass."

He laughed, making your head bounce. "I'm not telling our girl that."

"Then you can tell her you lost fair and square because you were so in love with me." You pressed a kiss to his neck. He leaned down and stole a kiss from you, then laid his head down.

"Maybe. But, maybe I did let you win." He was smiling and you grumbled in disagreement. "Sleep meine libeling. We'll settle this on our next pool game, drinks on me."

"Soda drinks."

A/n.: I'm sad, trapped in a stinky hotel. So I brainstormed this mess while watching Jurassic Park. I made it kinda sad but it's still all fluff. No more baby fever fic after this.

And, I thought about mentioning how reader can't breastfeed because my mom told me she couldn't for me. (For different reasons) But she said some trashy religious people told her if she couldn't breastfeed then she wasn't cut out to be a mom. And I know that today, there are still some people who find that using formula is 'unnatural' or 'cheating'. But I'm here to tell you, some people are literally just gonna try making you feel bad about everything. Do what you feel is the best thing, whether it's for yourself, for your child, for your pet, everything.

That was long. Sorry. Felt like ranting.

Uncomfortable

I'm stuck in a 2 star hotel that's been repeatedly reported for nasty rooms, nasty drug heads, homeless people trying to sneak through the windows, rude staff...I'm here for two nights.

It stinks here. I'm omw to my housekeeping job and it definitely goes to show that, I KNOW I can do better than this. Dirty towels, empty toilet paper rolls, used water bottles sitting in the fridge...and I want to cry. I've peaked outof the peep hole 4 times, I've checked the windows 5 times. And I'm not even paying for it...my guy friend is, so I can't complain. And I literally have no money to my name to change any of this.

Wednesday I'll be out of here. But until then I'm stuck. In this nasty hole and smelly room. The only good thing is that Jurassic Park is playing and I still have snacks he bought me.

PLEASE POST PART 3 THE KÖNIG TWO PART FIC!!!!😝😝😝i enjoyed it way too much 🤭

I very much didn't think people liked that one lol.

But okay, it'll take me a moment cause I'm about to hoppity skip to Alaska (I'm in Louisiana.) so I'm packing and stuff. I'll keep everyone updated. On my other posts as well.

Baby Fever

This post is inspired by all the babies running around my family right now. And also a comment I had gotten a while back about König being good with children. I don't know if I should tag them or not, would that be rude?

Warnings: Pure fluff, babies, Soft!König, baby fever König. Toddlers being toddlers. Established relationship.

König knew for certain he did not get baby fever easily. When he saw babies or kids, he would shrug and make a comment about how small they were or something. You were almost the same way, not wanting kids right now but couldn't help but adore the tiny babies and toddlers. You were dating for a while and agreed that kids were not an option right now. So, when you were asked to babysit for your brother and his wife, you asked König to come along to help you.

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You warned König that your brother had two boys and one girl. The boys were 6 (twins) the girl was 1. König made a comment about weird age difference, and you replied, "They get baby fever a lot more often than you know. And they want a big family." He nodded and you added. "She's pregnant again too." Which made König's eyes widen.

When you both arrived there, the boys ran to you excitedly, screaming about their auntie being back. But they quieted when they saw König. The large male stares down at the twin boys, waiting to see what they'll do. The first boy walks up and crosses his arms. "Why are you so big?"

König crossed his arms as well. "Why are you so tiny?"

The second boy laughs. "You sound like a evil bad guy!" The boys take off running and you chuckle at them. You now had a small girl on your hip. She hid her face from König and you smiled, rubbing her back.

"She's a little shy, but her mom said she's due for a nap." You walked him inside just as your brother and a pregnant wife walked out, yelling to call them if you had any trouble. König followed you inside while taking in the interior of the house. You were rocking the girl, humming for her to sleep. "Do you think you can watch the boys while I try putting her down to bed?"

He nodded. König made sure that you couldn't see his nervousness at the thought of watching two boys. You left to go put the young girl to sleep and on que, the twins came running out with play swords. One boy raised his sword at König. "Prepare evil villain! For we will slay you!"

König put his hands up and glared. "Attacking me while I am unarmed? How unfair!" The boys giggled at his accent, and maybe perhaps König was making his accent heavier on purpose, but he wouldn't admit that aloud.

When the small girl, Ember, was asleep, you walked out to the living room to find it empty and the front door open. When you inspect that as well, you find König outside with the boys, Dexter and Derrel. König was kneeling in front of one of them and smearing mud over his cheeks, the other twin boy already being marked by what you assumed was pretend war paint.

You crossed your arms as you watched König stand, some war paint of his own painted messily across his face. He was talking to them but you couldn't hear them.

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"Why do you sound so funny?" One of the boys with the missing bottom and top teeth asked him. The other boy was only missing a few of his top teeth.

"I am from Austria." König finished his face paint and nodded to himself.

The twin boys looked at each other and then asked separate questions.

"Did you meet Steve Irwin? He catches animals."

"Have you ever wrestled a kangaroo?"

"Do you have to kill spiders as big as your face?!"

"Is it true that you can eat kangaroo like chicken?"

König had frowned, knowing they would misunderstand the moment he said it. "No, boys, that is Australia. Austria is further away." He stands. "Now we can play evil bad guy that gets stopped by cool good guys." The boys were giggling excitedly, and he held his hand up. "But wait, first, I must do something bad." He spied you coming down the steps and nodded. He walks over to you and picks you up, throwing you over his shoulder. "I have stolen your precious auntie, and she will be my prisoner!"

The boys screamed in a panic and rushed him, while you laughed and playfully screamed for help.

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A while later, while König and the boys played outside, you got a notification that the baby was awake. "I'll be right back, boys." You stand and walk to the house. When you left, the boy missing both his top/bottom teeth(Dexter) had looked at König.

"Are you going to marry our auntie?"

König thought about this and then answered. "I want to, but your auntie has to like me first. If she doesn't want to marry me, then I won't make her."

"Want me to ask her if she likes you?" He wiped his nose without a care in the world and König grinned.

"No, I am a big boy. I'll find out myself."

The other boy, Derrel, ran up to them while swinging his foam sword. "There's a girl in my class who kissed my friend Barry and it was gross!" He giggled. "Aren't you afraid girls have cooties?"

König chuckled. "I was told that girls and boys have cooties. Did you know cooties come from dirty kids who don't brush their teeth or wash their feet?" He watched the boys make faces, obviously not believing his statement.

You walked out the house with Ember on your hip, smiling down at her while speaking softly. When the boys saw them, Dexter walked up to you. "Emmy doesn't play right when we play games."

"Well, she's a baby, you know." You squat down and set the infant on a blanket laid out in the grass. "She doesn't know how to do much right now. You have to give her time to learn."

Derrel spoke next. "She sleeps a lot too."

König spoke up next. "Babies sleep a lot. When she was growing in your mommy's tummy, all she did was sleep. She was used to it, but now that she is out of your mommy's tummy, she has to get used to being awake. That's why she naps more than you two."

"Poor Emmy." One of them huffed, sitting beside the baby girl and giving her the foam sword which she took happily. "Ah! She has a weapon!"

"No! What have you done! She's unstoppable now!" König gasped dramatically and picked up the other sword. "I will defeat her!"

"No! That's my sister!" Dexter ran at König and jumped on his back. Following was Derrel, and König fell to the ground with a fake grunt of pain. You then picked up the baby girl and helped her walk over to the fallen König, where she screamed in some kind of excited baby scream. The twin boys yelled in victory while sitting atop the large fallen man. Ember held herself up on König's shoulder and he watched defeatedly as a line of drool fell on his face.

"Yack... I've been defeated."

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After König won everyone over with his famous chocolate chip pancakes, everyone was settled down on the couch to watch Scooby-Doo. The boys have taken to sitting in König's arms and Ember played in her baby pin. When König said he never watched Scooby-Doo, the twins were excited to show and tell him all about the mystery-solving dog and the gang. And König was more than happy to listen to all of it. It was about an hour into the movie, and both boys had fallen asleep. König continued watching the movie. You took Ember in your arms and sat down beside them. "They really like you."

He perked up at this, looking over at you and grinning nervously at you and the baby. "You think so? I was nervous I would hurt them accidentally, or they would be scared of me." He watched as Ember reached for him and the Austrian man carefully moved his arm away from one of the boys to hold the small girl in his arms.

You had chuckled softly and laid your head back. "You're doing great with them. But I think those pancakes sealed the deal." You watched as the baby girl curiously poked and pulled at König's chin and lip. He poked his bottom lip out, then stuck his tongue at her. She watched in curiosity before doing the same thing, her hands slapping his face in excitement. You both laughed.

One of the boys woke up and moved over to you, laying his head in your lap and saying it was cold. You pull a blanket over him and gently ran your fingers through his messy hair. After he had fallen back asleep, you look up at König but find him entertaining the baby with his facial expressions.

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After you and König left, with sad goodbyes from the twins, you noticed how quiet your driver was. Looking up at him, you linked your hand in his free one, causing him to look over at you and interlock his fingers with yours. "What's on your mind?"

A lot. You, him, a family somewhere in the future, you with a wedding band on your left hand and a big belly carrying his child. He was staring forward at the road, and he sighed, a look of annoyance washed over his features. Should he tell you how he felt? What if you detest the idea of having kids with himm "The twins were so rowdy and annoying. Do all kids act that way?"

"Yes. Most of the time."

"And the baby girl, do all babies drool as much as her? It got on my face and my shirt."

"Yes." You watched him carefully, trying to figure out where he was going with this.

"Kids are filthy creatures. And clumsy. And a handful..." he brought the back of your hand up to his lips, holding your hand there for a moment. "And they cry for nothing."

"That's usually a toddler phase." You tilt your head. "König what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong Liebling..." He sighed almost defeatedly. "But I can't help but picture us with our own crazy little children... and I want that very much." He looked at you after stopping at a stoplight. "I know we are not ready for kids yet, and we are not married. But I saw the way you look at them, and how big you smile at them and I can't help but want that too, with our own babies." His eyebrows furrowed in thought while he pressed another kiss to your knuckles. "But, maybe that's wrong to dream only after a day of caring for children."

You sit up in your seat and move your hand to cup his face. "It's not wrong to dream König...it's called baby fever." You smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his nose.

"You would make the most perfect mommy," He says in a desperately soft voice as you press your lips to his nose. He cups your face so you look into his eyes. "I would be honored to be the father. The best father. Say the word Mein Liebling, and I will give you as many children as you desire."

:')

Don't come after me I just- I dunno.

A bit under the weather.

I've been feeling out of it, it's ame thing but I'll snap out sooner or later. Sorry that my updates aren't coming as my much as before.

Stay tuned, but go grab a snack or a lil drink while you wait.

Asking for Help/Advice

Guess who has to change their pfp and name off of Uber delivery because some guy(customer) ordered a SINGLE sauce packet from Taco Bell, and before I could pick it up for him, he texted me through the app and said, "Wow you look so beautiful."

😰🤢

That order was promptly canceled. This was all at 1 in the morning btw.

And update, I may not be able to change my profile pic because the app uses facial recognition to let me work orders, like a lock...

Anyone that also works for uber delivery that can help or offer advice?

your vampire!Konig and human!reader thing is the best. I can't wait for part 3! Btw, no rush, take all the time you need! ❤️

It's slowly coming along, I gotta figure out how I want this story to go and how it's gotta end. Thank you though.

To everyone that liked my stuff AND reblogged???

I love y'all ❤️❤️❤️

Monster!König x Vet!Reader pt. 3

Did I hit 100 followers? I'm actually literally buzzing I'm so excited lol

A/n: I made a familiar character the bad guy, and I started color coding people except König. If I colored König he'll be green but for now he'll stay colorless.

Warnings!: Dog attack, rivalry, dog bite, violence(towards animal)

M!König: Who made another bundle of fish just for you. He made sure to catch more of the ones you stated you had liked. The lake he lives in was huge, and a river connected it to various other lakes so it was always stocked up. He knew he needed to stop this, so he promised himself that this would be the last gift. Then he'll have to leave, move to a different lake. Even though he didn't want to.

M!König: Who, when he arrives at your vet clinic, sees you speaking to an older gentleman who has a leashed dog at his side and a bundle of flowers in his other hand. You seemed frustrated and shook your head up at the man, who in response had shifted impatiently. Enter, Hunter!Simon, who was trying to convince you that one drink with him will be good for you.

M!König: Who walked up to the both of you, holding the bundle of fish and glaring down at the man. He has blonde hair, scars across his pale skin and grey cold eyes. But König's eyes could be colder. You looked between the two men, sensing some kind of conflict arising internally. Clearing your throat, you told Simon he should leave, and that you declined his offer.

Hunter!Simon: Who was staring up at König with a menacing look. Something was off about this guy. Was this the bloke that you were seeing? And why did he wear a hood over his face. He noticed the bundle of fish and snorted a little. "Tha' all you can catch? If you're tryin t' impress her, that ain't gonna do it." He stared up at König but the mans face never changed. Riley, his dog, growled lowly as König stood there and looked down at them.

M!König: Who glared down at the dog next. Then answered coldly, "What use would she have for flowers? At least I catch her food, while you lazily pluck her weeds." He nearly snarled. Simon threw the flowers down while his dog growled louder, crouching in an attack position. Simon was close to raising his voice, both in heated anger and because Riley was barking louder. You stepped in, pushing the both of them back which caused Riley to jump up to attack, but König was pulling you out of the way before it registered to either one of them.

M!König: Who took the full on harsh bite of the K-9, kicking the dog away while Simon angrily yelled at him. But you were telling at Simon to leave or else you'd call the police. König watched as you threatened the blonde man while using your body to shield the much larger man. It made his heart swell despite the bleeding bite wound.

Vet!Reader: Who watched Simon and Riley walk back to his truck and drive away. You were quick to help König inside and treat his wounds. You had some healing ointment and rabies shots lined up but König was quick to stop you, explaining this was nothing. You knew König was different, so... You trusted him on this. Then when König was standing up, you wrapped your arms around him in a hug. "You didn't have to do that...but thank you."

M!König: Who was blushing like crazy. His tentacles were more actively shifting beneath his hood but he hugged back stiffly. He cleared his throat. "I'm used to dog bites... And hunters." he shrugged. He watched you pull away and then your hand reached up to his tentacles, and some eagerly wrapped around your finger to which you smiled happily. He was a big blushing mess now but he wouldn't pull away.

M!König: Who was surprised when you offered to cook food for him. It's been a very long time since he ate cooked(human) food. But with you? He eagerly agreed. When you asked what he could eat, König proudly announced anything, except the funny tasting bottle drinks. You held back your giggles and he noticed.

A/n: Damn, this is sounding like a retelling of Beauty and the Beast🤦 Also ! If y'all don't want me to use Simon as bad guy I can change that. But I had a little background on Hunter!Simon.

Basically, after the war and he retired, he moved to this unnamed small town and took up hunting. Kind of a bad ending Simon cause it more or less makes him feel alive when he hunts. So instead of hunting for food, he hunts for fun. (Which, veterinarian you hates.) Hunting for fun and not food is a big no no where I live so I thought why not sprinkle conflict-

Like I said before, I can change his character so that it's not Simon but instead it's some random NPC with a shit name. Y'alls call.

Vampire König x Human Reader pt. 2

A/n: y'all really liked this one geez louise papa cheese. As promised I made another one. Didn't know how to end it but the next one I make will reveal why reader is immune to him. Also, I tried keeping to gn reader, if you guys like that lmk. If not I can change it to fem reader.

Warnings!: Mentions of SA, somnophilia hardcore mixed with dubcon, mentions of murder, sex mentioned a lot. Dark shit tbh I may have went a little too far- König is a loser sorry. Please heed warnings before reading I beg of you.

Minors DNI.

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The window opened easily, he almost snorted at you leaving it unlocked. Though, he did climb your apartment building to get up here so maybe he was being an ass. He carefully stepped inside and immediately he felt strange. The legend that a vampire must be invited inside was a myth, he tested that before. But there was something about the air in your room that made his skin prickle.

König was huge, but getting through a window wasn't so much of a challenge for him anymore. He stood in your room and carefully looked around. You had lots of stuff, and it was messy. Some basket of yarn, a sketch pad, some make up on your dresser, posters all over the wall... It looked like a normal young woman's room.

His eyes finally landed on you and he swallowed thickly. You laid on your side, curled up slightly with your blankets lazily tossed over you. There was a stuffed animal near your pillows, watching you, watching him. He crept closer and walked to the side of the bed that you faced. Kneeling down, he takes in your face again. Staring at you as if you'll tell him how you could resist his hypnosis. Your rhythmic breathing however, told him you were fast asleep.

He reached up and used the back of his knuckle to pet your cheek. He wondered what you dreamed of, was it about him? Maybe it was nothing at all. His eyes scanned over your body, seeing the rest disappear within the blankets. Your thigh and leg however, poked out from beneath the blankets. He stood up, walking to the foot of your bed and slowly placing his fingers on your ankle. Ideas, millions of them, bad, good, selfish ideas ran through his head.

He always has his escape card, his hypnosis. He could do whatever he wanted and not feel as much guilt over it, but you... He had to be careful. Truthfully he could probably rule the world, the country at least. He was a powerful being with few weaknesses. He could have as much blood as he wanted, create his own servants and fuck who ever he pleased.

You could not be hypnotized, so if he took you, and you woke up, you'd probably scream. You'd be traumatized perhaps. His fingers moved up your leg. If he drank your blood, you'd be sore and you'd remember, because he can't hypnotize you. His fingers traced along your thigh, stopping at your hip. He wanted you, God if any, König wanted you so badly. He looked at his fingers resting on your hip, you only had panties on. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his hard-on tame.

Removing his hand, he stared at your sleeping form. He glanced to the side, looking at your stuffed animal, as if asking for forgiveness. His fingers slipped the blanket off your bottom half and he looked at your pants less form. He's decided, he won't drink your blood, but he would fuck you. He needed this. He had only met you two- three hours ago and you had tormented him. Slipping his boots off, his knees fell onto the edge of the bed. He got in all fours, hovering over your clothed sex.

He could smell you, your arousal. Were you dreaming of something filthy? He wanted to smile but he didn't. His eyes never left your underwear, and he laid on his stomach between your lazily parted legs. He rested them over his shoulders and was careful not to wake you. He was burley, and knew that rising too high might cause you to stir. He settled now, resting between your legs and staring hungrily at your middle. Then without moving your underwear, he pressed his lips to your sex and closed his eyes. Sweet, he thought. How were you sweet and he's yet to taste your juices?

His tongue eagerly pressed against your panties and it was then he groaned. It was more prominent now, like honey. He licks a strike up your sex and he hears you moan softly in your sleep. His eyes stared up at you now, but you remained asleep. He licked his lips and delved back in, humming in delight. His tongue swirls and he feels his hardened cock pressing painfully against his pants, against your bed. He kissed your thigh and then moved your cloth to the side, wanting to taste you uncovered. His tongue immediately finds your entrance and he swears his eyes flutter. You had jumped against him suddenly and he recognized that jump. He pulled away and his tongue went to his teeth- his fangs. They had came out without his realizing and he cursed. He didn't mean to poke you, not like that anyway.

Looking back up at your sleeping form, he sighed and moved up, slowly palming himself through his tan cargo pants. You could wake up, and find him violating you any moment ...and it thrilled him, sickeningly. He undoes his pants and pulls out his eagerly awaiting cock, finding the tip slick from suppressed arousal. He slowly jerked himself, looking down at you. He'll show you, that he always gets what he wants in the end.

He maneuvers your legs once again so that your thighs rested against his own, with you laying on your back and your head laying to the side. He moves the annoying piece of cloth once again and eyes your entrance, having mercy and lubing it a little more with his spit. Though if he were a little more psychotic, he'd make you hurt. Let you feel the dry press of his thickness as it opened you...but that was too far, he thought with an amused chuckle. He lined himself, watching his tip kiss at your sex and he shudders. He licks his lips, then-

Then you stir and turn on your side, mumbling in your sleep about taking someone's order wrong. König blinked himself out of his dark daydream. He was still standing at the foot of your bed, you were still clothed with the blankets hanging over your body. His member, though hard, remained in his pants and he frowned. Maybe he was losing his humanity far more than he thought. He let out a growl and carefully pulled the blankets over you, so that your legs were covered.

But as he looked at you once again, he felt the human part of himself tsking at him. He can't- no, he wouldn't. So he sighed and sat down on a chair across from your bed. Nonetheless, he wants you. And if he was going to win you over, he needed to do this by the books. He needed to flirt, he needed to give gifts, charm you, intrigue you somehow.

Somehow...

The arrogant part of his mind was twisting and turning. He has become so used to getting what he wanted, whenever. So the one thing he can't have, he found himself wanting the most. Like a spoiled brat, perhaps. But this was only a small part of it, that's what he told himself anyway.

For now, he stood up and nodded to himself. He's gonna go about this as human like as possible. But then there was the incident from tonight. He had been a creep, and you might remember his face. No matter, he'll just erase your mind and-

No, wait. Fuck.

He put his hands on his hips in frustration. This is gonna be difficult.

Please, we need more of that vampire!Konig x human!reader. 🙏🏻

Kicking my feet and twirling my nonexistent long hair.

Okay.

more vampire and monster konig w tentacles !!

those r some pretty good ideas that r original :)

I will have more vampire and monster König, I'll try posting tonight, cause today I gotta day dream my ideas.(Aka I have to go to work)

I don't feel like the tentacle König is too original, I've read a lot of fics, all different. I at least know what hasn't been written yet and that's why I came up with Vet!Reader.

As for the vampire one, I got my ideas after listening to audiobook of Necroscope, (that book is so fucked up and my ideas for it are much lighter). That's why I mentioned it, I don't want someone thinking I'm stealing from it. Trust me, I don't want to 😰

That's just what I think but thank you very much lol. I like when people leave comments, they make my day. 🥰

An idea I keep thinking about. Vampire König x Human reader.

Mentions of blood, sex(non-con if you think about it but it's not depicted) gun mentioned not used, under the cut. But this is not your typical damsel attacked by vampire.

(don't tell my guy friend but I got my inspiration from the books he recommended me, Necroscope. Second book.)don't read those books if you like vampires; it will haunt you.)

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Vampires can control people's minds, they lure them away somewhere secluded, drink their blood, then leave. That's what König has done the last few centuries. He finds a victim, hypnotizes them, brings them to an alleyway, or maybe his home, and then drinks their blood. If he's feeling pent up and his victim is horny, he'll fuck them as well. He's not picky, having male, female, trans, partners. Could he call them partners? No, he shouldn't.

He of course, makes sure that his victims are well fed and have drank something before he disposes of them. Like a blood bank perhaps. They give him blood, he gives them food and water. He knows sometimes the sex thing isn't what everyone wants so he's careful to pick his victims on that part, like if he can smell their arousal. But always, after sex, he erased their memory. He doesn't have to, but perhaps the human part of himself would feel guilty. It already does, he thinks bitterly.

So here he is in a nightclub, watching bodies dance across the floor as lights flashed across his body and face. He sat perched at the bar stool, a glass of wine in his hands. He was glad that he could still drink liquids. Though the thirst for blood always gnawed at the back of his mind. His eyes searched the floor, looking for someone, anyone, who was by themselves. Tonight, it seemed couples and friend groups ruled the floor.

He didn't waste much time, setting his half empty glass of wine down and leaving the loud club. His ears thrummed as the music no longer blasted in his ears, but the ringing didn't stop. He stood outside, then in his peripheral vision, he spotted a person sitting on the curb. You. Your outfit looked like the clubbing type, and your eyes were half lidded. Though you were sitting, you were swaying slightly, because you were buzzed.

Perfect.

He came up to you and tilted his head. "Are you waiting for someone?" His accent was heavy as he spoke. He watched your facial features shift as you registered his voice.

"I'm supposed to say yes." You mumbled. You hadn't looked up at him. He shifted and kneeled down beside you, waiting for you to look at him. The trick with hypnotism, is that the victim must look into his eyes. When he first discovered his ability, he would accidentally hypnotize people often. He was older now, and he has better control of it. "I don't know if they're coming anymore.."

König studied your face, tracing over your features. You were beautiful, in his opinion. Your hair framed your face perfectly, and your body seemed to only enhance your beauty. He nods and looks up at your eyes again, waiting. "Your friends abandoned you? How cruel..."

You snorted and shook your head. "No, they didn't do that." Your words slurred. "My Uber, I tried getting one but my phone died, after, it sent." You sigh and look down at your phone, then slowly turn your head. Your eyes met his. He had an alluring mix of green and blue eyes, they reminded you of marbles.

König stared up at you, watching you stare back. Then he spoke. "Come home with me, I'll take care of you." At this point, he knows he has you. Your eyes locked on his,half lidded and unmoving. There was a faint scent of arousal on you, but he decided he wouldn't fuck you. Some kind of guilt washed over him as he stared at you. Such a beautiful person who was alone, abandoned.

But then you looked away and hummed. "No thanks."

What the hell.

He stared at you dumbfoundly, watching as you let out a long yawn. You rejected him?? After he hypnotized you?

Maybe he didn't then? Did his hypnosis not work for some reason? He looked around, stood up and walked to a group of people. He pulled a guy aside quickly, ignoring his protests and looked him in the eyes. The guy froze and König spoke, "Go and punch that stranger."

The man turned and found the person, another male who was bigger than himself and right hooked him. The other man angrily punched back without hesitation, and a fight began to break out. Slowly, König's head turned towards you. You were clumsily standing up, and walking away. He watched then decided to follow behind you quickly.

So you were immune? Were you perhaps, also a vampire? König stopped you, standing in front of you and grabbing your face. "Hold still." He moved your lips and looked at your teeth. He stared, but your teeth shape didn't suggest fangs. They were normal. You groaned in annoyance and slapped his hands away.

"Let go of me you creep!" You shook your head but paused when he grabbed your face again. You looked up at König and he was staring you down intensely. As he did, you felt a slight headache surge through your head and you cringe. It happened before when you looked at him but you chalked it off as too much booze, not enough water.

"Come home with me." He said, more like demanded again, and you reached into your pocket.

"No!" You pull out your pepper spray and let rip across his eyes. He screamed and groaned, wiping them while you began to run back towards the club. He watched, the sting was already gone and his confusion was only intensified. You made it inside and shakily asked the bartender for help, who did so in a flash. They offered water and if you wanted to call the police but you denied the last, going with their first offer.

You were brought home, after getting your phone charged a little, you phoned your roommate and explained how you were attacked kind of. When you got back to your shared apartment, your roommate was outside waiting, with a gun.

You snorted, still in your buzzed state as you walked inside with her. "That guy is long gone, put the glock away." She seemed uneasy and started asking you dozens of questions.

You tried to give your full account of everything, but you were tired. You mentioned you kept getting a little headache but it was gone now. Then you mentioned how the man pulled at your lips to look at your teeth, which you were laughing about. Why was that so funny?

But your roommate looked terrified. You stopped laughing and calmly explained that you had the whole thing handled, and she nodded slowly. She helped you to bed and told you she'd need to talk with you in the morning. You thought you'd be getting a lecture of some kind, and you groaned at the thought.

As you drifted to sleep, you failed to notice the lurking figure looking at you through your 3rd story window.

((Lmk if y'all want more. Mama will provide 🧑‍🍳))

🥺He's the only one that makes my day. Someone draw him as a human rn

Just saw your König at the beach drawings and I’m impressed! Your concept of body language is super awesome, I still struggle a lot with poses even after 10+ years of drawing! The tiny changes make a lot, keep it up! 👍

You're very sweet lol thank you. What I do is I ask my brothers or my dad to pretend to be doing something and I just try to draw how their muscles or limbs are shaped. References are friends, not foes! Thank you again!

So I thought I'd share this picture I drew of König at the beach where a bunch of kids keep asking him to throw them in the water because the man is huge. And I got this idea from a tiktok video but I cannot find them. It was basically if the whole 141 plus other COD characters had a beach day and how they'd act, and I think the first slides was about Soap finding seaweed and whipping people with it.

I drew this photo but the original idea is not mine. Please don't steal my drawing, I'm super proud of it.

Here is my hoard

Works compiled:

RecomMiles x FemReader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Invisible Man x FemReader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

König x Fem!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Baby Fever König

<3𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒<3 <3Part Two<3

Vampire!König x Human!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A Fly on the Wall (Ghoap x reader)

Part 1

Murderer! Simon x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Idea Post

Soon to come...

Random Simon Stuff

Texting

Simon x college reader fluff

Simon x college reader fluff (reversed)

College Student Simon x Tutor! Reader(smut)

Simon the bully (your bf)

Oneshots:

Monster!König x Vet!Reader: Pt.1 , Pt.2 , Pt. 3, Pt. 4

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Monster!König x Reader pt.2

You guys liked the first one so I'll keep going.

Warnings: tentacles, curse words. Mate mention

M!König: Who left a bundle of fish wrapped in seaweed for you one day in front of the veterinarian building. Which the desk workers stumbled upon first, with no note. So they were disgusted by it and threw it away before you could see it. And König was pissed.

M!König: Who had to catch more fish but this time, he hand delivered it to you. He made his way into the vet once again and glared down at the desk worker, specifically the one who threw away that perfectly good batch of fish.

M!König: Who, when he saw you, presented the fish once again. It was dripping on the floor, the seaweed bundle. You smiled wearily and took the fish, looking over the different kinds. You thanked him and promised you'd eat all of them, even mentioning you favored one fish species that was caught in the bundle. "I know some good recipes for these."

M!König: Who... couldn't stop staring at you. Something was clicking in his head, something he really liked. He felt his tentacles beneath his hood stir and his eyes widened a bit at the realization. When it became quiet in the lobby, you asked quietly if you could look him over to see if he was healing properly. He nodded and followed you to your office once again. Once you two were alone and he lifted his hood, you put your gloves on and reached up, moving some of the tentacles aside.

M!König: Who was deeply embarrassed when his tentacles wrapped around your hands, more than last time. He said nothing. You commented that he was healing amazingly. Without muttering a word he pulled his hood back down and left the vet. You watched, confused and missing a glove because his tentacles wouldn't let go.

M!König: Who just fucked himself over by x10. It was only meant as a thank you, but when you happily took the bundle, stating you liked the fish?? He swallowed thickly and covered his eyes. He had to ignore this, the urge to take you as his mate. You were a human, he was not, this wouldn't work. Not that he knows for sure. But the urge to give you more, to provide and show you that he could be a good mate..it's not going away.

M!König: Who felt the funny glove taste in his mouth still and pulled the glove out from his tentacles. He stared at the blue piece of latex, thoughts bubbling in his mind, but he ultimately threw the glove away, his face red.

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Vet!Reader: Who washed all the fish and wrapped them in something more sanitary to bring them home later. You'd be spending the slow parts of the day looking up other recipes for the other fish.

Vet!Reader: Who got playfully teased because the 'scary fisherman' was trying to court them. You'd only grin, looking away and typing on your phone. You then got curious and began to do some broad research on tentacle face people. And frowned when something called The Call of Cthulhu popped up, but you saved it to read for later. Maybe it could tell you more about your friend König.

Monster!König x reader One shot(?)

A/n: I've always liked the one where König has hidden tentacles that sneak out from under his hood, but I've seen art and ideas where he can just make more tentacles appear from all over?? So this one is going to be (for now) just tentacles from under the hood. And I still don't know if it's called one shots or head cannons but you'll see it down below. Please leave a comment to correct me

Warnings: fishing hook injury, tentacles.

M!König: Who lives in a deep, vast lake across the highway from what he assumed was a hospital. The equipment and medicines used there smelled the same but it didn't bother him. So long as they didn't pollute in his lake, he wasn't bothered by them.

M!König: Who one day was trying to eat a fish he caught until his tentacles snagged itself deep on a fishing hook that he didn't see. It wasn't the first time he's had fish hooks tangle in his tentacles but this time he feared he couldn't get it out, alone.

M!König: Who begrudgingly decided he would pretend to be human and go to the hospital across the highway. As said before, he's dealt with a hook before, but this one hurt, a lot. Almost as bad as the time he got shot by hunters. Maybe that was being dramatic though.

M!König: Who put on some fisherman clothes he stole a long time ago, his hood, and tucked his tentacles away enough to look human. When he walked inside, he noticed everyone had a dog with them. Weird. It sent his insticts off, reminding him of hunting dogs. Some of them growled lowly at him, but they were all different sizes and breeds. He could easily take them.

M!König: Who didn't get too many weird looks. He marched up to the counter and demanded a doctor. The desk worker looked confused, and intimidated, he thought. When she asked if he wanted to make an appointment, he shook his head and stated he needed help now.

M!König: Who was getting frustrated when she started asking about any pets he had. She sensed his frustrations so she called a 'doctor' over to speak with him. That's when you appeared. You had gentle eyes, and a softer voice, but at the moment he couldn't care less. You walked him into a separate room and asked what was the problem.

M!König: Who explained he had a fish hook stuck in his face, (kind of) and he needed it removed. That's when you explained that this was not a hospital, it was the vet; a place where people bring their sick animals/pets. He was quiet for a moment and thought, it's close enough, right? When you asked to see it anyways, he happily showed you.

M!König: Who, when he showed you, watched your eyes widen. His tentacles unravel themselves to show you where the hook was. You were a little pale, he noticed. You had stepped closer and asked if it were alright to touch his... tentacles? He wasn't stupid, he knew this was not ordinary for humans but he allowed you.

M!König: Who felt your gloved fingers gently move aside his tentacles. Some unconsciously wrapped around your fingers and he apologized softly for that. You announced that, you could numb the area and pry the hook out, but it will need time to heal. He wanted it removed immediately so he agreed with your diagnosis. It didn't take long until you were able to pull the hook out with a proud smile. König felt immediate relief and he thanked you.

M!König: Asked what he must do to repay you, but you shook your head and explained that this was a 'special case' and you were happy to help. When you asked what he was, stating that clearly he wasn't human, he responded with, "König." You gave him your name as well and you didn't ask any more questions. So he left, but he knew he must repay you somehow.

I don't know if I'm good at making head cannon, or is it one shots? Where it goes like:

Monster! Character!: who doesn't enjoy this and that but does twiddle in a little bit of chess

But I wanna make one about monster König and a veterinarian reader that he mistakes as a doctor, but they help out all the same.

Stay tuned. Also let me know if anyone else has some something similar so I'm not accidentally copying or something.

Invisible Man x Reader pt. 3

I'm tired, I'm a little drunk. I finished my first year of college. And I'm hungry. I'm sorry t took so long.

Warnings: mentions of poison, mentions of suicide by drinking (nothing serious) slight mention of past abuse (you'd have to squint), some drinking, male masturbation, mentions of sex.

Minors DNI, everyone else, enjoy :)

~~~Read under the cut~~~

You turned on your side and kept your eyes closed. Breathe in, breathe out. Again. Then you sigh. You weren’t able to sleep, and being in an unfamiliar old room wasn’t helping. Griffin wasn’t wrong when he said the room hadn’t been used in years. You could see dust particles floating about the moment he opened the door. It was an old bedroom, with a dresser, a vanity, and a large bed. All covered in dust. You made a face when he first showed it to you. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you grabbed a duster and a broom. It was 11 o’clock at night when you finished cleaning, but you were satisfied.

After Griffin brought you some of his clothes to sleep in, you thanked him and wished him a good night. He did the same and retreated into his bedroom. You got dressed, giggling at yourself for wearing even more men’s clothes, then got into the dust-free bed. The blankets were cool and fluffy, and the extra pillows on the bed made you feel as if you were lying upon the clouds. So, you lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Your fingers twisted at the fabric on your chest, and you inhaled to sigh but paused. Your eyes scan the shirt; then slowly, you lift it to your nose. You take a small sniff, and your nostrils are greeted with the faint scent of soapy sage wood and musk.

You blink, feeling how hot your face became. You sniff again, then let go of the shirt quickly; the fabric settles on your chest. How perverted you must seem right now! You close your eyes and frown as guilt begins to worm its way into your chest. Guilt for taking Griffin’s clothes, his room (even though he said he’s never used it), and guilt for leaving your fiancé all alone to cook and clean for himself. You open your eyes again and stare up. No, you knew it wasn’t guilt that made you think of your fiancé. It was fear, but you wished it was guilt. You silently wished that you could play the role of a good wife, like he said earlier. Your mother would have scolded you, should she be living in the same town. But your father? You smile softly, knowing he would probably knock the teeth out of your fiancé for ever hurting you.

You missed your parents terribly You knew moving to a larger city would be a challenge, especially for a single woman with no great status. You met with Johnathan, the son of your mother’s friend. He offered you a residence and food if you married him. And, of course, that sounded like a dream come true! And John was sweet, most of the time. But it didn’t sit right with you. Staying in that house and doing nothing all day except clean and cook and occasionally birth a child. You frowned again, looking away from the ceiling.

Then you met Griffin. The albino man who works with chemicals, solutions, poisons, and antidotes. He didn’t see you as a future housewife or mother, he saw you as an extra pair of hands that could be taught. You remember when you asked him why he allowed you to work with him. He looked over at you, still visible at the time. He had handsome features when his face wasn’t scrunched up in annoyance. Even despite his pale nature, he was beautiful. “You’re a capable human being with the same brain as a man. It’s ridiculous that some must be antagonized because of one’s gender. Women have gone to war, and hunted, why should I care…” He looked away and hummed. “You’re smarter than most men and women I’ve met anyway, I think that earns you a place as my research assistant, wouldn’t you agree?”

A smile graces your lips as you recall the memory. He’s been nothing but kind to you. He hasn’t yelled at you for breaking a vile, or sneered at you for cooking something he didn’t like. Though it’s rare to receive praise from the man, but you didn’t mind. He would speak up about something he didn’t like. One time you cooked a beef stew when it was cold out, and he ate two bowls worth. He left all the carrots inside the bowl however, then admitted that he hated carrots. So, you don’t cook with them anymore. Another time, you were cleaning the inside of a beaker, and he suggested a different way of cleaning and drying them, so your fingerprints didn’t stain the glass.

You sit up slowly and throw the blankets from your body. You decided you would go and drink a glass of water, hoping somehow that would help you sleep. Carefully you move across the floor and towards the door. Once you open it and peek outside, you spot Griffin’s door already open. You look towards the stairs, and you spot a faint light flickering below. Being careful not to make a sound, you head for the stairs and make your way down. In the lab, the light was brighter. A candle was lit and sitting on the counter, around the way was a headless and handless body. You watched for a moment as he moved, and you could notice when he turned his head by the way the collar of his shirt would bend.

You cross your arms and stand at the entranceway of the lab. “Griffin.” Your voice was soft but it didn’t stop him from jumping in surprise. His body turned towards you and he set down a book he was looking over. “I see you can’t sleep either.”

“Apologies if I disturbed your sleep.” He stretched his back then looked down at his desk. “I’ve discovered I can’t sleep without a blind on; my eyelids are invisible, so I see right through them. I’ve also discovered I don’t quite like sleeping with a blind on.” He sighed in annoyance. You took a seat across from him at the table.

“You didn’t disturb me. I suppose I couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts in my head. Worrying thoughts.” You look at the shirt, then let your eyes wander up to look at the invisible mass, where you know a pair of eyes are studying you. “I thought maybe a glass of water might help.”

A short ‘hmph’ sounded from his throat and he stood up. “I’ll join you. You know what they say really helps you to sleep? A glass of whiskey.” He walks to the kitchen with his candlestick leading the way. A smile forms on your lips and you tilt your head.

“You have whiskey? I didn’t know you indulged in that type of alcohol.” You follow him into the kitchen as you hear him mutter.

“I own one bottle of whiskey, a gift from an old friend. However, I also own a bottle of wine, also a gift. I only indulge when I think I’ve deserved some.” He opens a cabinet and takes out a beautiful-looking bottle of whiskey. “Or for a special occasion. Both don’t happen often.” He looks over the bottle, then looks at you. “Care for a taste?”

Your nose scrunched and you gave a nervous smile. “I’ve heard terrible things about whiskey. Like how disgusting it is…and how violent people become…” Your smile falters, and he notices. His thoughts carry to your fiancé’s drinking habits.

“I can assure you that it’s not the alcohol that makes you violent, it’s the person that acts upon it themselves.” He looks over the whiskey and then at you. “And I promise that one drink will not get you drunk.”

You weigh over the idea, knowing you’ve never had whiskey before but have heard a lot about it. “All right, I’ll try a little bit.” Griffin takes out two glasses and sets them down. He opens the whiskey, and you realize he’s never opened it before tonight. As he’s pouring, you ask, “Whiskey is a Scottish drink, correct?”

“Correct.” He closes the alcohol and puts it away. “The man that gifted it to me, traveled to Scotland himself and picked this up at a shop. He told me Scott’s drink as if the world is ending tomorrow.” As he handed you the glass of alcohol, he hummed and mumbled. “He warned me this stuff was strong.” He raises his glass, and you stare at him. He then reaches over to grab your hand holding your own glass, lifting it up as well, before tapping his glass against yours. “Cheers. Now you say cheers as well.”

A little laugh bubbles out of your throat and you grin. “Cheers.” You tap your glass against his and then watch as Griffin drinks his whiskey. The alcohol runs down his throat and you watch it disappear within his shirt. You then do the same, taking a drink of your whiskey as if it were water. A big mistake. You cough and cover your mouth, shaking your head. “Oh God what is that?” You could feel the whiskey literally burning your nose and throat. And somehow, it felt hot as it slid down.

You hear a mixture of coughing and laughter from across you. Griffin was covering his mouth with his sleeve, and he was doubled over. “I’m sorry, I guess I should have warned you…”

“It burns, is that normal?” You cough again and head to the sink for some water. “Am I allergic to this?”

Griffin chuckled again, a deep sound that you weren’t familiar with. You weren’t sure if it was the whiskey or him that sent goosebumps up your back. “That’s normal. I should have explained it better to you.” He finished the rest of his drink while you drank water from your cupped hand.

“How do people enjoy this? It tastes like poison, literal burning poison. At least I imagine that’s what it tastes like.” You turn the sink off and glare down at the cup of whiskey still sitting in your cup.

“It is poison. And many choose to drink it for different reasons. To get drunk, or to relax, to get tired. Or to slowly kill themselves. A bottle at a time.” He walks to the sink and places the cup down. “You don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to. But a tip for drinking any alcohol, except wine, is to drink it fast. Let it run straight down the throat. Wine is for flavor, this is not.”

You take in his words carefully. Licking your lips, you take the glass in your hands, quickly throw the drink back, and attempt to ‘let it run straight down.’ It does, however, still burn going down. And once again, it warms your throat and chest as you swallow it. You let out another cough and push the drink away once again. “I’m done…” You coughed again but Griffin could see a little smile on your face.  

            He took both glasses and set them down in the sink. You turn to try washing them, but Griffin stops you with a hand on your back. “No need for that tonight. Go back to bed and try getting some sleep.”

            You frown and stare at the clothes that float before you. “I’ll try, but…I’m still worried.”

            “About what?” He questions you, still standing beside you with his hand resting on your lower back.

            You sigh softly. “Well…what if we can’t find a cure for you? You’ll just be invisible forever? And what about my fiancé? What if he comes in the morning with the police, o-or he tries breaking in?”

            “There’s a cure for everything, even if we haven’t found it yet. It will take some time, is all. And I have plenty of time. As for your fiancé, I’m sure he’s fallen asleep in some drunken stupor…if he tries breaking in, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.” You failed to notice the change in his voice when he admits this.

            You nod slowly, your eyes staring down at his shirt. His words helped only a little, and he seems to realize this. “It all feels like a massive burden on you, Griffin.”

            Warm, gentle hands touched your chin, lifting your face up so you looked up at the nothing that sat upon his shoulders. Once he had your eyes, he took your hands in his. “You’ve called yourself a burden twice now. I’ll not allow it a third time. You’ve done more good for me in this house than I’ve done for myself in years. I want no more talk of this, understand?” When you nod, he hums, and you think he nods back. “Good. Scientists like you and I shouldn’t doubt or worry. It’s not good for the brain.”

            A smile grows on your lips, and you tilt your head. “I’m a scientist now?”

            Griffin was quiet as he thought over his words, then he cleared his throat. “No, not yet. I could give you a test to see if you’re smart enough to be one. Not that you’d fail, I should have taught you everything I know by now.” He started mumbling. “Have I taught you everything? Perhaps I should have taken note…” His fingers were rubbing your hand, and you held back a giggle. You felt lighter and giddy. A little dizzy.

            “I’ll take any test you give me.” You grin. “I want to be a scientist.”

            “I can have that arranged.” He pauses before quickly letting go of your hands. He clears his throat once again. “You should go to bed now, I’m sure the alcohol is calming your system.”

            You give a small nod before walking to the stairs. You turn your head to the kitchen and smile softly. “Goodnight Griffin.” With that, you carefully climb the stairs and smile to yourself, finding the task to be funnier than it should be. And once you hit the bed, your mind seems to swim in bliss that wasn’t there before. Butterflies in your stomach and a head stuck in the clouds, it seemed. You think briefly that this was, in fact, the alcohol. Then you remember Griffin’s words and how he was holding your hand, and you let out another giggle followed by a yawn. Lulling you to sleep was the faint scent of his shirt, and when you finally slept, it felt like your body and mind were able to rest for the first time in forever.

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            He watches you leave the kitchen, knowing now that you were tipsy from one drink. It was too much, and he knew it; shame on you for almost wasting the small woman, he scolded himself. Once you are back in your room, he walks slowly to the lab and pauses. His mind kept wandering back to you. Your chin in his hand, how you looked up at him when there was nothing there. The soft touch of your hands in his. An invisible hand runs through invisible hair while Griffin lets out a deep sigh. What was happening to him? He was drunk, that’s the only logical answer. And with that logical answer, he knew he should go to his room and sleep.

            He walks upstairs, his eyes glancing at the door of your room. He walks inside his own room and shuts the door. Walking to bed, his mind wanders to his work, about his invisibility tests and blood samples. He’s yet to do a semen sample. His mind wanders for a moment, asking himself if it was appropriate to do such a thing after what just occurred. A grunt leaves his throat, and he gets up to find a clear test pallet. After laying down on the bed, he adjusts himself, imagining anything to arouse him. Using the long sleeve of his shirt, he covers his eyes to better imagine. He’s never had sex, but he’s witnessed it before, as well as read about it in a book that generously came with pictures. His pants become tighter, and he lets out a deep breath, palming himself.

            Griffin has done this before, plenty of times. He has needs like everyone else. But he usually never has the time to do so. He’ll imagine the photos from the books, combined with the sounds he’s heard from the couple that decided to fuck in the middle of a bar. His hand takes out his cock, slowly stroking it while his imagination played out. You appear in his head (almost immediately) and his hand slows to a stop, but he feels a shiver of delight run down his spine. This is sick, he thought to himself. You smiled at him, your legs straddling his hips while wearing his clothes. And then you had no pants on, sitting against his length bare. A shaky breath leaves his lips, and his grip tightens for a second.

            You said his name, in that soft voice you use on him. It drives him wild. How dare you use something so simple to enrapture him like this? His hand strokes faster as he imagines your eyes, staring up at him. When he lifted your chin, you’d look at him, and how your lips parted when you did. He groans and bites his lip. He imagines where he would take you. In his bed, of course. To have you lay down against his bed sheets, looking up at him with soft eyes, caused a moan to escape his throat. He wanted you in his tub as well, water be damned. He wanted to make a mess. Having you on top of him, riding his length while water splashed out of the sides. And he couldn’t begin to imagine the beautiful noises you’d make for him.

            His back arched and he groaned as he came, his hips bucking into his hand while his head tilted back in pleasure. He spilled across himself, panting as he tried calming down. He realized his first mistake; he didn’t use the damn pallet. His sample was all over his chest. His next mistake was the thoughts he just used to pleasure himself. You.

How perverted he must seem right now, he thought regrettably.

Sheesh

Damn I cannot wait to stop writing essays about educational topics so I can write essays about nasty sweaty monster porn.

How's everyone doing on this fine 4/20?

My stupid update.

Cons: I'm about to start college. I got my heart broken in a stupid way that was kind of my fault. And I'm broke as hell.

Pros:

I'm making friends I think. My brother is taking me to eat pho and I'm starting college(Paleontology).

So, I don't think I'm gonna update for a while which isn't a shocker but I'm just letting you guys know now. Honestly I'm hoping for some hot guy to whisk me away and treat me like a queen but this is real life not booktok. I'm sorry for everyone that was reading my stuff and wanted more updates but I can't do it. At least not right now.

Thank you everyone who left kind messages and comments, and again I'm sorry. Wish me luck, I start classes Monday and FAFSA isn't paying for any of my shit🥲

Konig x FemReader Pt. 2

Bing bong, I'm gonna post Konig's pov in a few...I'm gonna try updating some other fics first so gimme a few.

Warnings: Little bit of violence, mentions of 'implied' rape. Knife use, some blood description. And spit. *wink*

Again, I used Bing to translate so if its patchy then I am sorry.

Enjoy<3

So, you weren't dead yet. But damn did you wish you were. You woke up to the sound of screaming coming from other rooms. However when you opened your eyes, you were met with a dark fabric over your eyes. There was a bag over your head, and after pulling at your arms you found you were also restrained to a chair.

Lovely, you thought bitterly.

You just close your eyes and focus on the sounds around you. There were some people speaking, sometimes yelling. You couldn't make out what they were saying but you were positive it wasn't in English. However, the pained screams and pleas that followed definitely sounded English.

You could hear footsteps as well, but you didn't know if you wanted them knowing you were awake yet. You won't get anywhere if you kept playing opossum, you knew that much. But you also knew that whatever was going to happen to you was inevitable unless you found a way to escape wherever you were.

As if on que, you heard footsteps walking your way. You listened as they got closer before eventually pausing. Your head was still tilted down so it looked as if you were unconscious.

"Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus?" Your eyebrows furrowed at the recognition of that voice. Your head tilted up and you hear a soft 'aah'. Before he could speak again you spoke up instead.

"If this is the same guy that attacked me in that building, you're gonna need to get a translator cause I don't know what the hell you're saying." You raise your head some more as you hear the protest whining of an old door hinge. Then those heavy footsteps came closer to you. You sat up as straight as you could.

An amused chuckle made your skin break out in goosebumps. He paused in front of you and you could hear him doing something. When he spoke again, his voice was below you. He was kneeling down in front of you.

"I know English. Do not worry Fräulein. Did you rest well?" You grit your teeth at his question.

"You mean that concussion you gave me? Wonderful. The chair I woke up tied to? Oh, and the bag over my head was such a nice touch." You couldn't help the bitter sarcasm spewing from your lips. You were in a shitty situation and you were scared. There wasn't much else you could do to mask it.

The man before you let out a little chuckle again. You jumped as you felt the bag being ripped off your head. Your eyes had to adjust to the lighting even though it was pretty dim. You blink and feel your skin grow cold at the sight of him before you. He was still wearing that hood, and his eyes were still as chilling as they were before.

"So sassy. Tell me, are you scared Fräulein?" He drops the bag on the floor and stands up to his full height. "I could imagine the things that are running through your little head." His hand found the side of your cheek and you pulled your head away from his touch. He tisked at your little action, letting his hand fall behind your neck and graze across your skin.

"You should have killed me when you had the chance." Your voice was low, threatening but not as menacing as you hoped. "Because when I get free of these restraints, I'm going to kill you myself."

"Ah well," He laughed, having to pause before he continued. "Will you? Really?" He suddenly had your throat in his grip, making you tilt your head up to look at him with a gasp. "You could have let me die in that building, yes? That helicopter crash could have killed me, maybe wounded me. You had enough time to jump out the way but-" He squeezes your throat and inches closer to you. "You saved me instead. Why?"

He finally let's go of your throat and you gasp for air, glaring at him as he finally settles in front of you. He kneels in front of you so he could get a better view of you. You hold his stare for maybe thirty seconds. He was very patient. You finally looked away, his gaze was heavy, but curious. Not to mention his eyes...

"I don't know." You answer slowly and sitting back in your chair. "I-" you went to answer but closed your mouth. "Look I don't know, force of habit to help teammates I guess?"

"I am not one of your teammates." He chimes in quickly.

"Yeah I know that! I don't know why I saved your sorry ass! Maybe I didn't want your blood splattering on me and ruining my clothes!" You glanced at your lap and you froze. "Where's my uniform?" You just noticed you were wearing what looked like loose jogging pants. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your shirt. It was a large loose grey shirt.

"Oh yes, I changed them. You had lots of pockets, lots of hiding spots. I didn't want you pulling a weapon out of nowhere." He laughed and reached behind him. He pulls out your pocketknife. The one you stabbed into his thigh before running. "Dein kleines Messer." He smiled and opened it.

You watched carefully, feeling your heartbeat picking up. The thought of this fuck changing you and seeing you nude made your heart sink but you had bigger problems now. You couldn't help the line that spilled out. "Oh I was wondering where I left that."

He laughed a dry little laugh, tilting his head up at you and twirling it slowly. "I should return it. Ja?"

He held the knife up and you knew exactly what he was about to do and you yelled quickly. "No don't!" You squeezed your eyes shut but never felt the knife make contact with your skin. You look and see the knife tip hovering above the fabric of the pants.

"Ah you're right, I wouldn't want to have to change your pants again." You made a face at his remark. He was smirking, you just knew he was. "The first ones were hard to get off." He instead brings the knife up to your lips, pressing the tip of the blade to your lips. "I should repay you for those wounds you gave me. But it can wait."

You kept still as the knife slowly drags across your lips. "Yeah, and who knows what fucking blood diseases you have hidden on that knife-" He suddenly sliced your bottom lip, making you cry out in shock. You already tasted the blood spreading across your tongue. Your eyebrows furrow together and you look up at him. "Great now I have it too."

"You do not know when to quit talking." He was observing the blood on the knife. "I will fix that soon." He looks at you, and you can see the smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

You smiled back.

Then you spit the blood that had pooled in your mouth onto his face and mask. He yelled something in German and you laughed. He stood up quickly and used the end of his foot to tip your chair back. Your eyes widened as it tilted and you stare up at him. He scoffs and pushes the chair back with force. You fell back with a thud, groaning slightly. Then you laughed and let your head lay against the concrete floor beneath the chair.

"I should have my men come here and teach you a lesson." He hissed while walking up to you. "I'll enjoy hearing your cries for mercy." He puts his boot on your chest and presses down.

"Oh?" You coughed out, trying to keep your voice steady. "What's your name? So I'll know what to scream for you- fuck!" You groan as he pressed his foot down harder. He growled as he turned his body, walking away from your tied self. You thought he was leaving but never heard the door close.

"I will be back, and I will not be so sweet next time." You heard the door close again. You were left on the floor in a dark room. There was a little bit of light streaming in through an open window on the door. Other than that, the room looked like an old-fashioned prison cell. You started twisting your body. You flip the chair that was on its back to lay on its side. You began to slowly twist your hands and try to find a loose strap in your restraints.

⁘Translations⁘

Bist du schon wach, kleine Maus? - Are you awake yet, little mouse?

Fräulein - Miss

Dein kleines Messer. - Your little knife.

Ja? - Yes?