Making Some Aesthetics!

“The guys would get so into it, and then one of them would make a mistake, and - boom - break. They would be fine. Laughing, everything else. Boom - seconds later they were back into it. And this would go on for hours and hours every day.”

I mean...

I like all of them- Like, Anakin is delicious, and Vader can choke the heck outta me-

Just me?

Okay.

Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader are not two different people.

Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are not two separate people.

Sometimes your fav is just a bitch, who kills younglings, and needs to be held accountable for that.

Jim Hopper SFW alphabet <3

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hopper will only show true affection when the two of you are alone. Sure, he may put an arm around you or give you a quick kiss in public, but he never does anything over the top, or major.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Hopper is the kind of friend that would try and protect you at all costs if you were very close, but you'd also have to remind him to take a little bit of time for himself as well.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hopper actuality loves cuddling. Again, only when the two of you are alone. He won't admit it, but you cuddling up to him on he sofa is one of the best feelings in the world. He adores settling down with you with a bag of popcorn and a movie.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Hopper can cook basic things. He can't cook you a full three course meal, but he can make simple things like breakfast. As for cleaning, he only cleans when he feels like cleaning. He doesn't live in his own mess, but he doesn't clean every day either.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he had to end it, most likely he'd be rather blunt about it. Well, he'd try to show emotion, but he wouldn't let you down slowly either. He'd hope the two of you can still be friends, even after the breakup.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)

In all honesty, he's a little reluctant to anything like that. He'd be a little scared to commit to something, and probably wouldn't find himself proposing. If you proposed, he'd tell you that he needs a few days to think about it first.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

He's only properly gentle when he knows the cause of your distress is him. He will obviously try and comfort you when you are upset for another reason, but when it's him.. he lets that really sink in. Then he feels guilty. And he will make a whole speech of an apology for you.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

He doesn't hug you that much. Again, he will be down for cuddles on the sofa, but hugs just feel too short... too pointless, for him.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

Slowly. It takes him a while to even warm uo to you, the man has a whole facade around him, but when he finally begins to trust you... he will say the 'L' word. Give him time.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Hopper isn't usually the jealous type, but if he sees someone else getting a little too up close and personal with you, or cive versa, he certainly won't be happy. He'll probably kiss you and get grabby with you to make a point, and then take you home, apologise, and cuddle on the sofa.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Hopper's kisses are usually brief- and again, he will only give proper kisses when you're alone. He'll kiss you goodbye at the door, on the cheek, but in the heat of passion he will kiss you on the lips.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

He's... 50/50 when it comes to kids. Sometimes he can be the most loving, affectionate father you have ever seen. Others... not so much. He simply doesn't know how to properly care and nurture a child, especially young ones. If they aren't doing what they are told, he may try to resort to yelling to get his point across.

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

On weekdays, when Hopper is working, he will usually get up early and be out of the house before you wake. He will leave you breakfast on the table though, that sometimes comes with a little note of affection. On weekends, mornings are... slow. And affectionate. You will both warm each other up because you are so close together, and it will sometimes last a few hours before one of you has to get up thanks to hunger.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually just the two of you waiting to see which of you will go to sleep first. Eventually though, he will turn out the lights and pull you into his chest as you doze off together.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

Only in arguments or quiet moments when you are opening up to him. Out of the anger of an argument, he will begin to tell you random bits about his life that he regrets later.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Very easily. This man's fuse is very low. If something doesn't quite go his way, he will be grumpy, and if that continues, he will become snappy and shouty.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

He remebers what he needs to. You know, your birthday, your anniversary, ect, but occasionally you will tell him something and he will forget for the longest time, but when something regarding that topic comes back up again, he will remember.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

Probably when the two of you had your first proper date. It was actually on the sofa, you in his arms, a movie on the screen as you fed each other popcorn.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Very protective. Someone threatens you? They're done. Someone hurts you? They're practically dead.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

He does try. He really, really does. He wants to be better, for you. But he finds it so difficult. No matter how many times he asks someone how to be... affectionate, like a normal person would, he can't seem to wrap his head around it. At all.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Smoking, drinking. He smokes a lot. Especially after a long day of work.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He isn't overly concerned. He knows he looks good in whatever he wears, so he wears whatever is at hand. Of course, he does have some fashion sense. He won't go out wearing colours that contradict each other.

W- Whole. (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He won't admit it, but... yes. He would. He'd miss you to pieces, but he won't ever talk about it. Not even to himself.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

The two of you once went rowing together. It was rather romantic, until he leaned in for a kiss and the both of you fell in the river. At first, he was pretty mad at himself, but then you seemed to be laughing, and so he did too. It was a fun night.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Cocky or persistent people. That's it. They just... anger him.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)

He doesn't really have a sleep schedule. He'll sleep when he feels like it. When he does sleep, it's very difficult to wake him back up again. He'll also use you as a teddy bear.

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Surprise // Silco x M!Reader

This is a special little oneshot - for the amazing @rey-is-not-a-skywalker

Summary: Silco has noticed some of your recent behaviours, so gives you a little surprise

Warnings: It's nothing graphic, it's just rather specifically tailored! partially uncharacteristically soft silco - lots of tension with Sevika. Detailed but also... not detailed?

Words: 2.6K

Notes:  Unfortunately something is wrong with my Tumblr right now - it's going through long phases of not letting me save drafts and/or post. I've submitted tickets but the first one said there wasn't anything wrong (from a couple weeks ago) and the most recent one hasn't gotten a response yet. I appreciate all of your patience <3 My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

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Silco had always had a bit of a soft spot for you. At first, he tried to hide it, but here were ways in which you could tell; you'd be the only one he'd offer a drink to at a meeting, his eyes would linger on you for a moment too long every so often, and the mere fact that you worked for him were all signs that some way, somehow, you had wormed your way into his seemingly cold, dead heart. The first to notice was of course, his right hand, Sevika. At first she thought it was merely strange, but then she started to get downright suspicious. First the child he had taken under his wing, and now... You. The child, for the most part, stayed out of Sevika's way, even when spending time with Silco. She could deal with that. But you, you were never too far from Silco - you were practically on display. The man made sure that he always had an excuse on hand to keep you close - preferably within his line of sight. You didn't seem to notice the special attention you always got from the man, but Sevika did. To her, it was akin to a giant flashing neon sign above your head. Though part of her was indeed happy that Silco had finally started to feel emotions strongly enough to care for someone again, another part of her was simply boiling at the prospect. Not out of jealousy, but more out of sheer impracticality. This was not the time to fall in love. Not when everything between Zaun and Piltover was at a head - when Silco needed to keep a close eye on his very calculated moves concerning Topside. The last thing he - or anyone else involved - needed, was a distraction.

But to Silco, the kind of distraction you were giving him wasn't the kind that would be the end of his operation - at least in his eyes. To him, you were giving him a break from the rest of the world, some peace that he had needed for what had now become many years. It was a kind of peace that made him feel almost normal, that for those brief moments, he could pretend that perhaps he had a better life; friends, perhaps a small family, a proper home. This little daydream of his never usually lasted for long, but he wished it would at times.

After about three weeks of Silco's unusual behaviour concerning you, Sevika had reached her boiling point. She couldn't deal with this situation without answers anymore. So, storming up the corridor towards Silco's study, she had a purpose. She was going to get to the bottom of this little mystery, she knew that much. Several scenarios were playing through her mind as she reached the door, flinging it open with such strength that it almost put a hole in the wall. Silco immediately looked up, glaring at the intruder. Even after realising that it was only Sevika, his gaze didn't waver. It seemed that the woman had interrupted whatever goings-on had been happening in the room, and Silco was not happy about it. Silco put down the small objects he had been fiddling with, raising his undamaged brow at the woman. "And what is the meaning of this?" He asked, his voice starting to drip with venom. "We need to... discuss something." Sevika replied, choosing her words very carefully. She didn't want to anger Silco, but she knew that she was already on her way to that eventuality. "Do we really? Well, last time I checked, people typically knock at my door before entering." He glanced to the corner of the room mid-sentence. "It's alright, you don't need to be afraid... You just keep playing..." A small smile plays on his lips as he speaks to you, sat in the corner, happily amusing yourself. Silco's gaze span back to Sevika, becoming cold once more. "Sit down." The woman didn't argue, sitting herself in the uncomfortable - albeit allegedly padded - chair on the other side of Silco's desk. "What exactly is this about?" Silco asked, brushing away the pieces of clutter he had been fiddling with a few minutes prior. Sevika stayed quiet for a moment too long, and it wore Silco's patience thin very quickly. "Well?" He snapped impatiently. "We need to talk about... Him." Sevika's gaze briefly flitted to you, and Silco's eyes narrowed. He wasn't liking where this was going. "What about him?" Silco's tone was cold, almost accusatory. It held an unsaid 'choose your next words very carefully'. Though Sevika was undeniably a valuable asset to his operation, he was not opposed to disciplining her if she dared to speak ill of you. Sevika fell silent again at this. How was she going to put this without royally pissing him off? "I just think..." She began, but soon trailed off as she watched Silco's slender hands slowly ball into fists as they rested on his desk. "... That he's distracting you." There was no other way for her to put it, so she decided to try and face the issue head on, no matter how Silco's temper may to it. "Distracting me?" Silco's voice was... Eerily calm. "And how exactly would you say he's distracting me?" Sevika just gestured to his desk with her augmented arm, then to you seated in the corner with her other arm. "He... He does not contribute. All he does is sit and play like a child. He isn't a child! And you just... Let him? You let him sit in on sensitive shit, Silco!" She exclaimed, getting to her feet. "It's not right." "You wish to lecture me on what is right?" Silco responded, voice practically oozing past his lips. He leant back in his chair as he spoke, eyes trained on Sevika across from him. "After all I have given to you? After all we have achieved together?" His hand trails along the surface of his desk as he slowly gets to his feet. "Have you anything else you wish to say about my arrangements here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely to the room encasing you all. At this question, Sevika falls silent. She knows what kind of test this is - a test of loyalty. Whether she is willing enough to withstand Silco's... fancies, or whether she wants to be dealt with. Typically, Sevika was the one to do the 'dealing', so no doubt she would be left to Jinx, to be the young woman's play thing.

Sevika barely even needed to consider this; she's played with Jinx before, and as demure as the teen could seem to most, she was truly unhinged when it mattered. She had bested Sevika, and the older woman was not too keen to let that happen again. Silco began to turn away, his hand resting on the back of his chair, just above his shoulder height. He heaved a sigh, his slender shoulders slowly moving up, then down with the action, as he tried to rid himself of the tension that had now rooted in the muscle. "I… Didn't mean right as in…" Sevika started to try and explain herself, in an effort to keep herself in his good books, but by the grip that he suddenly had on the top of his chair, he wasn't in any sort of mood to listen to her reasonings. His head whipped round partially, his lips parted in a sneer. Sevika slowly nodded at this, finally deciding to react to the silent message she was being given. Perhaps she would try and get him alone - if that were even possible. Without another word, she left the room, closing the door and returning the room to how it had been before her arrival. Silco runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself, before rounding his chair to face you, as you happily sat with your little creations, blissfully ignoring the conversation that had gone on beside you, just a few feet away. Silco returned to his seat, bringing the objects he had been occupied with before back to his attention, and right in front of him. Carefully, and with a deft hand, he clipped all the pieces together, making sure they fit perfectly, and could move with relative ease without being too loose. When he was finally satisfied with the state of his creation, he got to his feet once more, slowly and quietly making his way over to you. "My dear..." He began, his tone dipped in a softness that rarely ever showed itself. You glance up briefly, a little surprised that he's approached you - it's the middle of the day, shouldn't he be working? Your brows furrow as you are about to ask this question to him, but he seems to predict your query before the words pass your lips. "I always have time for you." He speaks, handing you the small figure he had been working on nearly all morning.

It's a small, pose-able bat. Your eyes light up - the model itself had many smaller components that must not have been easy to place. "I made sure it was perfect, for you." Silco's voice breaks you from your thoughts again, the man's smile visible to you before your eyes had even turned back to his face again. "Well? Do you like it?" He asks, not quite impatient, but more... Desperate. Eager, perhaps is the best way to describe him - he wants, no, needs to know that it's to your liking. You giggle quietly, nodding at him with a wide smile. "I love it, Silco..." You stretch up for a moment, pressing a gentle kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn back to your model - a vast array of little buildings, all of which Silco has, over time, watched you build and place according to your whims. You gaze over the miniature skyline briefly, before finding the perfect place to nestle this little creature Silco had gifted you - perched amongst some billboards, hiding in plain sight of the human figurines lining the streets below. "There..." You say, partly to yourself, before turning back to look at Silco, beaming with pride. "He can stay there, and we can both see him..." You chuckle, and Silco slowly lowers himself to sit beside you. "He, hm?" Silco hums, "And that's his name? I never thought of one for him..." He muses, playing along with you. You purse your lips in thought, trying to wrack your brain for a suitable name for your newfound bat figure. You shake your head, your nose scrunches as you fail to bring forth a suitable name for the little bat. "I've got nothing..." You reply softly, almost sounding disappointed. You feel Silco's hand come to rest on your shoulder. "It's alright... I'm sure we'll think of something, hm?" He pauses for a moment, his thumb slowly moving over your shoulder in an attempt to soothe any true disappointment you may have. "Now... How about we come away from this for a little while, and get you something to eat?" You nod slowly in agreement, and the pair of you get to your feet; Silco's hand fumbles for a moment whilst it seeks out yours, before your fingers intertwine with one another's.

Lunch, as always, was served in Silco's office, but the pair of you had moved over to another part of the room, sitting down at a small table and pair of plush chairs, that Silco had actually put in a week or so after your arrival. Before you, Silco had often had lunch alone at his desk, but now he had someone to dine with, who actually seemed to be less afraid of him than anyone else. In truth, there was little reason for you to fear Silco - the temper and fury that he had so often let loose on others without warning and without mercy, had never been directed at you, not even a smidgen of it. You had seen it before, of course, living with him made that more violent side of him hard to avoid, but he would always go and calm himself down before he came back to you, if something had gotten him too riled up. You sat across from one another, happily tucking in to your warm meals. Naturally, it was no Topside meal, but it was some of the best you'd be able to get in the Underground. Silco had made sure that you would always get the finest of what the Lanes had to offer, no matter what it took to get it. Thankfully, being the one to pull the strings in the majority of Zaun now, this was no issue for the man. He had treated you to the finest things he could get his hands on, most of them from the other barons of the Underground, but some things he even managed to import from Topside - not that he ever let you in on his secrets on that side of things. In fact, it was very rare that Silco let you know of, well, anything in terms of business. You had asked him about this once or twice before, and his only response was about 'keeping you safe'. That's all it ever was, no matter what you tried to discuss with him on the side of business. 'I don't want you getting involved, dear.' He'd tell you. 'It's not safe, and I'd rather not even think about risking you in this kind of trade... Please, understand at least this much, if anything..' And after that particular conversation, he'd brush you off or change the subject any time you'd bring it up. In his eyes, he had made his stance on the situation very clear. In it's own, sort of sweet way, you believed that this was the main way Silco showed he cared for you - even if he never really said it out loud, besides perhaps the pet name. Public displays - hell, most outward displays - of affection were not entirely Silco's area... And you've never pushed for that kind of thing, as it seemed to be a somewhat tender subject for him. You never asked why, it was not your business, and you hoped that eventually he may trust you - and himself - enough to tell you. For the time being, though, you were both happy enough keeping your relationship as it was; a vastly unspoken one, where although your care and affection for one another was deep-rooted and painfully obvious even to the pair of you, nothing was ever truly confirmed, nothing was made concrete by your words. You were happy with it for the most part - though a small part of you yearned desperately for the validation of his love - and although you hoped to bring up the unspoken part of your relationship at some point in the future, it was to remain the distant future for the time being. You didn't want to ruin a good thing and push Silco too much for an answer, causing him to just... Cut off everything entirely. You had seen it happen before, though mostly with lesser goons that he took in to do all of his dirty work, and whilst you didn't see yourself on their level, you didn't want to take any risks.

"Did you like your surprise?" Silco's low, velvet voice breaks you from your trance. You look up to him, and nod eagerly. You loved it - a truly wonderful and sweet surprise. "I did... Was there an occasion for it?" You asked, placing your cutlery on your plate as you finished your meal. "Do I need an occasion to get you gifts?" He responds, his eyes now fixed on the remainder of his meal. You pause briefly, before shaking your head in answer to his question. "No, of course not..." You crack a smile at him, which he soon returns when he meets your eye. He lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly pleased with this response of yours. "Good... Because, I can assure you, there will be many more to come..."

He said sit.

What I wouldn't give to have him push me like that.

Shoved in the closet // König x reader

Summary: You give the colonel a handjob in a storage cupboard!

Warnings: 18+ content; Semi-public sex, handjob that transitions into a brief blowjob, little bit of submissive König after he leads for like... Two minutes, porn without much plot tbh, there's like... Mild exposition to satisfy my brain (it became not mild). Maybe badly written? Idk, indulge me here, I wanted to write smut.

Words: 4.7K

Notes:  Pushing myself a bit, doing kinktober prompts at my own pace, as you do. Was very excited that the first prompt ended up being assigned to one of my favourite characters. I kind of imprinted on reader whilst writing this.... Whoops. Oh well :3 Left at somewhat of a cliffhanger because I didn't know where to write after that... My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

It wasn't entirely clear what you and König were - and the lines had been blurry for quite a while now. Some things were clear, thankfully; you were squad-mates, you had saved one another's life far more than either of you ever wanted or cared to admit. So, in that regard, you were at least colleagues - perhaps you could even push it to friends. At least, you thought so. That was until about four months ago, when the two of you opted to share a bed one operation. For tactical reasons, König had told you. It wouldn't have done to get up at the crack of dawn, one of you with an aching back because you'd decided to sleep on the floor. When you'd tried to argue with him, saying that you'd both slept in far worse conditions than this, he would have none of it.

It had been a good night's sleep, that you wouldn't deny, but you wagered only part of the reason for that was the fact you were sleeping on an actual bed. The other part of the reason, was the fact that you had eventually ended up tangled in one another's arms. It was... Comfortable. Neither of you spoke of it after that, you didn't dare bring it up and he didn't either. By the end of that week, when you had returned to base with the rest of your team, you thought he had forgotten about the ordeal. He, in fact, had not. Your main clue to this was the fact that he seemed to linger somewhere near you at every chance he could, until lights out. At which point, he would then skulk off down the hall to his own quarters, his glowering expression mostly obscured by his hood.

It took a week and a half of this behaviour until you proposed sitting together in the canteen, and König eagerly agreed. Well, eagerly for him; a low, rumbling hum in his chest as he slowly nodded, accompanied shortly after with a quiet 'Ja'. So, that was your arrangement. You'd queue up together, grab your trays of meagre food, then sit at a table next to one another - usually just the pair of you - to eat. You quite enjoyed it, and so did he. As the weeks passed, he started talking to you. Not much at first, only simple questions. How was your day? Do you like the food today? Over time, your conversations get longer, slightly less awkward. You're one of the very few people that he actually chooses to speak with, and it feels... Nice. The pair of you had grown very close, and König eventually admitted that he hadn't had such a close friend in a very long time. In that moment, being his friend felt like a tremendous honour, to say the least. You were so focused on the newly started fluttering in your chest that you hardly registered your cheeks heating up. König must have noticed, the crinkle of his eyes under the mask betraying the houndish smile you imagined him to have. He didn't make a comment, though, he just wandered down the hall, you eventually following suit to take your usual shared stroll back to your respective sleeping quarters.

It wasn't until König was deployed again, this time without you, that you realised exactly how close you had become. It felt nothing short of wrong to go to the canteen and sit by yourself. The seat beside you felt glaringly empty, and sitting with other squadmates didn't help. For three weeks you endured this perpetual empty feeling. The feeling of something not quite right, something missing. You tried not to acknowledge it too much. If you did, how would you even admit it to König? He had only just started to outwardly call you his friend, how the hell would he handle discovering you possibly have romantic feelings for him? So, you shoved it down; filled your days with training, going through the motions and throwing yourself completely into your usual routine outside of deployment. You were given a few smaller operations, but nothing that lasted more than three days at a time - and that helped. At the end of this particular deployment, short though it was, you were greeted with a rather tall surprise. König, waiting for you.

"Good to see you home again in one piece." He mused to you when you got within earshot, putting his arm round your shoulder as you walked down the hall to the base proper, side by side. "You are just in time for lunch." "König, it's nearly four in the afternoon.." You chuckled as you shook your head. "It may as well be dinner time." "Did you have your rations at lunch time?" "Well, no, I was-" "Then it is lunch, hm?" The look in König's eye could only be described as playful, but you knew that beneath that, he was at least a little bit concerned - despite the cold and hard demeanour he put up for the rest of the team and company, he was always a sweetheart to you, in his own way. "We will get back into our usual routine soon enough." He told you, as he gently squeezed your shoulder and leaned in slightly closer, so he could speak lowly in your ear. "I know it is important to you." Rationally you knew that he was probably only saying this as a friend, a small part of your brain jammed at the sound of his voice being so close to you, so husky in comparison to what it usually was. You worked hard to suppress the instinctive giggle that rose in your throat; you just about managed to get it to leave you as little more than a throaty hum. It satisfied König, though, and that was a relief. The rest of the walk to the canteen was quiet, and you became increasingly aware of the fact that his hand was still perched on your shoulder, unmoving. It wasn't that you disliked it - far from it. It was just... Mildly unusual. But you didn't bring it up; it was comforting, to have that contact with him after such a long time apart.

From there, it almost felt like any other day that you and König went to get food together. Standing in line together, grabbing a tray one after the other. You sat at one of the many empty tables, thigh to thigh, and König placed his cake bar onto your tray, carefully smushing it against the one you already had, to make sure it didn't fall into another section. "Willkommen zurück." Before you could protest, the Austrian had already begun to dig into his meal, leaning forward so that he could get the food to his mouth under the hood, which he still refused to remove in public, even after over two decades in the military. You hadn't realised you'd been all but gawking at him, until you felt his hand gently patting at your thigh. "Eat," He told you as he gestured to your untouched tray with his fork. "You must be starved." You began eating at that; there wasn't really anything to rebuke with, was there? Though, you did feel a flutter in your chest at the care König showed. It wasn't alien to you by any means, but after your time apart, it felt refreshing. New, almost. His hand remained on your thigh, and you made no move to remove it or tell him to stop, the gentle rub of his thumb against your camo trousers a soothing touch. You weren't sure when your hand slid over to his thigh to return the gesture, but he didn't protest either.

It must've been about ten minutes later that you noticed König had stopped eating, having instead chosen to push some of his remaining food around on his plate. "..König? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from whatever haze he had gotten stuck in, and his eyes landed on you. You started to move your hand from his leg - you figured that perhaps he was uncomfortable after all, but was just too anxious to say anything to you. With a speed you hadn't expected from a man who was just so lost in his own thoughts, König grabbed your wrist, and slowly moved your hand to rest on his thigh once more. After a moment or so, he glanced down at your hand, before he carefully guided it higher. "There. I like it there." He told you with a firm nod, as if this were a usual thing the pair of you did. "I..." The words faltered for a moment in your throat, as you tried to comprehend the fact that your hand was now not even four inches away from his crotch. ".. Was only going to ask if, uh.. I just noticed that you weren't eating.." You finally managed to get out. "I am... satisfied." Was his only response, as you dared your fingers to trail slightly higher. You heard his breath hitch under his hood, as you continued to move higher still. It was slow, tentative even. Despite his bold move of placing your hand so close to the apex of his thighs initially, you were still convinced that he would tell you to stop. You would, of course, if he told you to, but he didn't. You eventually did stop your hand, and you could already feel his cock beginning to strain against his trousers.

You froze. Was this reciprocation? Or just one of those natural reactions? God how you hoped, desperately, that it was the former. You were sure already, with this aspect of your relationship barely breached, that to have him, to have all of him, would be nothing short of heaven. Pure bliss, even. You were broken out of your desire fuelled haze by König abruptly pushing his food tray away from him. You immediately jerked your hand away from him. "You alright, König?" You quickly asked, your worry all too obvious in your tone. Just as before, he took your wrist in his hand, his gaze turning to you. There was no fear, nor aggression in his eyes. He tugged gently at your arm, as if to take you somewhere, but he didn't move an inch. "König?" You repeat quietly, trying to grab his attention; he seemed to be in an entirely different world, lost deep in his own thoughts. "We should... Find somewhere else." His voice was quiet - much like how it used to be when the pair of you started speaking properly outside of missions. He still made no move to get up, so you took it upon yourself to gently help him to his feet, quickly guiding him out of the canteen so that no-one would notice his predicament.

Your mind was racing as you led König down the weaving hallways of your complex. Either of your quarters felt so far away in that moment. Too far away. It was all too likely that someone would bump into you both, and quite possibly spot the ever-growing tent that König was pitching in his trousers. Thanks to his height, for some of your fellow soliders, it may be a bit difficult to miss. With few options left, your eyes spied an inconspicuous door coming up on your left-hand side along the hall. It was primarily used for cleaning supply storage, but you vaguely remember it being somewhat roomy. It'd do, for now at least. Without a single word passing your lips, you began to drag König towards it, throwing open the door as you hauled the much taller man in with you. His back collided with one of the shelves, causing the various bottles to rattle for a moment, before they settled.

"A... Cupboard?" He asked, sounding vaguely wary. "Do you want someone to see your raging hard-on as I drag you down the hall?" König cleared his throat at your question, shaking his head slowly, the movement barely even perceptible with his hood. "That's what I thought." You huff - it's almost a chuckle, but not quite. You didn't need to see his face to know that his cheeks were a searing red. You could almost visualise the bashfulness on his face; his eyes darting to look anywhere but your face were an obvious giveaway. You considered your options for a moment, with two obvious choices; you could use your hand, or your mouth. Your hands would be easiest, and you weren't sure if your mouth would be... Too forward, for the first time between the pair of you. You settled on the former as you started to fiddle with König's belt. It was smooth and solid, like most military buckles. The very same second that you managed to unclip it, you heard König draw in a sudden, deep breath. You glanced up as his hands snake around your wrists, prying your hands away with a surprisingly tender touch. “Let me… Please.” His voice was quiet; nervous. He wanted it - by God did he want it - but he wanted  to take it slow, or at least as slow as you both were able, being somewhat exposed. Someone could walk into the cupboard at any given moment. You let him take the lead as you moved your hands away, giving him the space that he needed to flick off his belt, and start tugging his trousers down to his mid-thigh. The outline of his cock left little to the imagination now; straining against the charcoal grey of his boxers, a damp spot where the fabric nestled against his tip. You watched as his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his underwear, slowly drawing them down. You couldn’t help the slackness of your jaws as more of his happy trail and broad hips were revealed to you - it was a truly gorgeous sight. 

König noticed your staring after a moment, how intently your eyes were trained on the few centimeters of cock exposed to you. His cheeks, though invisible to you, flushed with a heat he had never known before. To be seen in this way - as something other than just the inhumanly tall colonel, or your closest friend - was nothing short of… Exhilarating. He adjusted his wrist slightly, so that he was more holding the waistband out to you than pulling it down himself - a quiet offer of you taking that final step, of removing the last barrier between the two of you. You gave a subtle shake of your head at him, an almost sly smile playing at your lips. You just about caught the slight widening of his eyes as he realised you wanted him to do it. He couldn’t exactly deny you - he didn’t want to deny you. So, with a few more gentle pulls at the fabric, he finally freed himself from the confines of his underwear.  Your mind had gone practically blank as soon as your gaze drifted to his cock, with a small bead of pre-cum already beading at the tip. You’d not even touched him properly yet, and he was already leaking. With a careful hand, you swiped your thumb over  the slit, collecting it before you brought it up to your mouth, quickly cleaning the digit with an efficient dart of your tongue. “Someone’s eager, hm?” You asked him, watching his eyes as he averted his gaze once more. König’s cheeks were burning again, he could feel it, and he was ever so thankful for the covering over his face; not that he was embarrassed by his reaction, not entirely, he more just didn’t want you to think ill of him, for being so weak for you. Had anyone been this way for you before? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to cloud his head with the idea that you had been with someone else before him, the very thought made his gut churn. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but the notion alone that you had been held intimately and been intimate with someone who wasn’t him made his blood bubble, and his fingers twitch. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath, as he brought himself back into the present. “Just… A little.. Schatz…” König told you, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I cannot lie that I’ve… Thought about us a… A few times.” He admitted, as his eyes trailed to watch your hand drift back to his cock, a gasp slipping his lips as you wrapped your whole hand around it. You started with a slow, steady rhythm, base to tip then back again. “Though… My fantasies never included a cupboard…” He chuckled, breath hitching in his throat again as you paused your stroking, trailing your thumb on the sensitive skin on the underside of the head. “... Neither did mine.” You confessed to him. “Usually we were in one of our bunks… Or, in my more ‘risque’ ones, one of our homes…” You chuckled, as König tilted his head back, resting it on a shelf behind him. His hand moved to stay on a slightly lower shelf as he tried to support himself. The attention you paid to his aching cock was making his knees weak. In truth, he was surprised that his legs hadn’t given out yet, nor had he blown his load prematurely. All he could offer in reply to your words was a faint hum - not quite strained, but not particularly loud either; he was clearly holding himself back, not wanting to let slip a noise that could potentially alert anyone who passed by of what mild debauchery was taking place behind that thin door. 

Your hand followed the hitching of his breath, teasing the underside of his cock for a short while, before resuming that gentle, rhythmic stroking that you had begun with. You watched his chest rise and fall, as he tried to keep a grip on himself. He was succeeding thus far, at least. You leant into him, pressing your torso to his, 

revelling in how warm his chest was beneath his shirt. For being such a strong man, his chest was… Surprisingly soft. You could almost mistake it for pillows, if not for the steady, deep heaving as he both tried to keep himself quiet and catch his breath. Every few strokes, his chest would tense for a moment as his hips bucked seemingly of their own accord. It would go on for a few seconds, before a ragged breath would rattle from his throat - a barely disguised moan. You could feel your heart flutter against your ribs as you pressed yourself into him even more. “Are you alright, König?” Your voice was gentle to him, not quite a croon, but close. König didn’t trust his voice, knowing that it was more likely that his voice would crack in several ways if he tried to utter even one word in reply. So, he only nodded. He tried to keep up the steady amount of friction that you were giving him by drawing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock across the palm of your hand as if he were possessed by some unseen force of pure lust.

“You’re doing so well…” You cooed, resting your free hand on his hip, to gently guide his hips at a more steady pace, rather than the almost frantic rabbit-like bucks he was doing.  “Just… Slow it down a little bit, sweethea-”

“Can’t,” Came the Austrian’s raspy reply. “Mist…” His chest was heaving even harder than it was before. He had started to strain, eyes clamped shut as he tried desperately to hold himself back - to take his mind off of the feeling for a moment, to distract himself, anything, to try and prolong both his pleasure, and his time with you. Your touch was like heaven to him; you seem to know exactly how to stroke him, how to twist your hand just so. It felt like he was on fire in the best way, burning hot and mere seconds from combusting with such a force he’d flicker out. He just about manages to register the fact that your strokes had changed slightly in pace whilst his thoughts battle against one another, and he cracks one eye open to try and see what you were up to. 

And there you were; having sunk down to your knees. He could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest, even if only for a moment. Even his most vivid fantasies could not compare to the electric thrill you sent through his chest, and straight down to his cock. He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to you, gently caressing your cheek as you started to lean in. “Schatz?” His voice was quiet, and still somewhat ragged from his heavy breathing. “König?” You replied, in a similar voice. It made his heart flutter. “What are you doing?” His question didn’t hold any malice or heat - he  was just asking. “Well…” You shrugged lightly as you tried to think of how to quickly, and succinctly, relay your thoughts to him. 

How, in your shared lust-filled haze, were you to explain to him that, despite this being your first time with one another, you had been so completely overcome with the very idea with him, with bringing him pleasure - that you had thrown that small, nagging thought of it being ‘too soon’ to take this specific leap out of the window? “Just thought that… You might like it, is all..” You smiled up at him, and as you fluttered your eyelashes, you felt a hand gently caress the back of your head. You could just about hear König’s ragged breathing, how he was just barely managing to keep himself together. Oh, how feral you made him. You could see the glint in his eye - and it drove you wild, too. 

Without another thought, you took the head of his cock between your lips, one of your hands moving to rest on the man’s chest in a vague and vain attempt to soothe him into quietness. The groan that had escaped his lips was almost worryingly loud. “Verdammt.. Oh, Schatz..” His breathless babbles told you all that you needed or wanted to know; he was in heaven. He kept trying to look down at you, but catching even a glimpse of that sinful vision caused his hips to jerk of their own accord, almost forcing his cock down your throat. And though the idea of having you swallow near enough the entire thing was appealing to the Austrian, he was just as content to just have you as you were now - just a cross or taste of wine short of worshipping him. He didn’t want to overstep, not yet at least. 

König had just begun to sink into the bliss of teetering on the edge of release, when a whine was all but ripped from his throat at the absence of your mouth on his still aching cock. Before he’s able to say anything - be it to question or chastise you - you’re peppering kisses up and down his shaft. Along the underside, back up and teasing the vein on the underside, before licking up the precum that had started to bead at the tip again. His eyes slowly - almost shakily - moved down to look at you, his chest still heaving with his heavy breaths. “Why… Did you stop…?” His voice was wavering like you had never heard it before, not even when his nerves had overcome him. You kept the pace of your hand steady as you continued to stroke him. “I just… Didn’t know if you-” 

“Don’t stop,” König pleaded, as his hand moved to the back of your head, trying to gently urge it forward. “Please, don’t stop.” That waver in his voice was still there, still present and showing you just how much he was enjoying this. And who were you to deny this sweet man what he so clearly craved? Without warning him, your mouth was back on him again, but instead of teasing him, and licking around the head again, you had taken him right up to the hilt. König made a sound like the very air had been sucked from his lungs, his eyes clamping shut as he tried his damndest not to move. The urge to keep your head still in his hands and just fuck was strong. Almost too strong; he had to grip at his shirt, tug at the material, to make sure he didn’t completely lose his decorum and seem like a feral animal. Turns out, though, that despite his urges, he didn’t need to thrust at all. His thoughts, and the friction you were making, was making this all more perfect. He had been so lost in his own bliss, that he hadn’t registered the bliss building to a crescendo until it was rippling through his body with a force to rival… Well, anything he had experienced up till that point. 

Every muscle in his body seemed to contract and release simultaneously, and through the sheer elation coursing through his brain he was vaguely aware of that sweet mouth of yours swallowing around his cock. His hips bucked weakly through the sensation, and you replied by gently pushing your hands back on his hips, trying to make him stay still as much as you were able to. When König finally started to slow his hips down, you pulled your mouth from his cock with a small, lewd pop. Your eyes trailed up his heaving chest as you tenderly tucked him back into his trousers, before you  pushed yourself to standing. König’s eyes moved to you,  then, his blissed out gaze hardly able to focus on you as shivers and aftershocks ran through him. “You should hit the showers,” You advised him. He nodded, slowly, as if he were only vaguely aware of what you were telling him. 

“Mhm…” He hummed, clearly not trusting his voice enough to agree with his words. He tried to push himself up from where he had begun resting after his climax, his entire body quaking like a leaf in the wind. You had never seen the colonel so… Shaken. “You all good?” You asked him, as your hands moved to his arms to try and help steady him. He nodded, and you caught his eyes close for a moment as he made an attempt to centre himself. “Yes, all… All good.” He finally spoke, and he seemed… Somewhat distant - as if his mind were still replaying those recent moments of pleasure, keeping him in that cycle of euphoria. You watched him for a moment, taking a small step back as a smile tweaked at your lips. He looked as if he would stumble every few steps down to the showers. And as funny as that would be in any other situation, you didn’t really want that to happen to him today. 

You squeezed his arm gently. “How about we hit the showers later, instead? You look like you need a lay down, first.” You kept your voice low and soothing, not wanting to immediately break him out of his ecstasy. You’d rather ease him out of it instead. At his next nod, you helped him stand, having carefully pulled him away from the shelf and waited for a moment to make sure he wouldn’t fall when you turned to get the door.  You checked the hallway outside - thankfully still as empty as when you had gone into the cupboard. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything to  worry about to begin with, but you weren’t going to complain. It felt like months of tension had finally been worked through. “Let’s get  you back to your bunk, eh, Colonel?” You chuckled to him, gently guiding him out of the cupboard. He didn’t respond to you for a moment, before he then piped up from behind you. 

“I’ll return the favour at some point, Schatz…” 

This is not outrageous, this is not unfair.