im4guy

A guy

He/Him lvl. 18

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THIS IS SO CUTE

THIS IS SO CUTE😭😭

SWEET BOY

- Werewolf!reader x König

- Proofread:

- Genre: Fluff

- Synopsis: König is the first to find out what reader truly is, and with his new knowledge he’s also target for reader’s affection. Finding himself courted by said lycanthrope.

- Apologies for the weak ending, been struggling to write and I just wanted to get something out. I do however like the midsection of this story :)

- Reblogs are really useful right now! This post, as far as I’m aware, didn’t make it into tags. Which is highly upsetting as a writer on Tumblr, so yes, if you can and don’t mind, please please please reblog<3

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There were rumours of the new recruit having some strange secret, and though König was never one to follow foot with others, he couldn’t help but agree. There was something to the new lieutenant that made him feel uneasy.

It started the first week of his arrival. König took notice to the fact that he typically stuck to a high protein diet, though he had brushed it aside as everyone had weird diets. But then it got to the point that he was hunting animals around base. At one point he had dragged back a deer.

Though it was strange enough alone, it got worse. He was noise sensitive, and not your typical jumping at loud noises, but instead hearing the faintest of sounds.

And his teeth.. they were the strangest things ever. König had been minding his business while the lieutenant ate, but he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the man’s unnaturally sharp canines. Akin to a dogs, sharp and large, and ready to pierce through anything.

Now, König wasn’t one to discriminate or assume, of course not, but whatever this man was, was not human. There was no possible way he was.

And so, König set his goal to find what this new member of his team was.

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It had been late night on base. The area silent other than the pounding rain that echoed off the rooftop. König had set his goal to stay up late, staying watch for the new sergeant.

Sergeant MacTavish had told of rumours that the new recruit was often heard training late. Ungodly noises echoing around and the source being the gym. So, of course the Austrian had set camp within a dark corner of said gym, waiting.

He’d been there no longer than an hour now, and just as he was planning to drop his goal, the sergeant had entered the room.

The air turned eerie, cold and chilling. König felt his breath catch in his throat, his eyes stuck on the sergeant. Nothing looked different about the man, but everything felt wrong.

“I know you’re there.” His words held a low growl, rumbling deep in his chest. “I can smell you.. smell yer fear..” A tone of amusement paints is words, turning to face König’s chosen corner.

The Austrian tenses. The sergeant’s eyes are reflective, not like that in a photo’s, but those of an animal’s. He tilts his head with an mocking stance, his lips tugging in a wide smirk. Teeth bared in a silent threat.

“I’m sure you would taste just… divine.” There’s a moment of panicked silence, shortly ended when the man gives a howl like laugh. “You’re such an easy tease. Why so tense? Does your name not mean King?”

König feels embarrassed, mocked by the sergeant. “I-I’m sorry! There were rumours, and I was curious, and-“

“I’m not upset,” he rolls his eyes “I mean, a little. If you were curious, you could have simply asked.”

There is an undeniable frown behind König’s mask, having not meant to intrude in the sergeant’s personal life.

(Y/n), however, moves closer. His nose is in the air, sniffing gingerly before releasing a blissful sigh. “You truly do smell divine..” He purrs, his eyes flickering to a doting amber before returning to their natural colour.

König is anxious, unsure on whether this was a compliment or a threat. His breaths are shallow, and it’s clearly known to the other.

“Relax, I’m not going to eat you.” He coos, his teeth bared in a gleeful look. “You’re far too cute for that.”

The Austrian’s cheeks flush, thankful for the cloth that covered his face, shielding him from his humiliation. “D-Danke…”

“Natürlich.” (Y/n) replies, only further flushing the poor giant. “Now, why don’t you tell me of this rumour.” He hums, tilting his chin up softly.

“Some recruits.. they said you were not human… something more akin to a canine..” He stammers, avoiding eye contact with the other.

“A canine?” He mocks with a tone of amusement. He holds that same wolfish grin, tilting his head softly.

König immediately squirms, throwing his hands up in a form of surrender. “J-ja! But I don’t agree!”

“Oh but you should,” He coos sweetly, cutting off the anxious boy “They’re not wrong, König.” His eyes hold that same amber colour, bright and reflective, similar to beasts. “I’m far from human.” And once more, a growl holds through to his words.

A chill trails down König’s spine, his knees going weak.. but from fear, or perhaps attraction? “Es tut mir leid…”

He looks so ashamed, head hanging low as he shifts his weight between legs. It’s quite the sight to see such a large man so anxious.

“Oh liebling, so pitiful..” He pouts teasingly, once again sniffing the air that surrounds. His brows furrow at the bitter smell, letting his nose further guide him to König.

Despite his lack of personal space, his sniffs all against König, from his chest to the crook of his neck. His words breathy as he provides praise, “such a sweet delicate smell.. sehr süß…”

König is tense again, refusing to breath in fears he’d interrupt the other. “Why so tense, mein welpe? I promised no harm, no?” He coos, scratching his canines along the man’s neck.

Suddenly, he pulls away, straightening himself up before sharing a smile to König. “I will see you tomorrow, Ja?”

There is no room for reply as he exits the gym, leaving a flustered Austrian behind. Left to gather his own thoughts, unable to understand what he felt for the sergeant.

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The next few days had grown to adore strange behaviours from the sergeant.

He sat close to König, thighs touching as he cheerily expressed his activities throughout the day. Happily sliding shares of his food to the Austrian, exclaiming that he were to eat more to stay big and strong. And lowly snarling at anyone that dared question or stand near the two, a mean glare to match.

“Oh! König, would you like to come to my quarters after lunch?” He innocently coos with that same wolfish grin.

The Austrian sits hesitant, slowly agreeing as he comes to terms that no harm could be done. And so, they set off to the sergeant’s personal quarters.

He allows König to step in first, a faint purr following from his chest as he shuts the door. His room his dark, cold even, and a bit messy considering his bed consisted of only a disorganized group of sheets, pillows, and clothes.

“MacTavish is quite the mouthful..” He mindlessly rants, stretching out his arms before loosening up. And before König is able to process, the man sprouts to fluffy ears atop his head and further so, he lower the waist band of his pants just below his tailbone, freeing his tail to match. “Hurts my ears some times.. very endearing though.” He muses, unaware of the Austrian’s shock.

He happily climbs into his bed, pulling the larger man along. “And that chatter.. oh the chatter..” he whines, ears folding back as he does so.

König comes to realize the wolf man is very expressive, and furthermore, he comes to realize he adores the fact. (Y/n), however, clambers onto König’s chest, continuing his rant as though it was nothing.

“Drives me insane..” He huffs, nuzzling into the man’s neck, drugging himself with his scent. “But you… so sweet..” he purrs, the rumble deep in his chest, vibrating oh so gently against König.

The Austrian hesitates, slowly wrapping his arms around the werewolf. The action along causes him to squirm closer, happy to be held.

“You’d make such a good mate… so healthy.. so sweet..” He lazily coos, causing König to flush with all his praise. “My mate…” he purrs, mindlessly nipping at his neck.

And, it’s then that König learns just how deep his suspicions had affected the male. Learning how clingy and possessive his species was. Acknowledging the strange behaviours and coming to understand they were acts of courting that König had mindlessly accepted..

Eating the sergeant’s shared food, only agreeing as he complained König needed more protein to stay healthy.

Allowing the werewolf to constantly touch and hold him. Indulging in such acts by looming around the man.

Thanking him for all the times he scared off recruits. Grateful for the way they no longer prodded and stared at them.

He hadn’t realized until now, but he had subconsciously fell into the werewolf’s courting ritual, accepting all factors and giving himself title as the wolf’s chosen mate.

And despite having only known the man for such a thin time period, he wasn’t against the idea. He knew he’d be safe in the werewolf’s hands. Knew he’d be protected and cared for.. and so, he simply went along with these beliefs.

Besides, he quite enjoyed the doting and spoiling behaviour of the man. For once he felt welcomed and cared for, not as a teammate, but as his own being.

“J-Ja… dein paaren..” He agrees softly, relaxing into the contact as the other only purrs louder.

“My sweet.. sweet boy..” he whispers, indulging in the larger man’s scent. Glad to have him accept his request. Glad to have someone as his own.

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