#König

[whocaresabouttactical]

She said I am cute, she wanna have sex, damn

[quarterlifekitty]

Weaknesses

Note: this is just a silly headcanon! Please don’t take it too seriously!

Gaz: goth/spiritual bitches. I said it. The amount of secondhand knowledge he has about tarot reading is getting weird. And don’t get him started on dark makeup and piercings.

Soap: cozy bitches. I think he’s gotten so much pornrot in his brain that his interests have gone from sexy outfits and circled back to full, comfortable coverage. Man loves you in the big t shirt, hoodie, sweats, blankets. One of his like top 5 favorite kinds of sex is the early morning quickie, so he’s like pavlov’d himself into getting hard for sleep clothes.

Simon: Girls that leave trails. He likes when you leave a lot of evidence of your presence in his life. Text messages, notes, jewelry and clothes you forget in his car and in his flat. He likes that it’s like there’s a constant tether, like the line separating your lives keeps getting blurry with all the crossover.

Price: Girls that cook. Like you don’t have to even be remotely good at it, if you made it for him, he’s not leaving a speck behind. You could feed this man a plain, boiled chicken breast and he’d still be so so happy. Something something joke about British cuisine.

König: clingy girls. He’s got that anxiety, he won’t always initiate contact, so he melts around anyone who touches him willingly and without prompting (bar is in the ground for him ok). He will never ever complain about you clinging to his arm, playing with his hands, sitting in his lap. That goes for emotionally clingy bitches too. You know he has to physically hold back from quadruple texting you (failed on holding back the first 2 times) so if you’re messaging him a lot?? Marriage.

[machveil]

HELP LMAO meet-cute where König finds your lost ass, bonus points if he gives you a piggyback ride so you can direct him out (totally unnecessary because he knows his way around the maze)

[machveil]

daily König sketch💧he’s got such sorrowful, pitiful eyes

[rainyrambles-overcod]

day 6 of drawing one of the cod characters until I’m comfortable with trying to find my style

3 words:

Cat dad König

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Biting on Königs mask only to feel him try to bite you back through the mask

[konigofmyheart]

könig is your personal hand warmer…

・❥・yelps when you put your freezing hands against his neck, catching him off guard as he doesn’t wear his mask around you

・❥・yet instead of pushing you away, he grabs your hands and stuffs them down the top of his thick sweater, pressing them against his chest <3

・❥・give it a couple of seconds and your hands are practically burning up (how is he so warm all the time?!)

・❥・now, if you trail your hands just a tad further down and squeeze, that’s the full body warm up activation sequence, schätzchen…

[alexawesimping]

Dirty Thoughts Dump #2

MDNI😠short imagine König

Sidenote: Guys I ain’t no professional smut writer😭but I hope you guys like it. Had to rewrite everything cause I had no internet connection on a long ass road trip and lost all of it.

“König, it won’t f-fit!~” you whine.

Lies. König doesn’t believe that, he knows your body like the back of his hand. All he has to do is get some pillows and place them behind your lower back. Your pelvis at an angle, König slowly rubs your sensitive clit as he positions his face between your plump thighs.

König wasted no time slurping up your sweet pussy, adding his long digits pumping in and out of you. Orgasm after orgasm, you couldn’t keep track and your mind was on a high. Unexpectedly, you were interrupted by König holding your thighs against your chest.

You suddenly look up meeting his light blue eyes. His pupils were full-blown and half-lidded staring you down. When suddenly, you feel König’s throbbing cock slide into your wet pussy with ease. Breath caught in your throat at the addictive feeling of him stretching you out.

“I think I just did, Meine Liebe~” König grunts.

END.

[blingblong55]

it was who?- König

Talking to his imaginary camera, in his imaginary interview..

König: All the other children said I was too shy, so I was always made to sit outside

König: and then one day, somebody burned down the school

König: .......and that person....

König: ...was me.....

[the-froschamethyst4]

Cold Season, Hot Drink

𖤐Pairing: Husband!König x Wife!Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, some fluff, language, teasing, married couple, dirty talking, kissing/making out, groping, nipple play, food play, blowjob, Dom! König, Innocent! Reader, mention of nudity,

𖤐Summary: The cold season is upon König and Y/n, and Y/n needed a bit of a hot drink to keep herself warm while König was thinking about something else

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Winter, the best time of the year, where you can finally wear comfortable clothes and not get looked at like a psycho, Y/n sat in front of the fireplace where there was a fire dancing in it, her husband König came inside from being outside and chopping wood for the fire.

He comes in kicking his boots off by the door and started to strip out of his outdoor clothes, and got cozy with Y/n by the fire. Y/n had already made herself some hot chocolate but it was getting low.

"You're so cold," Y/n says.

"Then warm me up," König smirks knowing what he was doing, but Y/n thought he was just joking around, she slightly pushes away from him because of his body being so cold.

"No way," she giggles. She gets up off the fluffy white rug that was in front of the fireplace and heads to the kitchen to make herself some more hot chocolate.

König looks at her in the kitchen and gets off the rug as well, he walks behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, and his hands then going under her shirt, she shutters at his touch.

"Jesus! König! You're hands are s-so cold," she laughs and looks at him over her shoulder.

"Sorry," he chuckles and kisses her neck.

"Do you want some?" She asked, talking about the hot chocolate.

"No, I have another way to warm myself up," he smirks, he starts messing with his belt while he starts attacking her neck with soft kisses. His cold hands going under her shirt to grope her breasts, and then run them down her waist sending shivers down her spine.

As the kiss became a heated make out session, König just barely opened his eyes and saw the whipped cream Y/n was putting on top of her hot chocolate along with the green and red sprinkles she was using. He smirks into the kiss and moved his left hand to grab the red can.

He shakes the can and pulls away from Y/n's lips, she sees the can in his hand and tilt her head back almost like she knew what he was going to do, he sprays the cream into her mouth, he sprayed a lot and when Y/n closed her mouth some seeped from the corner of her mouth, König smirks and licks the corners of her mouth to taste the cream.

König's hands moved quickly back under her shirt and lifted it up over her head and tossed it on the ground, his hands go behind her back and then unhook her bra tossing it on the ground next to her shirt. He shakes the can once more and sprays it all over her chest.

She moans when feeling the coldness on her chest, her nipples harden. He takes the sprinkles off the counter and shakes a large amount onto her chest, once he was done, he steps back to admire his work and smirks.

"Oh how fucking sexy you look," he says, smirking.

"I feel too exposed," she says. He smirks and he leans forward running his tongue over the mess he made all over her chest, earning moans from her lips.

"I feel sticky," she whines.

"Not yet," he picks her up and takes her to their shared bedroom, he placed her on the bed, whipped cream still in hand and shakes it spraying some cream on her nipples, earning some soft moans from her.

König pulls his pants off along with his boxers, his dick was a bit limp but no problem, once he showed it to Y/n, she starts giving him a hand job, moving her hand up and down on his dick making it hard almost instantly.

Once hard he sprayed the whipped cream on his dick, he smirks while Y/n takes his thick cock into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, she starts moving fully down on his cock her nose touching his lower stomach, and the cream seeping from the corners of her mouth again.

He put his hand under her chin and smiled down at her as she takes his cock just fine. He chuckles and pulls her off his cock, he gives himself a few pumps and sees the cream that was resting on her nipples was slightly falling off.

The cream soon did land on her thighs. He pushed her on her back, her legs resting on his shoulders, he smirks and starts pinching her hard and sensitive nipples.

He starts pushing his hard cock inside of her, her head goes back hitting the pillow behind her head. His thrusts were sloppy and has no rhythm, but soon he figured out a patterned to make his girl feel good.

"Does it feel good?" He asked, going a bit slow. She nods and squeezed the sheets under her till her knuckles turned white. He starts picking up the pace, watching her bounce up and down, and watched her breasts as well.

He moved his hands from her waist to her breasts, squeezing and pinching at her breasts.

"K-König," she moans, she looks at him letting him know she was close. König leans down as their hot, sweaty, sticky body touch each other, he cups her face kissing her lips and starts picking up the pace almost ungodly.

Her head goes back and she felt herself tightening around him, he keeps going at the pace and soon felt her release on his dick, he pulls out watching the cum start spilling out of her, he gives himself a few pumps till he comes on her stomach.

"Well, I'm warmed up," he teased.

"Cute, I'm hot and sticky," she says.

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König had cleaned up around the house, picking up clothes, etc. as Y/n was in the bath cleaning herself up but she had gotten out of the bath, she comes downstairs seeing him clean up and looked at the fireplace seeing some mug of hot chocolate.

"König did you make some hot chocolate?"

"I did, figured you might want some," he says, walking to her and resting his hands on her back to pull her close to his body. "Go warm up," he says.

She goes and sits by the fire and König placed a new log on top of the fire. He sits next to her and rubs her side, he kissed the top of her head and brought her weighted blanket on top of her to make her feel even more comfortable. Her head resting on his lap as they watched the fire dance in the fireplace. His thick thigh was a good pillow for her head.

"You comfortable?" He asked.

"Yes," she says.

König and Y/n stayed in front of the fireplace cuddled up to each other keeping warm, König loved the cold season for one thing to being able to cuddle his wife and give what she wants.

[whocaresabouttactical]

He took you to off-roading

He don’t allow you to climb into the car by yourself

I had a lots of headcanons but no time to finish

Good afternoon:3

edit:

The Car I draw for Konig:

RAM 1500

And the height is 77.5in = 196.85cm

[quarterlifekitty]

Just some more thoughts on König with a clingy girl.

He’s not used to physical intimacy by any means. He’s paid for girls plenty of times, have a few flings during different leaves, but never anything sweet. Never a girlfriend.

Before you even get together, you’re clingy. You like hugs. You like leaning on him when you’re sat next to each other, falling asleep on him. Which makes him fall in love so quickly, by the way. He’s addicted to feeling you warm on his skin.

And when he does manage to sweet talk his way into the boyfriend position? He melts under every crumb of affection. Every kiss to the cheek, every nuzzle, every time you park yourself in his lap.

Man is a death grip hand-holder. His height makes him hard to lose in crowds, but he still doesn’t want to be separated. Letting go of your hand is literally like his last resort.

And let it be said. This man wants to fuck you with as much skin to skin contact as possible. Sure, he’ll never say no to a quickie, but his favorite type of sex is when you’re both completely bare and have space to get in every position imaginable. He likes you pressed completely against him— chest to chest if possible, maybe back to chest (especially if a full length mirror is involved).

And then there’s the emotional clinging. He’s very insecure about the idea of wanting you more than you want him, so it always makes him so happy when you’re the one texting, calling, or just coming into the same room as him to hang out. He loves when you contact him for no reason at all— just to check on him. One time when he asked why you called, you said “I just wanted to hear your voice,” and he almost fainted from how giddy it made him. And he doesn’t have so much going on besides work, so he really doesn’t mind if you’re the type to want to spend every hour of every day with him.

The hardest fucking you ever got from König was a few weeks after you first moved in together. He had to be on base for the day, and you had a day off. You meet him at the door— you headed there as soon as you heard the car— and wrap him up in an embrace that he gladly returns.

“So, leibling, what did you do all day today?”

“I waited for you to come home,” you say absentmindedly, just rubbing his back and pressing your cheek to his chest. You don’t notice how he almost starts trembling from your words, his heart feeling like it’s about to burst.

He needs to be inside you— can barely hold it together enough to carry you to bed like a fucking caveman. Starts thinking you need something else to cling to when he’s away… something that can cling to him when he comes home. A baby would suit you both very nicely, yeah?

[machveil]

important daily König sketch🐰✨how does RabbitHybrid!König get his ears out of the hood?

[qiqiqiqijue]

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[fishsinsareacknowledged]

König is lactose intolerant, post.

[creampill]

Civilian!König is the type of guy to cook. He can do some baking, like a good bread or a strudel, but he excels with the sort of comfy cooking that you measure with your soul and not numbers. Give him a spice drawer and he’s set. He’s a big dude with an appetite to match, so he prefers to cook meals that can portion easier like pasta or stew. He’ll happily incorporate flavours from your own childhood to make the meals comforting for you too.

Civilian!König loves bread. Simple as that. Sometimes you’ll catch him eating a whole plain loaf of Turkish bread at four in the morning, clad in nothing but baggy sweatpants and an expression of guilt. He loves a good bakery, he hates buying the grocery store square bread loaves. Seeded bread, spiced bread, sourdough- if you’re gluten free, god help you.

Civilian!König cannot dress himself. In a literal sense he can, he puts clothes on his body correctly. But fashion isn’t something he really gets. While he isn’t against the idea and understands why people would use clothing as expression, to him clothes are just there because they need to be. He’s really bad about wearing clothes around your home, sometimes just casually walking around in only his boxers. You bought him a robe which he loves to death, though he doesn’t tie it, so it’s only a slight improvement.

Or deficit. After all, he does look very nice. Civilian!König isn’t a soldier, isn’t worked to the bone. But he was raised rural, he has an appreciation for physical activity. Like his canon counterpart, he likes the endorphins and the strain of working out. But he eats proper, indulges, drinks plenty of water. He’s got a nice layer of softness to him, thick hair and fat hiding strong muscles that show when he flexes. A soft core capable of planking with you sitting on top.

Maybe that’s why he keeps walking around shirtless. He sees how much you stare at his arms and chest- and it does numbers for his pride. And maybe, just maybe, seeing how attracted you are to him makes him feel more confident in returning that sentiment.

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