#König cod

[roachs-pet-roach]

look at horangi he loves cats

do u think he likes cats

[mooonjin]

w: sugar daddy könig

könig enjoys having sex with his sugar baby, but one particular night where he fucks you on top of a bed of his hard earned money… was the best night of his life. he challenged you to collect as much money as you could while he railed you.

“watching you spend my money turns me on, makes me want to force you to spend it so i can fuck you every night, my maus” he mumbles, thrusting into you with fervour as the money underneath the two of you crunches and crumpled from every movement.

you can feel the girth of his cock stretching you and the inked 100 dollar bills sticking to your sweaty skin but none collected in your hand, “you’re just a little slut who’ll do anything for a taste of this wealth.”

he rammed his big, rich cock into you harder and harder, enjoying the sight of watching you try and hold the money in your hands while he fucked you.

[machveil]

cat✨daily König sketch

[xghost16]

Pathetic.

[mistytwooo]

Now have her record him and send it to his friends, mhm mhm

mean!bf!könig × female!reader

warnings: +18, sex tapes, dumbification, könig being a idiot!

mean!bf!könig who is so insecure that he makes hurtful comments about you to his loser friends, even with you present.

"she doesn't know how lucky she is to have me, right guys?"

he jokes with his friends, who enjoy the way you smile awkwardly and look down to check the time on your phone. könig simply strokes your head with his big hand, as if you were a stupid puppy at his complete mercy.

"she's calm now, but when we get home she's going to be unbearable. she won't leave me alone for a moment! so annoying!"

his idiot friends laugh, not having to imagine the scene much since könig loves secretly recording you while he fucks you. videos and photos of you in little clothes were the most common thing he posted to his friends' chats. all with the intention of bragging about how beautiful you were.

könig loved putting you in awkward situations, just like now. lying to you about where the two of you were going to dinner, insisting you dress sexy and provocative, then dragging you out to the bar with his stupid friends.

"i told her not to wear that slutty dress, but she didn't seem to listen. right, pup?"

but when you got home, everything changed. könig became the most submissive and pathetic person in the world.

"please don't be mad at me!"

könig knelt before you, grabbing your hips and moving you slightly so that you would give him some of your attention.

"i have to say all those things so none of them show interest in you! i'm afraid you'll meet someone else and leave me! please, don't ever leave me!"

and right there the tears began. könig sobbed on your bare legs while stammering how much he loved you.

"let me fix it, please. come on, i'm going to eat that delicious pussy of yours so you'll forgive me! what do you say, pup?"

[luxcuriousao3]

Just saw a clip of one of König's finishing moves and it spawned some insane tho(ugh)ts. These aren't even my kinks but here we are

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving), gunplay, obsessed/pathetic König

König is so desperate for love that even as he kneels next to your prone form, feeding his massive cock into your mouth, the barrel of his gun pressed to your forehead to keep you from doing something silly like biting him or trying to run, he still begs you for praise and affection.

"Ah, Schatzi, you feel so good, I want to stay inside your warm mouth forever. Do you like how I taste? I washed just for you... My cock is very big, ja? Very impressive? It is yours, mein liebe, all yours. Gott, I love you..."

Meanwhile you're choking on tears and snot and his cock, scared out of your mind and certain you're about to die. But he'd never actually hurt you, maus, surely you know this? No? He will just have to keep fucking you until you do, then...

[evilpotatooo]

国际小狗日🐶

[hoosier-zaddy]

König!Cheater Husband part 4

(mdni!)

With a swift, sudden movement, König reached within the booth and pulled you away from your seat, his calloused fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist. He could feel your pulse racing, matching his own.

"We’re leaving. Now," His voice was firm, broking no argument. He ignored the angry murmurs from the crowd, the sharp intake of breath from you–all he cared about was getting you out of here. He was bereit to fight. Bereit to do whatever it took to get you back.

You resisted to no avail. The contrast in your size and height was clear that a fight against him was futile. Ghost however, could pick a better fight with his stature. He followed closely behind before grabbing König's shoulder the moment they stepped out the pub. "Oi mate, let 'er go before i make ya."

"Try it," König challenged him, throwing Ghost's hand off his shoulder. He kept a tight hold on your wrist, pulling you closer to his side. He could feel himself boiling internally, the need to defend his ground and his claim consumed his entire being.

He turned to face Ghost, his guise narrowing as he took in the lieutenant's stance. He was ready for a fight–hell, he wanted one. Anything to take his mind off the frustration he felt at seeing you like this, at knowing that you were hurting because of him. He took a step closer to Ghost, their chests almost touching, König's grip brutally locked on your small wrist, it felt as if it could snap with one more squeeze. You didn't want anymore conflict, especially if Ghost would get into the thick of it with your cheating husband.

You sighed in defeat, "...König. Let's just....go. I'm tired of making a scene," Turning your attention to Ghost with dull regard, you mouthed the word 'sorry'. You genuinely appreciated his apprehensiveness towards your awkward situation regardless of only meeting a couple hours ago.

Ghost's eyes narrowed as he studied you, a heavy silence hanging between you. Though his face was obscured by the skull-patterned mask, a sense of urgency radiated from him. He wanted to reach out, to somehow intervene. But the unspoken tension made it clear–it wasn't his decision to make. He felt the weight of the moment as you turned to König, and his heart sank for you. In that fleeting instant, he silently wrestled with his sense of duty, torn between protecting you and respecting your choice.

König's grip on your wrist loosened at your words, his eyes flicking from you to Ghost and back again. He could see the redness in your eyes, the pleading look on your face. He knew you were tired of it all, tired of the melodrama, tired of the heartache–and he hated himself for being the cause of it all. But his anger took over all reason. With a final glare at Ghost, König picked you up and slung you over his shoulder before making his way to his car.

He could feel you struggling against him, your small fists pounding against his back, legs kicking. But he was too strong for you–he always had been. He reached his vehicle and opened the passenger door, sliding and buckling you in, then going to the driver’s seat. He could feel the anger radiating from you, the hatred–and it broke him. However, he couldn’t stop. He had too much pride, too much frustration, too much jealousy burning in his veins.

König huffed profoundly as he started the car and pulled out onto the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the dark streets at the wee hours of the morning. His grip was so fierce that his knuckles turned pale–anything to keep him from snapping. He could see your arms crossed over your chest in defiance as you stared out of the window–away from him–and it only fueled his anger further.

You chose to remain silent, fully aware that it was wiser than engaging with him–especially because of your inebriated state. You clamped down on your tongue and kept your thoughts to yourself while König's patience wore increasingly thin–His anger seemed to intensify with every mile. When he finally pulled up to his apartment building, he parked the car and turned to you, his azure gaze blazing with fury.

"Inside," he snarled, "Now."

He couldn’t remember a time when he had felt this vicious concoction of raw emotion with you–bitterness, vexation, and ire all at once. And he knew that if he didn’t get you inside and away from the outside world, he might just explode, but you refused, and continued to sit in the passenger seat with your arms tightly crossed in resistance. It might've been the liquid courage or the betrayal of your husband that powered your stubbornness–either way–you didn't budge. König's patience finally snapped. He unbuckled himself and leaned over you, pulling your chin to face him only inches from yours.

"Go. Inside. Schatz," He enunciated each word slowly, his voice low and threatening. His hand reached for his door handle, ready to drag you out if he had to. Your heart plummeted at the sight of his piercing cerulean eyes, now aflame with fury. They resembled sharp, icy blades, cutting through your resolve. Yet, for some stupid reason, you were still determined not to yield, despite your instincts screaming at you to run far away from him. He deceived you, shattered your trust, and turned your love into pain. What a hypocrite he was.

When you still refused to move, König let out a string of curses in german. His hand suddenly shot out and grabbed your aching wrist, yanking you over the center console. You gasped in shock at his brusque demeanor. The way he yanked you around like a lifeless doll was infuriating, but you didn't even have a quarter of the strength to halt his aggression. König flung open his car door, hoisted you up effortlessly, and draped you over his shoulder once more.

In just a few long strides, he carried you into the apartment, haunted by the insatiable need to assert his claim over you, a chilling obsession that leaves no room for doubt or escape.



inspired prompt by 👸🏻DARA on Chai

full disclosure, the next chapter will be v triggering. nsfw/non-consensual sexual content¡

thank u for reading ‪‪❤︎‬

part 1 part 2 part 3

[loser1loser2loser3]

botched sketch of könig in a car 😢 his poor neck

[monkabonka1]

lets see who bites

[ez-zylubsraccoons]

Graves bro 😭

Sickly Call of Duty Headconons

i have a cold and am very sickly so to cope I'm going to subject the silliest to my same fate. Here's how the CoD characters would deal with being sick!

Price - If he was sick you wouldn't be able to tell. He stops for nothing, he could be throwing his guts up and still go on a mission an hour later. He's persistent to a fault, he doesn't want to seem weak even if he is at the moment.

Soap - He uses being sick to get out of things, constantly. Even if he isn't that sick, he complains that he can't do whatever you ask of him, but he can miraculously still do what he wants. If you ask him to do something, he ain't doing it, unless you're a good friend of his.

Gaz - he takes time off of course, but he is so apologetic about it. He constantly offers to do things he doesn't have to even when you tell him he doesn't have to.

Ghost - Ghost doesn't deal well to getting sick. He can't breathe through his mask with a stuffy nose but doesn't want to show his face when he's spent so long hiding it so he has to hide himself in his room. Ghost also has a problem accepting help so he suffers in silence.

Makarov - Makarov doesn't get sick, not from a measly cold anyway. The only time he would ever admit he needed help would be if he would literally die from it, and otherwise, he's not sick. If you ask, he will deny it, no matter how obvious it is.

Graves - Graves can not handle being sick in the slightest. He can get shot several times and play it off like he's fine, but when his nose is a little stuffy, he might as well be dead. He is bedridden, looking out the window longingly, wondering whether he'll ever feel the sun on his skin again. Poor baby.

König - When he gets sick, he's mostly just worried about getting other people sick. He doesn't care about himself as much as some random stranger who might have a cold from being around him.

[whocaresabouttactical]

eat me whole

[stargirlstabber]

imagine könig, the big man he is, slamming his massive dick in and out of you, not caring if it 'doesn't fit'. he will make it fit. he will. he'll manhandle you into various positions, the ones he wants to fuck you in that moment. you'll probably start crying by the time he chases his second release or when he decides to fill both of your tight holes and pushes a dildo or a plug into you. or maybe a vibrator. it really depends on his mood and how good you've been for him. squirming away won't help if he's balls deep into your sloppy cunt, the grip his massive hands have on you holds you like you're a doll to him. which you are.

[amaranthinespirit]

könig is determined to breed you (p!link)

his pace isn't nice, its straight mean as he pounds his thick, meaty cock into your drooling warmth, desperate to put a baby in your womb. he's not gentle about it either, mind racing and going dumb at the thought, hastily working to make it happen.

your tummy bulges with the way he sheathes his entire bulbous cock in your tight hole, spongy walls constricting around him, feeling every ridge and vein as you hug him tight. his angry, red tip punches against your cervix, ready to spurt his thick load into your sweet cunt.

he knows you'll let him, you'll let him do whatever he wants as he fucks you stupid, jackhammering deeper and deeper with relentless pace. the backs of your thighs reddening and your plush rear bouncing against his hips. his full balls slap against your clit, making you cry out into the bedding, saliva leaking from your lips.

above you, he moans incessantly, pussy-drunk and whipped as he mindlessly humps you, large, rough hands grabbing at your hips, so tight it might bruise.

he mumbles words you can't quite hear, feeling drooling saliva drip from his lips down onto your bare shoulder, running down your back. his jaw is slack, head tilted back and pupils blown.

it doesn't take long for him to fill you full of his seeds, spurting thick ropes of his white, creamy cum to fill your sweet pussy, coating your walls and leaving you full and satisfied. he pulls out to watch it drip out of you, calloused hands pulling your cheeks apart as he watches your slit leak with his release and drip onto the bed. he takes two thick fingers, smearing it across your folds before fucking it back inside you, hoping it takes.

[machveil]

how am I both of them. also, manifesting König and Horangi yet again

Korangi headcanon that König sleeps like he's about to get an autopsy just on his back arms at his side not moving all night long while Horangi not only sprawls out every which way but tosses and turns so much he migrates around the bed and all over König yet somehow neither of them ever wake the other up

[dmitriene]

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

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