#Königxreader

[fewblood]

Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader - Part 1

Ah…

It took me some effort not to yawn in the middle of the meeting I'm currently a part of. The gathering consisted of us, the four new KorTac recruits, listening to one of our instructors as he elaborate on the details of tomorrow's shooting test. Despite my attempts to stay engaged, his delivery was incredibly… slow. Feeling the pull of drowsiness, I closed my eyes briefly, allowing my thoughts to wander to past weeks' events.

I served in the military before. So, when I was offered a spot in this special organization, I seized this as an opportunity to start anew. Moreover, the compensation was generous; mostly due to the extensive secrecy of the job. I had to sign dozens upon dozens confidentiality agreements, to the extent I can't even disclose my employer nor workplace to my own family. 

I was gradually grinding my place nonetheless. But, like anyone before me, I had to pass a series of range tests. Overall it was demanding, but I handled it. I had to. 

A small cough snapped my eyes back open, my gaze focusing directly toward the men standing before us. One of them loomed significantly taller than the other however, so much so that I found myself wondering how he managed to navigate around on a daily basis.

He went by the name of König—the one that keeps his face hidden. 

It was my first time seeing him in person, although I had certainly heard of his reputation. His eerie presence was enough to send shivers down your spine, and what he's keeping hidden beneath his hood is rumored to be even more chilling. His silent nature was also known to be a stark contrast with the brutality he apparently displayed on the battlefield.

In short, I quickly came to the conclusion that he was someone better not messed with.

His gaze suddenly got on me, certainly prompted by how I was staring at him instead of paying attention to the snail pace instructions in the background. I held my gaze steady for a moment before redirecting my attention back to the briefing, which ended shortly afterward anyway. 

As everyone filed out of the room, I rose from my seat and took a moment to stretch my sore self, thinking I was alone. It was only after I made my neck crack in a satisfying way that I noticed the tall man eyeing me from the other corner of the room. However, he swiftly looked away when caught staring.

"Soldier, come here." he commanded, his stern voice offering no hints of a promising  encounter.

I raised a questioning eyebrow but eventually made my way to the front of the room. I stood in front of him like I wasn't impressed, though truth be told—hell he was quite imposing. Height become an irrelevant metric in his presence; you would always feel smaller next to him.

He's at least 6'8—no… 6'9", perhaps? 

"Yes, sir?" I replied as I kept my hands hidden behind me, subtly fidgeting my concerns away. His colossal stature had me tilting my head up quite a bit and, even then, his eyes were challenging to catch a glimpse of. 

König, though he towered over me, had a small look of intrigue. He squinted his eyes, making them even more difficult to perceive.

"What's your weapon of choice, soldier?" he asked out of nowhere. 

Well, hello to you too, I thought. Politeness, apparently, wasn't his strong suit. But that should be expected, I suppose...

His blunt question also caught me off guard since I assumed he was going to scold me for being distracted during a meeting, like a teacher might. A daunting teacher, in that case. But perhaps he was just curious, given he wasn't a part of our training before? And, considering tomorrow's shooting test, it made some kind of sense of him to inquire.

 "Well, anything that is a ranged weapon, sir. But I'd say I'm the most useful with a sniper in hand." I responded.

König looked at me with a new hint in his eyes. Was it curiosity? Amusement? It was difficult to tell.

"A trained sniper, hm?" He scoffed under his mask.

Ah, disdain then. 

"And what about your prior experiences?" he asked as he assessed me head to toe. The combination of his scrutiny and the questioning made it feel like I was under investigation, as if we were anything but from the same organization. Perhaps it's because I'm female? It wouldn't be the first time someone doubted my abilities solely for this reason.

It wasn't very pleasant to have to justify myself, but, as I felt I still wasn't off the hook completely, I eventually cleared my throat and answered again.

"I tried to join the police at first, but I enlisted in the army instead and served for some years before being recruited here."

König listened to my brief resume with an emotionless expression, though I could sense a hint of curiosity when his voice filled the room again.

"And what prevented you from joining the police?"

I could only meet König's gaze with a blank stare. He honed in on the one aspect I hoped he wouldn't, intensifying the irritation I was feeling over the entire situation. I looked away in an attempt to temper my now rising frustration, but his voice snapped back at me.

"Speak! I don't have all day."

"Sorry but this isn't relevant." I sharply replied. 

He stared right into my eyes, and I stared back, as if we're having some sort of a staring contest. The tension between us lingered with neither of us willing to address it. Again, his gaze revealed no emotions, offering no clues about his thoughts. 

And he abruptly shifted the subject, again.

"Well then, newbie… What about close-quarters combat? Do you know how to handle yourself?"

I pondered once more about what all this was about, but I eventually relaxed my jaw. A small smirk appeared on my lips, laden with all the bad omens it could carry. 

"I've been doing judo for a while, but tell me—is this some kind of interview? I would have printed my resume if I knew." I snickered.

He hummed as he slowly retrieved a small tablet from one of his cargo pockets. He tapped on it with quick, precise movements while I found myself studying his hands, wondering how he managed to use the compact device with such big fingers. My attention snapped back up when his thick German accent arose from beneath his black veil again.

"Indeed, your file says you are proficient in marksmanship and unarmed combat."

My eyes widened at the sudden mention of my 'file'. If he has access to my infos, what is he getting at?! I could only twitch my tongue in frustration, causing König to cast another assessing look my way.

"I want you in the gym in half an hour for a sparring match." he declared, allowing a moment of silence to let his words sink in.

"Against me."

—The fuck?! 

"Wha—But why?! The physical tests have already been done!" I protested, sounding more alarmed than what I would have liked to. 

I struggled to hold back the urge to enter panic mode, but that's it, I'm going to die—he’s going to fucking crush me. 

I stared at him putting his tablet back with eyes wide open, scanning for any signs this was just a bad dream I was having. He then looked back at my dumbfounded face, seemingly delighted by the panic oozing from every pore.

"Let me tell you this: I don't like your attitude, nor your refusal to disclose your antecedents. I'll see you in a bit."

And he just left me there, my mouth agape as a cold sweat ran down my spine. All I could hear was his echoing footsteps in the corridor before he left the building.

Well, I'm screwed.

[iheartchv]

Hiiiiiii

I was wondering if I could get a COD matchup? The Characters I like best are Simon, Price, Konig, Krueger, and Nikto. If you think I'd fit better with a different character though, I'm 100% curious :)

I use she/her pronouns, I'm 5'6, got a little bit of chub, medium length brown hair. I love astronomy, and am going to college to get my teaching degree to become a professor, and physics. I bake a lot. I can speak English (first language), German, and I'm learning Czech and Russian. I'm culturally Jewish. I paint and draw semi realistically. I have PTSD, ADHD, bipolar, and a tic disorder of some sort (Don't have the ability to get tested bc of money, but I'm working towards it. Not assuming what it is but it aligns most with Tourette's). I have a hard time with social rules, they don't come naturally to me, but I can semi get by. I'm very much the therapist friend, (my mom got her master's in psychology and she taught me while she learned so I am quite literally like a therapist to my friends) and I am very patient with people. I can get hyper if the environment is high energy, but I usually am quiet. I play guitar and sing a lot. If someone is playing a classic rock or country station, I know almost every song. I have a lot of trauma and it makes me very soft with other people. Not cinnamon roll type soft but I just never wanna risk treating others how I was so I'm more careful. I'm a Hozier girl 100%. I'm a patient lover and absolutely am committed until there is no other option.

Feel free to ignore if you don't wanna answer, just figured I'd jump onto this :))

🤔hmmm... I'll match you with...

König

Your match is König, colonel of Kortac

He met you during a recon mission

When he looked into your eyes, he felt something

He ignored it though, thinking it was just nothing

He was surprised when you wanted to stay in touch with him

With some strings pulled, he let you stay on the base with him

"For extra protection" he said

"Don't want another recon mission, do we, hm?"

That was just one of many excuse to be near you

After spending time with you, he can't help but feel ... he doesn't know how to describe it...

But it felt good

As he talked to you, he would feel that way as well

You were soft, warm, kind to him

"My mom was a therapist, so I picked up on a few things"

It made sense to him now...

When you told him about your past truamas, he was amazed

You were definitely different from others he'd met

"You're brave and strong, little hase"

Being aloof and kept mostly to himself, you knew König had a thing for you

But you helped him along

Once he got comfortable around you, and was so sure that he liked you, he will take you somewhere private and confess his feelings

Feels relived when you return those feelings

He will feel awkward about it all, but with you by his side he knows that he will be enough for you, for this blossoming relationship

Loves to give you hugs and sweet kisses on top of your head

Will call you plenty of cute names

At night, whether he wants it or you want it, he will hold you in his arms

He loves feeling your warmth against him

"You're so soft and warm, my little sheep/rabbit/*insert cute animal name here*"

"Ich liebe dich mein Schatz"❤

"I love you, my darling"❤

If you'd like a love letter fron König, check out my Valentine event💗

[fartybraind]

DID WE JUST PISS ON HIM

Injury ; König x fem!reader

Pairings and warnings: König x fem!reader, fluff, falling in love, smut, oral sex, p in v, soft sex, gentle sex, friends into lovers, kisses, teasing, squirting.

Chapter: 2/2 ; chapter 1, here !

König began kissing my neck again, slightly biting on my skin, causing me to shiver and whimper softly. But I lifted myself up and pushed him away from my neck. I looked up into his eyes and as he walked away I dragged him closer, pulling him by the waistband of his pants.

I felt his evident erection under my fingers, and I finally unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down. He placed his hand on my heated and red cheek, gently stroking it. I slowly removed his pants and revealed his intimacy, covered by his grey boxers.

I bit my lips noticing the dark drop on his underwear, meaning he got a little wet by pleasuring me over and over. He pleased himself by pleasing me. I lowered the grey boxers and his member bumped in front of my eyes, very fucking big and thick. His tip was quite wet already, and his whole 9 inches (23 cm) were throbbing and pulsing.

«Y/n... please..» König mumbled, his voice high pitched and his breath broken, lifting my chin up with his hand and pulling me closer to his shaft.

I looked up at him, his eyes were begging me to please him.

«Please.. berühre es... (touch it). please...» he did actually beg me. My eyes widened as I was listening to these heaven sent words.

With my hand, I grabbed it, feeling his girth and the veins that ran all over it, from the base to the pinkish tip. König was soon releasing some loud moans, as I barely started. His breathing was deep, his hand moved back to my cheek. I began to speed my up and down movement on his cock, feeling it harden more and more at every shove I did.

He was still looking down at me, his whimpers filling my room and my ears as I looked up to him and finally stuck my tongue out, licking his tip.

This caused him to shiver and tilt his head to the side closing his eyes for a moment, and this encouraged me to close my mouth around his tip.

His hand moved to the top of my head, clenching into a fist and grabbing on my hair as his whimpers got louder. I moved my head slowly down his length, trying to get used to his enormous size.

My hand was still stimulating his base, and I was soon able to get a little more inside my mouth, while he helped me by pushing my head deeper. I placed my other hand on his thigh, gently pulling him a bit closer. His wobbly legs walked towards me, and when I looked up at him his eyes were glossy and dazed, his mouth open, releasing moans of bliss and pleasure.

I loved how loud he was. I could've listened to him for hours. Which in fact, I did.

I was finally able to make almost his whole shaft fit into my mouth, and König really enjoyed it. He placed his other hand on my head, pulling my hair into a ponytail, grabbing tight on it as he kept pushing me deeper. I gagged around him a few times, closing my eyes and let a tear fall down my cheek. He was big all over, and that is how I discovered it.

«Scheiße, y/n...» he moaned while trying to support himself on my shoulder by moving one of his hands on it. He was still keeping my hair in a ponytail with the other one.

His legs couldn't support his weight anymore, I could feel it. He tried to place one of his legs on the edge of the bed, desperately searching for some backing, but he just couldn't lift his leg.

Though I didn't want to, I pulled myself away from his lap and stood up. He looked at me with wide doe eyes as to implore me to never stop, but stopping was never my intention.

I grabbed him by his waist and gently pushed him on the bed, his gaze still fixed on mine. I kneeled before him making sure I wasn't hurting my wound, and returned to what I was doing. I licked his tip again, still keeping my eyes on him. I quickly grabbed my hair and tied it on a ponytail - the elastic on my wrist turned out to be very useful - and I continued to suck on him, hard and deep.

His eyes closed as he tilted his head back and supported himself by shifting his weight to his elbows.

«Oh God, y/n...» König whimpered loudly and his legs began shaking under my hands. «I can't... hold it anymore..» I grasped on his thighs and tried to keep him still as I moved my head deeper and faster on his shaft. I wanted him to burst into my mouth, I needed to taste him just like he tasted me.

Another tear was dripping down my eye, my gags on him were too deep. It was just so damn big. I managed to keep doing it, closing my eyes and focusing on König's pleasure only. That was what really mattered to me, in that moment.

And I was finally able to taste his juice. His warm and thick cum filled my mouth, but it was still too much for me to hold it in. I had to open my mouth after I swallowed a good amount of him and let go of some of it, while a few splashes of his juice arrived on my cheeks, also dripping down his whole length.

I made sure to lick and clean his dick from all the remaining liquid and then collected it from my cheeks with my fingers, sucking on them afterwards.

I stood up and looked at König, laying down the bed, exhausted and out of breath. I crawled on top of him, slowly and carefully, my chest now glued to his as I left warm kisses on his neck, which made him moan softly.

«You've been such a good boy...» I whispered, leaving numerous hickies on his skin. «Or should I say... guter junge (good boy), was it?» I did search how to say it in German, I just hoped I've said it right.

«Scheiße, y/n..» König wrapped his arms around me, stroking my rib cage with his big hands. «You should call me that more often...»

Will do. Definitely.

Neither me or König were done, though. Both of us wanted more, we desperately needed more.

He stood up and grabbed my waist, softly picking me up - careful not to hurt my thigh - and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, arching my back on him as his hands ran throughout it causing me to shiver. He was really passionate, deep, caring and loving.

That evening with him was special. Both of us craved each other, but it wasn't just physical. It was way more. I liked him since a very long time, and at this point, I knew he did too. He wanted me as mush as I wanted him, not just occasionally. Not just casually.

This was going to happen again. And again, and again... this wasn't going to stop. It was sex, but there were feelings between us. It wasn't just sex.

We needed each other like we were essential for living, for breathing.

I wanted him for as long as possible, until a bullet would hit my forehead next, instead of my leg.

I pulled away from our kiss for a second and left the trail of saliva connect us, just to look at him for a moment. I wanted to live this moment like it was the last.

I returned to kiss him even more passionately, hugging him harder. He did, too, and then he lowered me on the bed. His hands reached for my hips, gently holding on them as he approached his lap in between my legs. I spread them for him, but he soon grabbed on my good thigh and squeezed my soft flesh, lowering his kisses down my neck.

I wriggled under him, needy and pleading. His shaft slightly touched my folds, which caused me to moan softly as his lips reached for my chest. I placed my hands on his broad and large shoulders, caressing him.

«Scheiße...» he whispered, his breath warm against my shivered skin.

His hands lowered on my body and slid directly to my wet folds. I moaned softly and hummed a «Fuck, of course..» when he asked: «May I, y/n?»

His middle finger rubbed slowly on my clit, stimulating it with circular motions causing me to groan softly. Slowly but intensely, his finger made me twitch under his touch which found my cunt's perfect and most sensitive spot.

He replaced his middle finger with his thumb, and slid the middle finger into my hole. He kept on rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb, and thrusted his middle finger deep inside of my clenching walls.

I was messy and wet over this kind of treatment, enjoying it very fucking much.

«Feels good, doll?» he asked, his voice being a warm breath on my neck.

«It does...» I whispered arching my back.

He was soon able to add his ring finger inside of me, pushing them hard and deep, stretching my muscles out. His thumb kept on working my clit, making me feel on heaven. His hands massaged me so well I never wanted him to stop.

His pushes began growing faster, along with his circular motions on my clit. I moaned in pleasure, tilting my head to the side and closing my eyes, ready to get finger fucked by him for a very long time.

However, he stopped as soon as his fingers felt soaked.

I looked at him in disappointment, but his hand soon reached for his member, wetting it a bit with my own juice, positioning his tip right in front of my heated entrance. He was still unsure of what to do and how to move with it, until I looked into his eyes and nodded softly. He took a deep breath and pushed himself slowly inside of my wet hole.

I twitched, feeling his thickness stretching me out slowly but effectively. My hands were still on his shoulders, as he was still leaning close to me and his lips were just inches away from my skin. He groaned and parted my legs even more, thrusting himself a little deeper.

I arched my back and began scratching his skin, needing more of him.

With a slow, intense yet careful pace, he managed to get half of his 9 inches inside of me. I closed my eyes and threw my head back with a desperate and loud moan, which encouraged him to push harder and get almost all of his length and girth into me.

My nails dug deeper on his flesh, leaving red scratches on his back.

Konig shove his member in and out of me, slowly and carefully at first. He was well aware of his size, and of course proud of it. But he was also well aware it might've been hard for me to take it immediately.

«I know...» he whispered, listening to my desperate whimpers. «You'll get used to me, doll, I promise...»

In response, I let out a deep and loud moan when his thrusts got a little faster and deeper. I could feel my muscles clench around him, not even thinking of letting him go. Not wanting to.

His lips left kisses and soft hickies on my neck, while his hips moved in and out of me. His pace was still kind of slow and passionate, to get me used to his size.

But as soon as Konig finally hit my g spot, I jolted and cried out, bliss invading my dizzy mind and causing my eyes to roll back. My nails scratched his back, desperately trying to gain some kind of support.

König understood that he hit a sensitive spot, and searched for it again, letting out a deep and throaty loud moan. His length dug deeper inside of me, my back arched towards him even more as our breaths synced. His hands grasped tightly on my hips probably leaving subtle bruises on my soft flesh.

He managed to deepen his whole shaft into me, making me feel all of his 9 inches. I was finally able to take it all, like I wanted to from the start. I craved to feel every single inch hit deep inside my walls, and I was now fulfilling my wish, my burning desire for him.

I felt my eyes squeeze as he kept hitting and stimulating my g spot. One of my hands let go of his back and reached for the sheets, I created a fist by grabbing on them. I still scratched my nails on his skin with the other one, lowering and leaving a trail of red lines from his back to his toned and strong bicep.

One of his hands reached for the side of my neck as he continued to kiss it, warm and wet kisses that made me simply go absolutely feral. He softly slid his fingers between my hair, tangling into it. His moans grew louder on my neck, and I felt him reach for my earlobe while pushing himself harder.

«Fuck...» he whispered. «You feel... so damn good..» his breathy words hit the goosebumps of pure pleasure on my skin. When I tried to open my eyes, my vision was blurry, dazed by the delightful passion that overwhelmed us both.

«You do too.. big boy..» I managed to reply. My voice was a high pitched moan, shaky and wheezing.

His hips pushed harder in between my legs, as König moved his hand from my neck throughout my body, reaching for my good leg and squeezing it. His lips pulled away from my skin and his body towered over me as he thrusted his full length and girth into me. I was forced to remove my hand from his bicep, and consequently brought it above my head, gripping the sheets tightly with both of my hands now.

I began wriggling under him, spreading my legs as much as I could, arching my back desperately trying to feel more. I was desperate, I knew König noticed. I was this way for him.

To keep me still, he moved his hand on my lower belly, pressing hard on it causing me to feel his dick even deeper inside of me. My legs began shaking as he put my good one on his shoulder and sped up his pace even more. My whimpers got louder when he used his free hand to choke me.

I muffled some very loud moans before feeling my body break into an orgasm. A thick release of cum came out of my heated and twitching cunt dirtying Konig's cock, still pushed deep into me.

«König...» I moaned out his name while he kept me under him, despite my body relaxing after I came on him.

«Y/n, please, I need more...» he muttered. «I'm not done with you yet..»

My eyes were still closed and my head was still tilted backwards, as his crotch made a clapping sound against mine, both of us a mess between wet, heated and sweaty at this point.

«Please, y/n..» he kept his hand on my neck, pushing and digging inside of me with his still rock hard dick. I cried out in pleasure as he hit my g spot more than once again, and again, and again. I opened my eyes, a tear ran out of one of them. A pleasured one. The satisfaction, bliss and ease I felt was just too much. But I still wanted more. I wanted to remember every single detail of this evening.

He pushed me to my limits, made me cum desperately and overstimulated me through it. Fucked me through it. His thrust didn't slow down a bit but just got harder and deeper. Dear lord, I was sure I would feel him for days.

His hand was still pressing down on my belly, the other one choking me. I rolled back my eyes and I couldn't help but quiver under his movements. I grabbed firmly on his wrist, digging my nails into his skin.

I muffled my moans, trying to hold back the sudden urge I had to pee. I felt pressure on the insides of my cunt, my stomach was rolling and knotting, my heartbeat faster, I felt in in my throat.

My noises were broken, the air in my lungs leaving my mouth in tough chunks, and not because of Konig's hand on my neck.

His whimpers grew louder and more desperate, while he spanked himself so fucking hard inside of me.

I could feel him throbbing into my clenched walls, and I wasn't feeling my legs anymore. I opened my eyes and saw his figure on top of me, his muscles tight and his head tilted back, as his loud moans filled my eardrums.

I lifted myself on my elbows and tried to tell him that i needed to go to the bathroom.

Little did I know I really didn't need to.

All that exited from my lips were loud and hasty hums and whimpers. My sight was still a bit blurred from my tears, and suddenly, I couldn't hold it anymore.

I squirted.

All over him.

And the sheets.

And in that exact same moment, he pulled himself out and came on my abdomen.

When my liquids finished, i immediately closed my legs and cupped my mouth in embarrassment.

What the hell did I do... I felt my whole face turn hot and red, I tried to cover it as mush as possible, also covering my eyes and laying back down on the bed.

The soaked stain of my juices was still under me, but I tried my hardest to ignore it. It was really fucking embarrassing. Awkward.

It was my first squirt ever.

I didn't expect that, not in the slightest.

König slowly made his way on the bed and sat beside me. He grabbed my wrists and revealed my heated and burning red cheeks.

He smiled at me.

«There's no need to cover your pretty face, schätzchen (darling)» he whispered, caressing my face, «I loved that.»

I sighed and chuckled, looking into his eyes still a bit shyly. I kept my subtle grin and replied. «It was the first time this happened to me.»

«Glad that I've been the one, doll.»

He kissed my lips softly and stood up.

«Let me clean you, and myself. I made quite a mess.»

«Yeah..» I laughed as he searched for his clothes.

«You know, I got this room because it's the closest one to the bathroom.»

He chuckled and quickly rushed to the other room.

He returned with a warm wet cloth and rubbed it on me so gently, getting rid of all of our juices on my body. His hands were so careful and soft while he cleaned up the mess we created.

«I still have to change the sheets.» I laughed.

«I'll help you with that.»

I smiled softly at him and he did too, kissing me afterwards.

«Can I sleep with you tonight, hase?»

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

[the-cheshire-cat-grin]

if i were to post something....a bit unhinged. you guys have to promise to look away.

[pixeechix21]

Take it, Mein Engel

Königxreader praise kink

Summary: You’re on a very cold mission; it’s cold, and well, he can warm you up… you try your best not to wake up the rest of the team, but it's hopeless.

He’s a lethal soldier, a monster of a man, who is weak at the sight of you using him so that you come.

TW: smuuuutttttt, PRAISE KINK to the MAX, sex, size kink (Idek @ this point?), pinv, oral,

It’s freezing outside and slowly it’s seeping into your tent. There is a light snoring and  mumbling coming from the team in their own tents. You feel restless as you gradually lose feeling in your fingers and ears, shifting positions trying to find any heat. Finally when you’d had enough you wrap yourself up and exit your tent heading straight to his. He’s normally out like a light so you figured you could just temporarily ‘borrow’- let's be honest steal- his mini electric heater.

Upon entering your eyes squint into the darkness seeing his large body rising and falling steadily. In the corner you hit the jackpot, the radiator glowing a warming red. Trying not to wake him you creep in further, pausing instantly as you hear him mumble something in his sleep. You look at him, his features are soft, yet more masculine than ever, as he sleeps. A sudden urge to curl up to his large body, and touch his lips, comes over you. As you go to grab the heater you trip over a large boot exclaiming, quietly, as you fall. Into his bed. I know I wished for it but seriously, you think frantically trying to scramble out of his bed. Before you could, a large muscular arm wraps around you hugging you in closer, under the covers. He still has his eyes closed as he says, “can I help you Engle?” his accent heavy in his drowsiness. 

“Let me go, I was just coming to borrow your heater,” you whisper loudly.

“Mmm. stay here it’s warmer,” he snuggles into your neck, breathing you in lovingly. You try to get out but every time to wriggle about he tightens his hold, as if he’d never want to let you go. 

“König,” you say flatly, guiltily enjoying as you sink into him and you feel his hard worked body pressed into you.

“Ja mein liebling,” he gives your neck a small kiss, as he scoots you both onto the center of the small bed. You moan involuntarily as you feel his soft lips move against your neck. You wriggle once more trying your luck. I need to get out of this you think stupidly knowing full well this is exactly where you wanted to be. “Stay still, you feel so good,” his voice is husky as his hand lowers to your hips and holds you. He has no clue how he makes you feel when he talks to you in that low tone of his. Bodies together and the dark blanketing you both. He slowly grinds into your ass so that you feel his hard on, turning you on more you reciprocate and arch your ass back to meet him. You exhale as you feel yourself want to straddle that man's hips and feel his large dick in its fullest. “Shieze, y/n they’re next door,” he gets out gruffly now fully awake placing wet kisses and lightly biting your neck. 

“We’ll be quiet,” you say, reasoning with him. 

“Trust me Engle I want to make you scream my name, not be quiet,” he forwarns. It doesn’t matter, your body wants, you want him, and he needs you. He rolls on top of you. His huge body was laying on you, and you could feel his erection imprint on your stomach. Looking up to him with doe eyes you bite your bottom lip seeing his muscles through his tight shirt. He takes your throat in one hand, face coming close, so close that as he speaks his lips brush over yours. “Promise you’ll be quiet as I pound into that pretty pussy of yours?” He says his crystalline blue eyes looking deeply into mine. “Promise,” he tightens his grip and you start to see black around the corners of your vision.

“I promise,” you say begging for friction as your clit throbs and heat grows in your core. He squeezes once, “I promise I’ll be quiet as you pound into my pretty pussy,” you repeat, needily.

“Good,” he says before he obliterates your lips with a deep carnal need. His tongue dominates yours and your cold finger goes under his shirt and pushes him to crush you under his weight. He inhales, surprised at the cold. His hand goes to your hard peaked nipple, twisting it between his fingers making you arch, tossing your head into the pillow. Hurriedly he takes off your shirt tossing it into the dark, coming down on you taking your breast into his mouth sucking and biting. You moan quietly as he plays with you at his leisure. He looks up at you, his lips swollen from the kissing and his eyes sharp searching your face. Your small hand cradles the side of his cheek and he kisses it sweetly. He’s had fantasies in the long nights, just meters apart, about him finally being able to pleasure and cherish your body. Countless nights he’s imagined himself with you as he comes in his hand, wishing it was you pussy. He kisses you down to the waistline of your pants, a hand pulling it down you, a rush of cold hits your sensitive clit. König’s thumbs make small circles in the inside of your thighs. Taking your feet he drags you to the edge of the bend getting on his knees to get closer. At first he licks your folds then almost as if one taste wasn’t enough he goes all in. His head clenched by your thighs, he holds a leg  for support as he tongue fucks you, then moving his toung to your clit he bites it gently forcing a small squeal. At the sound he stops his movements entirely. “What did I tell you?” He breathes out, his hair disheveled and out of place. 

“I’ll be quiet, please I promise König,” you plead, twisting your fingers through his soft hair and pushing him back down. Pleased he digs back in lapping at your wetness nearing your climax. His finger fucks you as his tongue flicks, and sucks your overly sensitive clit, “come for me Engle. Come on my face,” you take a pillow and cover your face as you moan loudly as you cum on him. “That’s it,” he continues as he licks all of you. Thighs firmly on either side of his head he opens them so that he can look down at you. “Such a good girl, Mein Liebling,” he watches as his two fingers circle your enlarged clit, causing you to squirm. He chuckles laying on the bed leaning against the tent wall, taking you into his lap. Your naked body straddles his lap and without knowing- as you wrap your arms around his neck and his arms shift your ass- you start to grind on him. Yearning for friction you lay all your body on his hard cock. You feel him straining against the fabric, he groans, he slides up and down your wet sopping cunt, a watch patch marking his pants. “Fuck, König,” you breathe out. You place a hand on his broad chest and the other one behind you so that you hit your spot. You grind on him faster and faster as he leans back and watches hungrily at you fucking his lap. “Oh my god-” you start out as you take yourself to another finish. His hands start to guide you, and you can feel him twitch under you. As you shake rising he lowers his pants taking his cock into his hands. You salivate at the size of him, large and the tip bulging needing release. You take him in your hand, wrapping it around König’s as you sit on it. 

“y/n you’re so tight, schiβe,” he rests his heavy head on your shoulder. It feels euphoric how he stretches you and fills you to the hilt, how his chest goes up and down with restraint as you squeeze around him as you go up and down. Breaths one and the same as he gazes into your eyes, watching you strain with effort. “That’s it. Take it I’m yours,” he kisses you in between each word, as you quicken your pace. The impact of your body hitting and rubbing against him as you ride him hits you deliciously. He hand cradles your neck as you lean back, the sounds he makes pressing you closer to finishing you fingers go in between your bodies to further you. Before long he switches, back on top of you taking both hands up above your head. You look angrily at him, because he interrupted you, but not for long as he gains control. 

He wants to make you scream his name so loud that even the enemy forces can hear you. He wants to obliterate you so much that he renders you unable to walk. And to his wishes, he thrusts viciously in and out of you. You cry at the pressure building within you, and the sheer pain that his force causes you. “Shh, shh Engle.” He grunts with each thrust next to your ear. The air prickles your skin to form goosebumps. “Take it for me, Mein Gott. Just like that,” you bite the crevasse of his neck to stop you from breaking your promise.“Tssk,” he gasps. Inside you, you feel him hardening even more. He’s lost all control as you wrap your legs around his waist. A calloused hand goes over your mouth, as he looks down at the connection between you two.

“Come with me,” he says, working harder. The wet sounds of him fucking your pussy, your helpless moaning, mixed with the light creak of the small bed, sounds like his new favorite melody. “Mein gott y/n, just like that,” he rasps out as you cum around his cock and he cums in you. He pumps a few more times strenuously before he collapses on the side of you. He pulls you across on top of him as he snuggles into you. You're a wreck and melt into his large body that engulfs you in a warm bear hug. He hums faintly as you fall asleep, the cold long forgotten.

is it jus me or do these sometimes feel like you're reading straight porn but like its not cuz your reading it?? jus me???🙈🥰

plz leave any ideas, or comments on wt ever 🥳-xox piciechix

[writersdrug]

Mourning Dove

König x Reader (WIP)

Summary: You'd never seen it coming - the apocalypse. Sickness everywhere, spreading like fire and taking out nations, faster than you could understand it. You were fortunate enough that your current boyfriend was prepared for this, and that he had every intention to bring you along with him on the journey of a lifetime - staying alive. But, as more of his intentions come to light under the stress of the world's end, you realize that staying with him is just another path to death. You decide that death to the virus is better than enduring this life with him.

Except, after gathering your courage, some supplies, and putting on your strong, independent facade, you're still unprepared - and now, alone, so you think. So when you stumble upon a cabin and its owner, a rather large, ex-military brute, you're desperate for any and all help you can get.

He tells you that, in this neck of the woods, strange things happen. Stranger than the virus. You see it for yourself a few times, things that make icy terror claw its way into your chest. You start to wonder... did you make the right decision? Are you truly safe? Can you trust this man, and all that he tells you? Do you have any other choice?

Contains: horror themes, A/B/O dynamics, gore, death, smut, rough sex, delusion and gaslighting, mentions of abusive relationship, talk of physical abuse, animal death

Chapter 1. A New Path

Chapter 2. Dead End

Chapter 3. Pursuit

Chapter 4. The Cabin

Chapter 5. The Man

A/N: This is still very much a WIP and there will for sure be more chapters, but I wanted to try my hand at a KönigxReader with a horror theme. I also need a palate cleanser to help me write my other stories. First chapter should be coming up soon!

Let me know if you'd like to be on the taglist!

[madamedestler]

KönigxReader coming soon btw it’s going to be spicy hot

[maylovessyou]

GUYS! I promise I'm working on the Königxreader slow burn story, it's just it's been kinda hard lately.

I've been talking only in English for a couple of days and since it's not my first language it has tired my brain a lot.

I promise I'll post it as soon as I can.

Love you💞

[fewblood]

Beware of the Shadow - König x Fem Reader

As one of the new KorTac recruits, you were already known not to 'fuck' around, but you couldn't care less. The opportunity to start anew was a good way to test yourself. Well... until he comes and challenges you. You could only wonder why König seemed so interested in you, but also why you were so compelled to seek out who really hid behind the mask. But the only important question is... Who will succumb first to the other, despite your respective inner demons? Maybe you'll find out for yourself what the Shadows have to offer-or, rather, what they'll make you sacrifice...

⚠️ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 🍑

explicit smut, slow burn, canon-typical violence, military inaccuracies, light angst

Story also posted on Wattpad, TikTok and ao3 @few_blood

Many thanks to @juicy_queen_mathilda for helping me so much with the german wordings ❤️❤️❤️

Table of contents :

Part 1

[dracobrooklyn]

Please forgive me if I got the research wrong 😭

|| MDNI || 18+ ONLY

CW: Smut, Prey/Predator dynamic, and Public sex

Me thinking about the holiday Lupercalia where it’s through February 13-15 where if my research is correct it was the day to celebrate the she wolf who took care of Romulus and Remus as infants and appease the fertility god of Rome. When Lupercalia first began, each man of Rome participating would select a woman’s name from a jar and the two would be coupled for the duration of the festival.

If I also remember correctly, they chase that same girl into the woods like the rest of the couples as if “hunting” them down, and once they catch them. It’s all carnal pleasure, sex in the woods kind of thing.

And all I could think about was König in this situation. Wearing a wolf pelt over his head like the skin he has in COD. Picks the name of said reader, is paired with her for the rest of the festival and definitely enjoys the time he has with her. Possibly falling in love with the reader in the process. After all wouldn’t they deem him the Alpha because of how tall and big he has. Wouldn’t it be an honor to be chosen by him.

Am I going to write a one-shot of this… yes, yes I am. I can’t get this idea out of my head now.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Karaoke Night”

Master List

Fluff, crush.

One Shot

Königxreader

“Come on Lassie, I know you can sing. You’re always singing in your room or gym”

“No no no stop pushing me Soap”

“You’ll be fine. It was my idea to be here.”

“Price please no I’m shy?”

“MacTavish , (Y/N)”

With a smile Price held his bourbon up to the couple fighting.

(Y/N) was announced to the crowd. The crowd consisted of military personnel and civilians.

Looking over in the crowd (y/n) saw her crush. As he sat in the crowd next to Captain Price and Soap. His mask was the one that stood out to her.

Little did she know he sat watching her as well.

He saw in the back with Gaz and Alejandro watching her shuffle onto the stage where the microphone sat.

She didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of her crush.

Approaching the microphone she trembled.

Palms sweaty, her mouth dry. She felt like running off stage and hiding her flustered face.

She thought back when she was in her shower. Holding her loofa with the warm water caressing her body as she sang this song.

For Her Crush. 🖤

Melting

-Kali Uchis

You are my church, you are my place of worship

I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict

When you're around, my insides turn inverted

My blood start to rush when I see you, darling

I know you're nearby and I know your purpose

Take one look at you, you're heavens incarnate

What is this spell baby, please show some mercy

[Chorus:]

Melting like an ice cream

When you smile

Melting, you're a daydream

Stay a while

I pray that I can learn to be funny

I am watching every stand-up comedy

Just hoping that it will rub off on me

So you will smile at everything I say

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites

I wanna touch them with the dead of night

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight

Then somehow I know everything's alright

Melting like an ice cream

When you smile

Melting, you're a daydream

Stay a while

Melting like an ice cream

When you smile

Melting, you're a daydream

Stay

Singing up on stage she had forgotten about everyone in the room. It was only her and her crush in that moment. All her worries disappeared as she sang.

“Wow, sie ist in jeder Hinsicht wunderschön. Aber die Art, wie sie singt. Ich habe mich in sie verliebt, ich kann ihr einfach nur beim Singen zuhören und ich werde als glücklicher Mann sterben.”

“Wow, she is beautiful in every way. But the way she sings. I fell in love with her, I can just listen to her sing and I will die a happy man.”

Seeing her around the base the way she walked around humming to herself. The way she smiled to everyone. But for him it was different her smiles and giggles made his day better. König knew about her crush on Simon. It didn’t bother him because he overheard Simon talking about (y/n) to Gaz. Ghost wasn’t interested in her.

König noticed how flustered she had gotten on stage.

As the song ended she shyly walked over. Taking a seat next to Soap stealing small glances at Ghost. He didn’t notice her.

König noticed it.

Watching Simon leave the bar. Made her nervous. She held drink swishing it around looking around.

König knew this was his chance to say something.

“Liebling, ist dir überhaupt klar, was du mit mir machst?”

“Darling, do you even realize what you're doing to me?”

König scoot closer to her.

“Hi, König!”

“I didn’t realize you were here? Especially being the tallest person here. I didn’t notice you”

“I was sitting in the back.”

“Lovely song you sang”

He fumbled with his drink in his hands and looking over to her.

“Awww thank you König?”

She sighs softly and looking down.

“Wenn ich sehe, wie du mich anlächelst, flattert mein Herz.”

“When I see you smile at me, my heart flutters.”

He glances over to her lovingly. He takes his time memorizing every detail of her face and the color of her hair and the sparrow pin in her hair.

“Ich verstehe dich. Das wissen Sie, nicht wahr?”

“I understand you. You know that, don't you?"

She looks to him blushing.

König was taken by surprise. His eyes widen at that very sentence.

She sat beside him smiling taking a sip of her drink.

König stiffen up next to her. His face felt hot as he looked down at his fumbling fingers. Not knowing what to say to her. He looked at her with his face burning.

“How long?”

He clears his throat and looking down to the ground nervously and shyly

“From when we first met?”

“I found out it was you that would restock the tea container that’s hidden in the cupboard.”

“Only two people knew about that hiding spot. Ghost and me?”

“At first I thought it was him. I confronted him and he denied it was him and I asked around and Soap was the one who told me he saw you putting the tea container back.”

“So I started watching you from a distance and that’s when I noticed everywhere I turned you were always nearby.”

She smiles thinking about the memories of her finding out about who her secret admirer was.

“But I thought you had a crush on Ghost?”

“All those time we trained you were always around us?”

He gets confused for a moment.

“You silly goose. It was to be around you.”

“Me?”

“You wanted to be with me?”

“Yes silly”

She giggle holding her drink. Covering her smile trying to hide her flustered face.

“Aww you really think that song was for Ghost?”

“Yes, the way he looked at you. And the way you two picked on each other.”

“Ghost is like a big brother to me.”

“But I never had the guts to confess my feelings to you. And Soap found out about my crush as well.”

“And the small gifts you left for me in my room.”

“After every mission and when I had the really bad nights.”

“Schatz”

“I like you too König”

König smiled to himself. Getting flustered himself. He didn’t know what to say to her.

[krypticcafe]

what’s the königxreader fic you talking about where reader kidnaps him?

Context, anon is referencing this mini ramble I had (and have apparently deleted w/o remembering??) about how I enjoy dark fiction from a purely psychological and analytical level rather than romanticism.

I mentioned reading a könig/reader fic where m!reader kidnaps könig, it read like a short psychological thriller movie for a bit. Kinda reminded me of the icks I got from moments in Saltburn (which was a pretty good movie).

The last chapter I ever read from it was smut and I don't exactly know if I should be spreading content I don't fully endorse so I'll only drop the title under all the discussion I have on it below since I think it's important to keep what I'm saying in mind.

It's a fic that mildly glorifies its themes, and I have since dropped it in all honesty. It's like when you consume the fictional depiction of something bad for entertainment but there comes a point where you're like "Okay how much can I emotionally/mentally profit from this without supporting what it actually stands for". Because I mean like, I write about military people and fictional killers but I don't actually like the military, and real-life killers are fucking disgusting, like that stuff is really obvious. But this fic kinda blurs the lines, you know what I mean?? So yeah I just kinda stopped.

Slight TW for mentions of abuse, obsession, and I will be discussing one of the overarching themes of the fic vaguely.

Frankly, the only reason I read it in the first place was because of how I was fascinated at how fucked up of a character the reader was, reading off more like a psychological thriller antagonist working off of his delusions. I loved the metaphors of the relationship dynamic being that of a dog and its owner, how deeply disturbing it was to see the reader using this to justify his every action. It reminded me of Makima, from Chainsaw Man and Oliver from Saltburn because (SPOILERS - skip the next paragraph to avoid)

—Makima groomed Denji, she is the control devil, and her relationship with Denji is that of a dog and its owner as well. Yet what makes her different is that she is an obvious villain in the end, it's the whole point of the end of the first part. Same can be said with Oliver, he's not a good person either and Saltburn emphasizes the theme is how romantic obsession can consume a person. Manipulation and twisted power dynamics are what they share with the story.

I mean the fic itself was like a car crash you can't help but to look at. The mental deterioration of both characters was well written, except,

well I mean I can't forget that this is a fic romanticizing abuse and not a fictional case study exploring the horrors of romantic obsession and the human mind, that it's a twisted romance and not a twisted thriller. And especially after the smut chapter, yeah no I'm good from there.

If you stumble across the fic Puppy for Adoption, I guess read it with caution? I have to give props to the quality of the writing, moments had me turning my nose yet wondering what was in store for these characters. But I can't quite recommend supporting it with how its writing intentions are kinda morally blurred.

[phramboise]

— collector*🔗 3.1k words

SIMONRILEYXFEM!READER- Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you? Find nourishment in the very sight of you? You think so. But would you see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him? More like your obsessive situationship kidnapping you.

— murder to excellence 🔗 0.8k words

KÖNIGXREADER- you know he’s going to pull the trigger eventually, how kind of him to wait a little longer.

— heart’s blood in ink 🔗 1.5k words

LIEUTENANTJOHNPRICEXFEM!READER- you’re half of the flesh, and blood makes him feel whole.

— gold dust woman 🔗 1.1k words

LIEUTENANTJOHNPRICEXFEM!READER- heart’sbloodinink2

— only lovers left alive*🔗 3.3k words

SIMONRILEYXFEM!READER- you’ve been sleeping for long enough, and he always noticed. maybe you’ll not only love the winter days anymore.

— risqué mistress of morbidity*🔗 4.1k words

CAPTAINJOHNPRICEXFEM!READER- My risque mistress of morbidity—  how you have silenced my insanity!

— the dry salvages 🔗 0.7k words

CAPTAINJOHNPRICEXFEM!READER- is it smoking he hates?

— story to tell on your skin 🔗 0.7k words

JOHNPRICEXFEM!READER- a little comfort blurb.

* means for nsfw, and many of these revolve around negative themes, so thread carefully. Please mind the tags.

[pixeechix21]

Pt2 Königxreader

Summary: after you both finish, he takes you to a waffle house to sober you up. And at the end you learn just how dangerous he can be under that gentle demeanor.

Fluff like dancing and prancing on a cloud fluff.

Tw: mentions of sex, really nothing hut at the end it's a bit graphic could be worse tho

Waffles 2:

TOP NEWS TONIGHT (Mon)

Renowned lawyer was found in an alley bloodied and naked with the words carved on his back, "leave no evidence" he was found barely able to breathe due to a broken nose and ribs. No one knows who could have done this, if you have any information please call.

You nearly choke on your coffee as the tiny TV at work announces this. . König.

Sat:

Passing by the lights flash blurred, like in a fever dream. You can feel the light shaking of your legs as a result of before. It intrigues you at how he's just humming along, after the total mess he made of your guts. A small smile rests on your face as his thumb absentmindedly makes circles on your thighs, imprinting his hand.

Entering the dinner there's a little tinkle of a bell above you, then a thump and ring as you look behind you and König rubs his head. In the corner you slide into a bright red booth, across from you, you laugh as he tries to squeeze in. "Hi uuh, wait sorry," more squeaking of the leather booth.

"Take your time sweetheart, we're open for 24hrs," she says warmly," she says pulling out her writing pad. Once he settled down you state your order half drunk feeling the hangover setting in.

"Can I have a stack of waffles and Strawberries,"

"And for me chocolate and blueberry pancakes," he looks at the menu

"So for you two darlings, one waffle, and one chocolate blueberry pancake," as she goes away he corrects timidly, "no could it be two pancake stacks one chocolate the other Blueberries," she looks at him and nods.

As he looks at your face he explains "what it's very tiring trying to please you Schatz." You warm at him naming you, treasure. For the next hour you chat happily about whatever that comes up. The food comes and goes and the sun rises over the skyline. "Why do you want to forget so bad?" He looks sadly at you. "Did he hurt you?" You sit quietly contemplating opening up to this stranger. Looking out of the window you weigh the dangers. "It's okay if you don't want to tell me," he reassures sweetly. You give him a small smile, "no no it's okay I was just searching for words." A spotted cat jumps up out of nowhere to his lap and he leans back trying to distance himself, arms up as if in surrender to Meatball. "Haha Meatball likes you, she doesn't bite. Well…" you kid watching him widen his eyes sucking in his breath, "I'm joking she's sweet." He hesitantly starts to pet Meatball, getting a soft purring from her. "He didn't hurt me physically, 'never leave visible evidence he'd say. It was always more personal you know, like emotionally he'd hurt me," you blurt out. It was the first time you admitted that. "Lawyer?"

"Yeah how'd you know?"

"Wide guess," he shrugs his shoulders. Looking down admiringly at the cat massaging his chest with its claws. "You know you deserve better, no jerk should treat a lady like that," he says definitely, you loosen your grip on your legs and relax. Feeling the sleep coming to get you. "Come it's late I'll take you home."

Sometimes in the car you fall asleep and only briefly remember strong arms wrapping around you and hoisting up. "Goodnight I'll teach him about leaving evidence," he whispers before a small kiss is placed on your cheek.

[madamedestler]

Just sharing one of my fave snippets from my up and coming KönigxReader. It’s spicy so um…yeah…you have been warned