#Konig mw2

[realfullnameunavailable]

Kisses hoodie, Valentine's Day special.

MLM, pure fluff, SFW, König x GN!Reader (male-leaning)

"What... is this?"

With a slightly confused but composed expression, he asked. Gazing down at the pastel purple box adorned with small flowers and a pink bow, he noted that you had handed it to him with a satisfied yet innocent grin. It appeared quite beautiful, perhaps even too beautiful, leaving him uncertain about what it hid inside. He looked at you, then back at the box, and finally back at you with a furrowed brow.

"A surprise," you said, grinning innocently, looking up at him with eyes filled with impatience and excitement.

He grumbled something under his breath, tugging at the bow's end and watching it fall to the floor. He gripped the box a bit tighter before hesitantly lifting the lid and placing it on the table.

With slightly widened eyes, his breath hitched as he saw the white hoodie with your initials drawn on it with... kisses? "What?" König thought, looking down speechless at the sweatshirt. König tried his hardest to keep his ears from turning red, but the realization that you had made this just for him - on this holiday, of all days - made it impossible.

König had never celebrated any holiday, especially Valentine's Day, as it had never meant anything to him. He found it another regular, miserable day to endure, silently suffering among the lovey-dovey couples. He found it disgusting and was deeply jealous of the love they showed each other, since he had always felt alone, ever since his teens. His severe social anxiety, compounded by childhood bullying, didn't help; he despised every love-related holiday as he had never truly felt loved.

Until today.

You waited patiently for him to pull the hoodie from the box, your hands hidden behind your back, rocking on your toes; the grin never left your face. You took joy in König's flushed ears, knowing that no one had ever given him something so thoughtful.

König, unable to answer otherwise, grumbled a low 'ridiculous' under his breath, pulling the hoodie out from the box and placing it next to its lid on the desk. Despite his grumpy attitude, he handled the fabric with surprising delicacy as if afraid to ruin your gift. He held it as if it was the most precious thing in the world crafted with your own hands, mind, and soul. Clearing his throat and refusing to face you, he paused before mumbling a low 'You didn't have to do this,' gently rubbing his thumb across the thick, comfy fabric of the sweatshirt, eyes almost watering from the overwhelming feeling washing over his heart. No one has ever gifted him something as meaningful as this, so personal yet made just for him.

"So?" you chimed in with a low chuckle, tired of waiting for him to put it on. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights, holding the hoodie awkwardly as if he'd never held one before. "Put it on," you urged, excitement clear in your voice, eager for him to stop standing like a mannequin and pull it on already. He sighed defensively, as if you were asking for too much, but with slightly shaking hands, pulled it over his head.

He froze.

The soft, rich fabric wrapped around him like a cocoon. Its warmth settled over his body in a way that felt almost foreign, like being covered with a blanket on a cold, winter evening - safe, secure. A feeling he hadn't known since his childhood.

He was overwhelmed, yet felt so loved it almost hurt. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep his composure and failing miserably; his ears and cheeks flushed with soft redness. Swallowing hard, he finally spoke. "Thank you..." his voice was low, almost uncertain, stealing glances at you but mostly looking down at the floor, shifting awkwardly. He was so embarrassed by his behavior - a grown man like him, with an important role in the army, shouldn't melt at such soft gestures.

But it was you.

And because it was you, he couldn't stop the butterflies bubbling in the depths of his stomach and the fluttering of his heart. Especially not when your love-filled eyes stayed on him, almost teasing him for how shy he had become.

He huffed at you, both annoyed and flustered - a rare sight, considering how hard he always tried to maintain his stoic demeanor around you, serious, composed, yet never unaware of your presence. Shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket in an attempt to ground himself, his fingers brushed against something flat, wrapped in paper. His brows furrowed as he pulled it out, only to freeze.

A bar of chocolate. His favorite.

He stared at it, caught off guard, his grip tightening slightly. Another surprise. Another gesture just for him.

You couldn't help but grin at him as his face flushed a deeper crimson and awkwardly shifted, tugging at his hoodie with his free hand while still holding the chocolate bar. God, this had never happened to him before. How was he supposed to react to something so strange? This shower of affection hit harder than a bullet to the gut.

He cleared his throat, rolling his eyes and shoving the chocolate bar back into his pocket. His brows furrowed as he looked down at you, hoping to regain his composure. "I don't eat sweets, don't you know that?" he complained, yet the way he held it like dear life told otherwise. You tilted your head, smiling mischievously at him. "You know?" you started, crossing your arms and looking up at him with a puffed chest and a satisfied expression. "I've never seen you act like this; so shy," you continued, teasing him cruelly, knowing he would deny it.

"I'm not shy; I just didn't expect this... all of this," he shot back at you defensively, tightening his grip on the chocolate bar in his pocket, trying to hide from your teasing. He wasn't sure if he was trying to hide from you or himself, and he almost seemed annoyed at your comment, yet the redness creeping up his neck and ears told a different story.

Your smile widened at his tone, leaning just a little closer with a hum. "Uh-huh... understandable," you said, having the urge to just grab his face and shower him with kisses at how cute he acted. God, it was so rare yet so satisfying to see.

For a moment, König stayed quiet. He didn't grumble, didn't try to argue or get defensive again. He just... stood there, processing everything that you had said and done.

"You didn't have to go through all this trouble. You could have bought a card from the gift shop," he said softly, more to himself than to you.

Your grin softened into a smile at his quiet words, sighing and dropping your hands down. "That's unacceptable," you said back. "You deserve it."

He inhaled deeply, exhaling through his mouth as he finally looked at you, properly looked at you. His steel-blue eyes held something unreadable, something that made your chest feel tight.

"You know I don't—" he paused, shaking his head slightly before correcting himself. "No one has ever done something like this for me." His voice was low, almost hesitant opening up to you about something so personal. "It's... nice," he added quietly, unsure what to say to such a gift.

You smiled at his small words. "They should have," you began, reaching to adjust the collar of the hoodie. "And now someone finally has."

König swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he clenched his jaw. Then, as if unable to stop himself, he gave a nod, his fingers still clinging to the chocolate bar in his pocket. "Danke..." he said, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

You chuckled, and he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple with his free hand while gripping the chocolate bar in his pocket with the other. He looked like he was about to combust from sheer embarrassment.

"You love it, admit it," you teased, rocking on your heels.

"I tolerate it," he huffed, shoving his second hand in the pocket.

"Mhm, sure. Keep telling yourself that," he groaned, but instead of snapping back, he hesitated. "Thank you. It means... a lot."

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone, smiling back. "Anytime, König."

He cleared his throat. "Now stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" you said back.

"Like... this. Stop," he grumbled, his gaze drating to the side.

You smirked and stepped closer. "Happy Valentine's Day, König."

He let out a dramatic sigh, but this time, you caught the tiny ghost of a smile on his lips. Slowly, he pulled a hand from the pocket only to lift it just enough to hide the lower half of his face. "...Happy Valentine's Day."

[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ guess who decided to post again after an eternity? im so sorry yall im locking from now on ꒱

König is that type to: Pull you behind him protectively if someone even slightly looks at you the wrong way

König is that type to: Accidentally lift you off the ground when he hugs you because he forgets how strong he is

König is that type to: Wear his hood even at home because it makes him feel comfortable and safe, sometimes even forgetting he has it on

König is that type to: Struggle to sit comfortably in small chairs, his knees always too high, it ends up looking like he is sitting on a kids chair

König is that type to: Act all tough in public, but when he is alone with you he acts like a lovesick puppy

König is that type to: Genuinely enjoy grocery shopping, but always buy too much and struggles where to put all of those stuff he bought

König is that type to: Let you do whatever you want to him ꒰style his hair, steal his hoodies, poke his cheeks ꒱ he’ll just sigh and let it happen.

König is that type to: Try to “share” the blanket with you, but somehow always ends up with 90% of it ꒰ he claims that he should be your blanket ꒱

König is that type to: Get super focused when cooking, measuring everything perfectly, like it’s a military mission.

König is that type to: Cover his face with his hands when flustered, like a giant embarrassed mess.

König is that type to: Say “Scheiße” under his breath when he drops something, then crouch down dramatically like it’s the end of the world.

König is that type to: Fidget with the hem of his mask when nervous or deep in thought.

König is that type to: Struggle to text with his massive fingers, constantly making typos usually not even noticing them

König is that type to: Sleep in the weirdest, most chaotic positions, dragging you with him as he cages you with his arms and legs like a koala

König is that type to: Whisper “Entschuldigung” (excuse me) to objects when he bumps into them

König is that type to: Duck under doorways instinctively, even if they’re tall enough for him ꒰ he good trauma yall ꒱

König is that type to: Panic if you cry, immediately pulling you into his arms and mumbling in German because he doesn’t know what else to do.

König is that type to: Look terrifying when staring, but he was just dozing out thinking about what to eat for dinner

König is that type to: Genuinely believe you are the best thing in his life, even if he’s too awkward to say it all the time.

[sirrabbithat]

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Happy Valentine’s Day? 🫶🏻

It was an excuse to study Umiko 🥲

PATREON | TWITTER | BLUESKY

[perfectdecagon]

They are bullying me

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König 👑           Horangi 🐅

[konigisking-writes]

[fawnizd3ad]

Happy Valentine’s Day, Sluts. ❤️💋

[luvvictoria]

Flustered Confession

+ pairings. konig x f!reader

+ tags. romance, he's just shy bro ( he's not )

+ summary. he crushed on your for AGES and conffesed to you on valentine's day

König had been crushing on you for what felt like forever.

It was ridiculous, really. He was a soldier—a damn good one. He had faced the worst the world had to offer, survived things that would break lesser men, walked through fire and gunfire without so much as flinching. But now? Standing in front of your door on Valentine’s Day, gripping a bouquet of flowers like a lifeline, his palms sweating beneath his gloves?

Scheiße.

His pulse pounded in his ears, loud enough that he swore you could hear it through the door. The bouquet—roses, of course, because he had read somewhere that they were romantic—felt too small in his giant hands. The chocolates, wrapped neatly in red foil, suddenly seemed childish. Stupid. Why had he picked these? He had spent hours at the store, agonizing over every detail, wanting everything to be perfect, only to now feel like a fool standing outside your room like some lovesick schoolboy.

His mind raced.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he should leave the gifts at your door and disappear before you saw him. Maybe—

The door creaked open before he could act on that thought.

His breath caught.

You stood there, hair slightly tousled, soft warmth in your eyes as you blinked up at him. The hallway light cast a gentle glow on your face, catching the curve of your lips as they parted in surprise. You weren’t dressed up, weren’t expecting anything, and yet König thought you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen.

"König?"

Your voice was laced with curiosity, the way you said his name making something in his chest ache.

Gott help him, he nearly dropped everything right then and there. His fingers curled tightly around the gifts, his knuckles going white as he fought the urge to bolt.

Your gaze flickered down, taking in the bouquet in one hand, the chocolates in the other.

His entire body locked up, muscles going rigid like a deer caught in headlights. His pulse roared in his ears, drowning out all rational thought as his gloved hands shoved the small box toward you in a clumsy motion.

“I… I wanted to do something nice for you,” he stammered, his voice thick with nerves, deep but unsteady.

Your lips curled into a soft smile as you accepted the gifts, your fingers brushing against his in the process. The brief contact sent a shiver up his spine, and he had to fight the urge to curl his hands into fists to keep them from trembling.

"This is so sweet, Colonel," you murmured, cradling the bouquet like something precious. "You didn’t have to—"

He let out a deep, shaky breath, eyes darting between your face and the ground. His thoughts were a whirlwind—chaotic, unfiltered. He was too much. Too large, too clumsy, too overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment.

He should have planned this better. Should have rehearsed what to say. Should have prepared himself for how devastatingly beautiful you looked bathed in the soft glow of the hallway light, your expression tender, your lips parted just slightly as if waiting for him to speak.

But then—

Then you reached up, cupping his jaw with delicate fingers, your touch featherlight, yet it sent shockwaves through him.

Everything inside him melted.

König sucked in a sharp breath, his entire frame going rigid before his instincts took over, his hands snapping to your waist. You were so close now—closer than he had ever allowed himself to imagine. Your warmth seeped through the thick material of his gloves, anchoring him in place, making his already racing heartbeat skyrocket.

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” you teased, your voice dipped in affection, in something dangerously soft.

Before he could react, you tilted your head, pressing a delicate kiss to the sharp edge of his jaw.

A strangled sound escaped his throat, something between a groan and a whimper. Gott. You had no idea what you were doing to him. His fingers twitched against your hips, his grip tightening just a fraction as heat coiled low in his stomach.

He should pull away. He should take a breath. He should—

No. Not this time.

Before he could talk himself out of it, before his nerves could creep back in and ruin everything, he finally gathered the courage to move.

One of his hands slid up, cupping the back of your neck with a mix of hesitation and urgency, his fingers splaying wide as if he were afraid you might disappear. His breaths came in ragged puffs against your skin, and for the briefest second, he hesitated, heart hammering in anticipation.

Then, finally, he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was desperate—months, years—of bottled-up longing finally spilling over, breaking free like a dam that had been straining under too much pressure. His lips molded against yours with fervent need, a collision of heat and hunger, claiming, pleading, worshiping.

His fingers flexed against the small of your back before sliding up, tracing the curve of your spine as if memorizing the shape of you. With a firm pull, he crushed you against his chest, a low, needy growl rumbling deep in his chest when you responded with just as much urgency. The sound vibrated against your skin, primal and raw, sending a shiver coursing through you.

Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his hood, grasping at the material as you tugged slightly—not enough to remove it, but enough to make him shudder. His breath hitched, and his grip tightened, as if grounding himself. Gott, he wanted more. Needed more. The feeling of you, the taste of you, the way your body fit against his—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, and yet, not nearly enough.

His lips parted from yours only to trail downward, ghosting along the corner of your mouth, your jaw, the sensitive spot just below your ear. His breath was ragged, fevered, each exhale sending warmth across your skin.

“König,” you whispered, voice breathless, almost pleading.

He groaned softly at the sound, at the way his name rolled off your tongue like a prayer. His forehead pressed against yours as he tried to steady himself, to breathe, but it was impossible with you so close, your scent surrounding him, your warmth seeping into his very bones.

The world around you blurred into nothing, fading into insignificance. It was just you and him, caught in a moment that had been waiting to happen for far too long.

“I—” König started, only to stop himself, his voice faltering. His mind raced, emotions too thick, too tangled for him to put into words. He swallowed hard, his grip on you tightening as he forced himself to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Ich liebe dich…" He exhaled shakily before translating, "I love you."

Silence stretched between you for a beat, thick with something unspoken, something heavy.

Then, your lips curved into a slow, radiant smile, so full of warmth it knocked the breath from his lungs.

“Took you long enough,” you murmured, amusement flickering in your gaze, but there was nothing teasing in the way you looked at him—only affection, only understanding.

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, and before you could say anything else, he scooped you into his arms with effortless strength. A surprised laugh escaped you, but you didn’t protest, instead wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you against him, as if you weighed nothing.

König buried his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, reveling in the scent of you, the way you clung to him like you belonged there.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured, his voice low, filled with quiet possession—not a demand, not a question, but a promise. His lips brushed against your skin, leaving a lingering kiss just below your ear. “And I’ll spend forever making sure you know it.”

The words sent a delicious shiver through you, your fingers threading into his hair, gripping, grounding yourself against the sheer intensity of the moment.

And when he kissed you again, it was deeper this time—lingering, reverent. There was no urgency now, no rush. Only devotion, slow and inescapable, as if he were memorizing every second, as if he had all the time in the world.

Because now, with you in his arms, he finally did.

[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.

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS | PT. 3

ghost: always so quiet and reserved, seeing you like this is refreshing. so humane having ur guts rearranged after doubting your lieutenants skills! dove, you're so needy. but luckily for you, you have a patient, big bf came back from prices' baby shower now u and si want a baby of ur own, but u can't wait:( doughy ass bouncing on his long cock that no one's sucked in over a year, thankfully now ur here! sharing the captains daughter with soap<3 trusting is hard for him, so once he has you, he doesn't wanna let go warm winter fuck with ur gentle boy price: once you taught olderbf!price how to make hotter videos, he thinks he's so much cooler but that old man lives within him💔i mean look how he's holding the phone! you feel a big, throbbing thing in your tummy, hopefully he doesn't press down on it D: when u took him to meet ur parents, you just looked too good not to fuck afterwards :( as much as he loves his quiet girls, he can't say no to a bubbly one night stand now can he he didn't wanna have to do this but this IS what bad girls get... dadsfriend!price taking you upstairs during the bbq. there's so many people so no one will hopefully notice ur gone... soap: totally something soap would do, fucking you levitating 😭 first time having a crush this intense, taking sneaky photos of you, drawing you in his sketchbook, leaving you little gifts anonymously - now that you gave him a chance, he's too shocked to even do anything! honestly his dream is hot gf x loser guy he's a messy boy who likes his sex quick! so so much cum dripping out, it's like your boys' in heaven filthy gym partner can't keep his hands to himself only one person can eat you this well when you're sick, soap! gaz: your drunk sex was so good, you won't forget it even when you're sober <3 appreciating that pussy with the love and tongue it deserves so wet and tight like ur ex boyfriend did nothing at all smh, must've been tiny deeeeep in ur gfs womb! pretty boy barely ever gets angry, but when price has been on his back the whole week, and now you're giving him attitude - he can't take it anymore! hot belly bulge - who would've thought from the serene, goofy guy? graves: ah, so THAT'S how you passed recruitment i see, interesting... what a baby, never been with a real woman. actually a very soft, sensual man. don't mistake him as rough cuz of how he acts at work lucky shadow of the week gets to record the barracks bunny and graves kept trying to draw milk out of you but he didn't realise not everyone just...lactates :(he can't stop rewatching this video y'all took, how your greedy pussy just swallows his dick whole :o purposely just teasing you so he can see u angry konig: an efficient way to wake up his beautiful baby✨ his cold tongue and your warm socks make an interesting contrast🤔 he caught you masturbating all by yourself and you didn't seem to reach ur full potential :( loser!konig coded, once he finally gets his rough hands on you, it's hard letting a beauty like you go ruined ur cute little panties smh, greedy big boy mean colonel punishing his secret fuck buddy after he found out you've started talking to another person💢 bonus!!: surprise ;)

@xtrrdnrypotato @livingdead-g1rl

[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.

[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.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[konigbaby]

I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH | via vhenan_virabelasan on insta এ

[geneviveleocardius]

“kiss, fuck, or kill—

price, ghost, or könig?”

you had no idea how a silly game during downtime could spiral into this. the question had been innocent enough: “kiss, fuck, or kill—price, ghost, or könig?” you’d laughed, brushing off the idea, but soap had insisted, his grin wicked as he leaned in, waiting for your answer. the others in the room chuckled, the atmosphere light and playful.

“fine,” you had relented, rolling your eyes but secretly enjoying the attention. “i’d kiss könig. he’s just… so sweet and adorable. i really like him.”

soap hooted with laughter while könig, sitting off to the side, froze mid-drink. you’d missed the way his ears turned crimson under his hood.

“fucking ghost, though,” you added, biting your lip without realizing it. “he’s so… hot. just looking at him turns me on.”

ghost, who had been leaning against the far wall, tilted his head slightly. you didn’t notice the way his dark eyes sharpened, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his gaze.

“and price?” soap asked, barely containing his laughter.

“oh, i’m killing price,” you said, laughing. “he’s like a father figure to me. no way i could think of him any other way.”

the room had erupted in laughter, soap practically crying with amusement. you thought that was the end of it.

you were wrong.

a few days later, you found yourself cornered in the dimly lit storage room. könig and ghost stood in front of you, both men radiating a heat that made your pulse race. you didn’t know how it happened, but the door was closed, and the air felt heavy, charged.

“so,” ghost started, his deep voice laced with amusement, “fuck me because i’m hot, yeah?”

your throat went dry, your eyes darting between them. könig’s hood hid most of his face, but his eyes were locked on you, intense and burning with something you couldn’t quite place.

“and what about me?” könig asked, his voice softer but no less filled with tension. “adorable? sweet? you like me?”

“i—” you stammered, taking a step back until your spine hit the wall.

ghost chuckled darkly, stepping closer. “you really thought that little game wouldn’t reach us?”

könig moved in as well, his massive frame towering over you. “we couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he murmured, his voice low and thick. “you choosing us… the way you said it.”

“and now,” ghost added, his gloved hand reaching out to brush your cheek, “we’re gonna give you exactly what you want.”

your breath hitched as könig’s hands found your waist, his touch gentle but firm. “so pretty,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. it was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring you. his hands slid up your sides, tracing your curves with reverence.

behind you, ghost’s body pressed close, trapping you between them. his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. “she likes it rough,” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.

könig pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with adoration. “tell me if it’s too much, schatz,” he said softly, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

ghost chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing your shoulder. “she’s tougher than she looks. aren’t you, love?”

before you could respond, könig’s lips were on yours again, his kiss deep and consuming. his hands roamed your body, gentle yet possessive, while ghost’s hands moved to your thighs, pulling you back against him.

you felt ghost’s teeth sink into the curve of your neck, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “so good for us,” he murmured, his voice rough and filled with hunger.

könig’s kisses trailed down your jaw, his hands lifting your shirt to expose more of your skin. he pressed soft, worshipful kisses along your collarbone, his touch so tender it made your heart ache.

meanwhile, ghost’s grip on your hips tightened as he positioned you against him. “gonna mark you up, sweetheart,” he growled, his lips trailing hot kisses down the back of your neck. “everyone’s gonna know you’re ours.”

könig’s voice was a soothing counterpoint to ghost’s roughness. “you’re perfect,” he murmured, his lips pressing against your temple. “so beautiful. i’ll take care of you.”

your head spun as the two of them worked in tandem, ghost’s rough dominance balanced by könig’s soft, attentive care. you felt every kiss, every touch, every whispered word, and it was overwhelming in the best way.

“you said it yourself,” ghost murmured against your skin, his hands gripping your waist as he slammed against you. “..you want us.”

könig’s lips brushed yours again, his voice soft but firm. “and we want you, schatz. always.”

the hours blurred together, their attention leaving you trembling and breathless. ghost’s gruff dominance and könig’s tender care were a perfect storm, leaving you marked and utterly claimed. by the time they finally let you rest, you were sure of one thing—your little confession had changed everything.

and neither of them would let you forget it.

[connorsui]

Imagine a Konig who not only bites but ..doesnt care if it fits or nah …that man will make it fit...

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before he was behind you, his large hands gripping your hips firmly as he pushed you against the wall. There were no soft words, no warnings. There never were with him.

Your panties shoved to the side in one swift motion as though they were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His breath was hot against your neck, and then you felt it—the familiar sensation of his cock sliding between your folds, sinking into you with no hesitation. The stretch made you gasp, fingers scrambling to find purchase against the wall as he buried himself to the hilt.

Konig wasted no time. There was no tenderness in the way he fucked you, no hesitation. His thrusts were brutal, relentless, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding echoing through the room. The force of it had your legs shaking almost immediately, threatening to give out with every slam of his hips against your ass.

“Fuck,” he growled into your ear, his deep, gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. “That’s it. Good girl. Take it.”

His hands gripped your hips so tightly you were certain you’d find bruises there later, but you didn’t care. The sensation of him pounding into you, the roughness of his thrusts, had your mind spinning, every nerve in your body alight with pleasure. His teeth found your shoulder, biting down hard, and you whimpered as the pain mixed deliciously with the pleasure coursing through you.

He loved leaving his mark on you. Your skin was perpetually covered in his bites—your neck, your thighs, your shoulders. And he always encouraged you to bite him back, leaving matching bruises on his own skin.

Your breath hitched as you felt him twitch inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his peak. With a deep groan, Konig came, spilling himself inside you, hot and thick. But he didn’t stop. Not yet.

He kept going, fucking you harder now, using his own cum as lube, each thrust sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. The feeling of his release leaking out of you, combined with the brutal pace of his thrusts, had you crying out, fingers desperately gripping the wall in front of you as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

“Fuck, Ko—” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“That’s it,” he growled again, his voice thick with lust, teeth grazing your neck before biting down hard once more. “You’re doing so well. Taking me so fucking well.”

Your body was trembling, mind hazy with pleasure, the relentless pace leaving you breathless. By the time Konig finally finished, his grip on you loosened, you were a shaking, dripping mess—legs weak, panties soaked through, and your mind blissfully wrecked.

With a final bite to your shoulder, Konig muttered. “Good girl.”

[jayybugg]

warnings: slight, unsaid breeding kink. begging konig to nut in you. he is also kind of obsessed with you.

just a small blurb about konig, it's been sitting in my drafts for a long time. teehee.

word count: 423

Konig had no self-control. Once he experienced something that he enjoyed, then he would indulge it to the extreme. When he tasted a good snack, he brought them in bulk, or when he ate you out for the first time, it took all your strength to push Konig’s head away after hours of his tongue exploring your folds.

He was obsessed with everything about you, which Konig learned very early on. He was so obsessed that he would indulge in anything pertaining to you.

That’s why he never fucked you raw. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming inside of you at any given moment if he ever got to feel your slick pussy wrapped around his cock. He promised you that he trusted you and that he just wanted to make sure that there were no slip-ups.

Konig didn’t know that with one soft whine and big puppy dog eyes, you would break his foil-proof plan. You were so desperate for him when he walked through the door, basically ripping his pants off. You told him to just “pull out” when he said that he didn’t stop at the store to buy condoms.

That’s how he ended with having you folded into the meanest mating press, slamming into you raw. It was a new feeling, a great feeling. A feeling that Konig needed to feel all the time. The bed squeaked and creaked at each thrust, Konig’s large hands gripping your thighs tightly as he groaned into your neck.

“S-Such a slutty pussy you have, meine liebe.” Konig whimpered into your ear, “You just couldn’t wait for me to g-go get some condoms, could you?”

Your mind was blank, getting more mindless with each thrust. You babbled out utter nonsense, your nails digging into Konig’s back. “Answer me.” He grunted, “You wanted this. You wanted me to fuck you raw, so I could fill you up, didn’t you? You want me to knock you up?”

He lifted his head and upper body a bit to wrap his hand around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “Yes, p-please, cum in me. Fuck, knock me up.” You crossed your ankles behind his head.

Konig’s brain was short-circuiting, you were so wet and gripping him so tightly. How was he supposed to deny you what you wanted? His precious girl wanted him to fill her up then he was going to do it.

And truly what was the worst that could happen if he fucked his seed into you all the time?