#baker!könig

[machveil]

Baker!Reader and Tattoo— NO!! Baker!Reader and Baker!Simon Riley/Baker!König like the couple from Kiki’s Delivery Service >:O

I want to be impressed by their dough kneading and pan twirling skills like Osono’s husband Fukuo!! silent but confidently skilled! doesn’t talk much and gets the job done! loves his wife!!

[konigsblog]

tw: rape/non-con, somnophillia. 18+ 🍪🍰

pervy-baker-könig who makes a fresh batch of cookies for the neighbour moved in next door.

of course, he can't just be normal - instead, he pours thick globs of his hot cum into the batter, mixing it together with his hung, weeping cock hanging from his black, tight boxers, hidden behind his apron.

he stalks you and watches your every move from his kitchen window. his breathing quickens at the sight of your pretty body, milky cum running down his veiny shaft as he jerks himself off, peaking out of the curtains to watch you bend over, picking up your moving boxes.

the curve of your ass, and the way the wind blows your summer dress up occasionally. july's heat causes you to become sweaty, whilst könig's shirt sticks to his muscular, burly body, stroking himself with his head thrown back, gritting his teeth and panting heavily at the sight of you.

and fuck, it breaks him to see you so sweet and gentle. your sweet voice rings in his ear as you thank him for the gift, so naïve and unsuspecting of the pervert, taking a bite infront of him and complimenting him on the unique touch of saltiness - how it's the best cookie you've ever had...

of course, he assumes you want more of his delicious, special desserts !! perhaps, he'll lean over your face whilst you're asleep at night, sneaking into your house next door, his fat tip against your lip, droplets of milky cum dripping from the head of his shaft, leaking against your tongue whilst you sleep peacefully.

[wizardrousactivity]

CAN YOU DO AN ASK WHERE KONIG IS WITH A LITTLE FREAK!!!! Like she's very sweet and dainty but in the sheets she's an actual devil like she'll overstimulate him pls pls pls pls my little wizard pls i n

anything you ask for silly CW: König is depicted as an older man, also depicted as having exploiter traits but its only said once. He's just a freak idk TW: Smut, sperm cramps/ball cramps

The man himself, was in for a sweet surprise when he first met you, this little sweet thing that made equally the sweet treats.

He wasn't the kind who would purposefully buy desserts - always watching the weight he gained and lost, it was a truly bad habit, one he hasn't been able to get over since his teenage years up to his late 30's. But all of that previous baggage had gone down the drain once he saw you, unpacking loads of flours and goods, just on his daily walk. You gave him a warm smile as you hauled them over your shoulders, hoping he would come into your little bakery to shop. You were just a nice little baker after all, he wouldn't mind taking advantage of it. And here he is now, chest rising and falling shakily beneath you - as you milk him for all he's worth. He's trying not to be too loud as his balls cramp and tighten, but your pace just won't let up, your thighs were practically on fire from how much they burned with your constant motions. But it's all worth it if you get to see him break, reduced to an ant-hill in front of you. He's about to go cross-eyed from how dumb-fucked he's gotten, heaving out moans pathetically, begging for you to stop his umpteenth upcoming orgasm. "Hmg- Slow down..!" His voice was thin-laced beset by your previous actions, and his desire to release himself. You only chuckle, grabbing his cheeks so he only looks at you. The contortionist of his torture - his fingers dig into the mattress beneath him, and his eyes almost roll to the end of his skull as you start to squeal out and tighten around him. You bite into your bottom lip, gazing at him with heavy eyes. "One more time. Please Köni.." You whine out, and he couldn't refuse, especially not when you looked at him like that. "Ah-Ahuh.." He clumsily agrees, knowing you were lying, you just loved the feeling of his cock filling you up. Nice and full with his length. König whines at the coil in his lower stomach getting unbearably thin, your legs quiver in pain and your back arches twofold, equally as close as him. You muffle a maniacal sound of pleasure, a dumbed out, cheeky smile planted on your face. And he feels as if a succubus from the deepest parts of Hell has came to drink him, leave him dry of all fluids. Is that evident in the sounds he's making, his mewls getting faster and frequent, more panicked even. "Mgh-nein..!" All you can hear is inconsistent babbles, your nearing hours of edging and draining made him sensitive all over, you doubt he wouldn't cum just from the slightest touch or peck you give him. "Hah-- fuck!" He groans out like it was hurting him, unable to function and grab onto anything anymore - his arms fall beside him, teeth clenching tightly in an attempt to stop any more 'embarrassing' sounds threatening to escape. His legs shake with another intensely pleasurable orgasm dragged out of him, perhaps the edging did help.

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, Schätzchen [sweetie]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

[madsnic1119]

Just fyi. It’s not x reader if you give them a name. Atp it’s an oc :) annoys the fuck outta me y’all give them names. Like a nickname to go along with the story like something out of cod I can understand but naming the reader and giving them specific traits is NOT x reader. Don’t tag it as such if it isn’t. I’m not the only one who’s annoyed by this.

[paint-the-walls-white]

I don't share

Pairing: Possessive!König x Fem!Reader

Summary: König doesn't like sharing you, which is exactly why you had been married for almost ten years and none of his comrades knew about you. At least, not until he drunkenly spilled the beans and you showed up the next day with a box of cookies..

Warnings: Bondage! MDom! Doggy! CreamPie! OverStim! Oral(M2F)!

König was very secretive of his personal life on account of his social anxiety. He had been transfered to Task Force 141 for a while and had made pretty good friends with them, but of course, one night TF141 was making fun of him while drinking and in his own drunken haze he blurted out something that didn't go unnoticed,

"If you keep making fun of my wife, I'll kill you. Oh wait, that sounded like a joke; I will actually kill you."

He was very protective and possessive of you, which you didn't mind in the slightest. But he had accidently revealed that he had a wife, and everyone kept pestering him about it.

"I bet she's a strong lass aye? Big as an Ox! Only person that makes sense fer a mountain" Soaps slurred comment made him scoff as König kept sipping on his vodka, aggravated and embarrassed.

"What she do fer a living König? She a construction worker or somethin?"

König looked at Gaz with bewilderment. "A construction worker? where the hell did you get that? Gott.. Nein she's a baker."

Even Ghost was muttering how she probably had massive arms to carry 8 trays at once of protein bars. König kept to himself the rest of the night before returning home to you.

"Hi mein Liebe, I'm home." He pressed a kiss on your forehead, stripping off his tactical vest and mask then kicking off his boots.

"How was your night with the boys? Was it fun?"

He lied down on top of you, burying his face in your chest, crushing your small frame as he huffed annoyed.

"Kept making fun of you...Arschlöcher.. kept sayin you were a big burly lady.."

You snorted, running your fingers through his hair. You told him to ignore them because they didn't know what they were talking about, they were just trying to get a rise out of him.

He sighed, content in your arms as he fell into a drunken sleep on top of you, the crushing pressure more than welcomed.

The next day you decided to surprise König on base with a little gift. The guards of course did not believe that you were his wife so you pulled out the marriage certificate and your spouse ID card to shove it in their face. They were gob smacked as they discovered he had a wife and informed you he was currently at the cantina.

You were directed where to go, a box of chocolate chip cookies in had as you made your way there. Once inside, the place gradually got quiet as you made your way over to your husband giddy as his back faced you.

König was currently berating his friends about making fun of you again until he noticed that they weren't even paying attention, they were looking behind him.

He turned, and there you were, barely meeting his eye level while he was sitting, a box of cookies in hand adorned in a pleated pink skirt and a white tank top with a knit sweater and chunky white heels.

"Surprise! I brought you cookies Liebe!"

The horror that flooded his gaze was unmatched. He quickly wrapped around you to hide you from onlookers, glaring in their direction.

"Mein Liebe, what are you doing here? You are for my eyes only!"

You pouted into him, pushing off of his chest, "I wanted to surprise you," His eyes softened and he huffed, turning to glare at the men at the table who were still gaping in your direction.

"Thas your wife König? The lass is like half your size!" Soap stared on in horror, you could tell what he was thinking about so you hid in his shirt.

"Let's go." He stood, throwing you over his shoulder and flattening your skirt over your ass. Your face was red as you tried to keep the box from being crushed, and you just stared down, completely embarrassed.

"König put me down!" You kicked your legs, trying to fight him off, but he just smacked your ass and carried you out of the cantina, everyone completely silent.

"What the hell just happened." Ghost shrugged at Soaps comment and just kept eating silently.

König had carried you all the way to his quarters, gently placing you on the bed. The blood had rushed to your head so you were bright red.

He knelt, taking off your shoes and rubbing at your sore feet.

"Why did you think this was a good idea mein Liebe? Hmm?"

"I just wanted to bring you a treat.. I thought you'd like seeing me here.."

König sighed, kissing your shin before he looked up at you with his piercing gaze.

"Lamm, I can't keep my eyes off of you, which means neither can other men. I'm the only one that gets to look at you. Du bist mein."

You huffed and averted your gaze, cheeks a bright pink as you handed him a cookie.

"Still, you didn't have to make a scene.." He simply chuckled and stood.

"I know you like it when I toss you around Liebling, you cant fool me. I know you loved the attention."

He caged you in on the bed, prompting you to lie on your back, legs hanging off the edge. You pulled up his mask to reveal his mouth and pressed your lips to his. König groaned softly, slanting his lips against yours, intensifying the kiss.

You moaned and panted into his mouth, whimpering at the flavor of his tongue against yours. He ran a hand up your thigh, squeezing your soft skin in his calloused hands.

He pulled away to attack your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed skin

"K-König.. what if someone sees-!"

"Don't care.. they need to know who you belong to... Du bist mein..."

You squirmed underneath him, far too excited at the attention he was giving you, especially when he slipped a finger under your panties and rubbed at your sloppy folds.

"Scheiße.. du bist so wet for me Liebe.."

You watched with dazed eyes as he slid off the bed onto his knees, dragging you to the edge of the bed where he ripped off your underwear and started sucking on your clit. You immediately grabbed at the fabric of his mask and threw your head back, arching into his mouth as you moaned loudly.

König quickly sunk two fingers into your wet cunt, rubbing at your sensitive walls as he fucked you with his hand. You met his gaze and whimpered as he continued eating you out like a starved man. He moaned against your pussy as you came on his hands and face, plenty of slick being absorbed into the fabric hiding his face.

A soft whine escaped as he cleaned up your mess with his tongue, savoring every drop of your arousal. He stood, sucking his fingers clean as he stared down at your spent form lying limply on the bed.

"Braves Mädchen.."

You lied there, staring at him as you tried to grasp a single thought after that mind blowing orgasm, but you just blushed when you noticed his dick straining against his pants.

"What is it Liebling? You want more? Dirty little slag..."

Gnawing on your lip, you nodded, completely drunk on his attention. The sound of his belt being unbuckled and shucked from his pants immediately made you throb for him.

He bound your wrists with the belt, flipping you on your stomach so you were bent over the side of the bed. You had to stand on your toes, causing your legs to shake at the stretch.

"König.. Please.." He chuckled at your desperate plea as he forced your knees back onto the bed so your hips met his. He rubbed the head of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you by swiping over your clit.

You whined, burying your face further into the mattress as the friction of the blanket rubbed against your knees. König sunk the head of his cock into you, eliciting a pitiful moan as he stretched you wide, this fat cock stuffing into you inch by inch.

He groaned softly at the friction, praising you for taking him so well, "It's like you were made for me Mein Liebe, wrapped so fucking tight around me... Scheiße.."

He slowly pulled out then sunk back in, reveling in the feel of your gummy cunt wrapping tight around his meaty shaft. You whined, pressing against him to meet each thrust, tears staining the mattress as you took his cock.

König nearly growled every time you sucked him back in, head thrown back as he pulled your hips against his.

"I don't share Liebling.. You're all mine.. Only I get to see you.. get to fuck you... Scheiße.."

He moaned as you tightly squeezed around him, creaming on his dick. He watched as a ring of white collected at the base of his cock, stuffing it all the way in before spurting thick ropes of cum into your cunt.

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down your thighs as you whimpered at the empty feeling. He gently undid the belt around your wrists and pressed a kiss to your forehead through his mask.

"Stay there Liebling, Ill clean you up.."

König stepped away to get a washcloth soaked in warm water, gently cleaning off the arousal that had covered your legs and folds, placing a gently kiss on your ass and putting your underwear, socks and shoes back on for you.

"Now let's get you out of here, I don't need anyone else looking at my beauty.." you just nodded slowly and tried to rise on shaky legs. Clinging to his arm, he walked you back to your car, many onlookers staring in shock and utter horror.

He raised his mask above his nose and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before letting you leave. When you started the car, window still rolled down, he listened intently to the radio, realizing you were listening to his playlist.

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus

Rein, Raus..

You flushed, turning down the radio and meekly met his gaze, "I like that song.. Reminds me of you.."

His piercing blue eyes told you all you needed to know. When he got home, you wouldn't be going anywhere for a while.

Because he was going to make sure you couldn't walk.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Mafia!König x Baker!Reader? It’s a small, self owned business and the only reason it’s still running is because König funds it, but he’s not going to hurt her feelings and confess that.

Konig knows heaven, and it smells like fresh cinnamon rolls at 6 am. He goes to your bakery every day - when he can afford to have a routine, to slip through the glass doors first thing in the morning and the last thing before you're closed. Get himself a set of fresh little pastries that he would throw at whatever poor secretary is going to cover up for his money laundering this day. Gets himself trays worth of cinnamon rolls and imagines smearing the white cream all over your lips. Making you suck his fingers clean. Maybe drop icing over his cock and push it over your mouth until you finally learn how to please a customer properly. He buys the whole building - gives you a hefty discount on rent, and makes sure to harass and beat down any poor fuck who thinks that getting money for protection from his turf is a good idea. Hires new security all around the block, discreet men in hoodies, allowing him to come here almost every day without risking you or himself. You're shit at doing business. Give away free stuff to students, never chastise the occasional workers you hire. They never stay for long - mostly because a lot of them are trying their hardest to rip you off, and Konig doesn't really appreciate the ones who wrong his future wife. It's easy to make the dough guy number three disappear - it's much harder not to stare at you, to stop his fingers from trembling and forgotten anxiety to whisper at his mind whenever you ask if he wants a free cinnamon bun to his order. He says it's a bad way of managing a business, and you giggle. Such a naive, precious little thing. You wouldn't survive without him - and you have absolutely no idea that this man will gladly shoot half of this damned city if you'd ask him. Konig wants nothing more but to press your pretty soft body to the counter and fuck you like it's the last thing he can do. Push you around and get his hands under your pretty skirt. Make you laugh, make you cry - make you whimper and claw at his shoulders as he pushes in, smearing sweet sugar powder all over your face. He was thinking about being just a bit more cruel - demanding something more for his protection. Having your pretty pussy on display for him, fuck you behind the counter. Drag you in his car and make you his sweet little baker back at the mansion. He isn't acting on his fantasies - not yet, at least, content with stealing soft touches and making his men steal your underwear for him. Visit your apartment sometimes, touch your pretty face and make decisions on how exactly he is going to whisk you away.

[tacticalprincess]

howdy!!

farmer!kö with a darling baker!reader who brings him sweet treats..just for him to bend her over in return :3

farmer!könig is like any other man, simple and easy to please. so, in the haze of the heat where there’s nothing but land for miles, seeing you is like being visited by an angel, especially when your smile contains enough watts to rival the sun, a tray of freshly baked goods clutched in your dainty hands. the sight of you so domesticated triggers something primal and intense in his bones, and he’s not so interested in the food now, insisting on something sweeter.

your silly protests about him getting your pretty sundress dirty are drowned out by the sound of skin slapping on skin as he does what any logical man in his situation would do — pinning you against an itchy stack of hay, bent at the hips with your dress pooled over your waist, exposing you glossy pussy to his hungry eyes, teasing you for your lack of panties. he’s all sweaty and tired from working all day but still manages to fuck you silly as a thank you for thinking of him, the dirt from his calloused hands sticking your soft skin as his thick dick bullies your tight cunt, tainting all the hard work you put into being pristine. he’s made a proper little housewife out of you, maybe it’s about time you had a few little brats to match <3

[frogchiro]

OK so I'm totally backpacking off of some other ask about ovulating y/n and octo!König, but hear me out.

Butcher-Slasher!Ghost has a very strong sense of smell and he picked up a small whiff of y/n ovulating as she's getting her monthly supply meat from his butcher shop. Home boy had to root himself to his spot or he would've jumped over the counter to breed y/n in the middle of his store in broad daylight at the busiest time of the week.

We all know Ghost only has two thoughts on his head and it's to breed y/n and to protect y/n. Ghost over here with 2 brain cells and both revolve around y/n 😂😂 Like a lost fucking puppy without y/n to hold his. hand.

And now we're getting to this baby ;; I was rereading this the whole day and I won't lie, my ovaries did a flip ;;

Butcher!Ghost who has a very keen nose and while he obviously knew and loved how you smell, so warm and soft, today you smelled...a little bit off. Obviously you didn't stink or anything! But,, somehow you smelled a little warmer, more sweet and cloying and Simon swears he almost jumped you right there in the middle of the day in his own shop with people present when he realized what it was- you were ovulating.

It was like a flip of a switch and suddenly every single primal instinct in him started basically roaring for him to take you, shove his thick lengthy cock inside you and empty his heavy pulsing balls deep inside you, his swollen red tip right against your precious cervix and making sure his seed sticks. And it would, it fucking surely would, especially now with your soft body basically screaming that you're ready to breed with him :((

Instead you just smiled at him all sweet and polite like you always do and asked him if he liked the cherry crumble cake you gifted him last week after he left you some particularly good cuts of meat and he, like always, replied in that gravely tone of his that of course it was good because it always is; you're an amazing cook and even better baker, his thoughts returning for a second back into his fantasies about you, all heavy and swollen with his offspring, in a pretty loose dress with an apron tied around your swollen waist as you bake a cake for him, the domesticity of it almost making him hard under his bloodied white apron.

And, like fucking always, you give him another sweet smile of yours before you bid him your goodbye and walk out of the shop to run further errands. Ohhh if you only knew what you do to him, especially in your current state. Later that night Simon was in his rickety old bed in the small apartment above his shop, jerking off like he was in heat, all growly and frustrated and angry :(( He thrusted his strong, broad hips upwards, chasing the feeling of his tightly closed fist, his potent thick sperm leaking out of his tip like a faucet, the remains of two orgasms were cooling on his hairy belly and chest and yet his balls were still heavy and aching, his thick cock pulsing with the need to be shoved inside your cunt but all he had was his fantasy of breeding you all night with a pillow shoved under your broad hips to ensure his seed would stick </3

[tame-the-lion-writes]

favorite CoD headcanons/prompts

konig

I love pathetic König drabble. I love when people write him as a massive pathetic wet cat of a man. He’s a loser and a simp, but he’s sweet, but he’s socially incompetent and what a moood. Yes, he’s frighteningly competent on the field, but he practically lives in war and doesn’t know how to connect with people outside of that life. So enter this pretty little thing and he’s all stumbling over himself—a massive creature who just wants to hold someone so tiny

And speaking of tiny!— the headcanon that he’s a cat/bunny person! That he’s supposed to be this battering ram brute but he’s also learned to be gentle when it really counts, and he scoops up adorable animals whenever they’re in sight

Also the idea that König is particularly weak to bakers. Baking means home, and so does the smell of whatever you’ve put in the oven. It’s the ✨domesticity✨ and he’s practically floating in midair like a character in an old cartoon. In short, big man following after smol baker. Perfection.

Price

Bear!Price! Literally and figuratively! He’s so round and warm and he’s got the kindest eyes, and he will wrestle his cubs soldiers into place! I don’t want him to have a six pack. He’s got strong arms, hair all over, and a belly. That’s all he needs

Dark(er)!Price, too. And I don’t mean that in like a possessive, obsessive smut sort of way. I think a lot of fluffier fanfic surrounding Price has him characterized as super soft (which I still love—don’t get me wrong). Still, while he’s very much the dad of the group and openly loving/caring towards certain people, he’s still a morally gray character because (even in his own words) he HAS to be. This man is a captain and he gets 👏 things 👏 done 👏 AKA making tough choices and justification over idealism

Ghost

Fics where Ghost gets married before Price. Cause everyone thinks Price would find a wife first, but I think Price would like the slow roll whereas Ghost would finally, finally find someone and latch on. Because yeah, he’s definitely afraid of losing you—he’s lost a lot of things in this world, and the 141 and war seem to be the only continuity, BUT!— once that wall is broken down and he allows himself to have something, he’s making sure he won’t ever let go. Because that love is his, his, his. In the purest, most selfless way possible

Ghost being characterized not as pretty, but someone who was pretty. I forget who wrote the blurb about it, but I just love the idea that he used to be conventionally attractive, and now his face is carved in, scarred, etc. He’s got burn marks littered up and down his skin, and it’s angry and red, and all the parts that weren’t burn were somehow torn apart anyway. He’s a man with too many stories to tell, and it shows but we love him anyway

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Of Cupcakes and Skulls | Part 3

(A/N) Time for some angst, baby!

Pairing: single dad! Mafia! Simon x baker! Reader

Warning: angst, threats against Reader

Synopsis: Based on this post by @lunamoonbby

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

For a moment, you were frozen. ‘You’. Whatever he meant when he said ‘you’, it wasn’t going to end well for you. Your eyes jumped from one man to the next, all of them were bigger and definitely stronger than you. But maybe you would be faster. Slowly, as if not to startle them, you took another step back. And another, until you stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see your bag, which contained both your phone and your wallet, with Simon’s business card.

“Look…I-I don’t know what you’re t-talking about, but I don’t know anyone by the name R-Riley.”

One more step. One more step and you could quickly grab your bag and run for the walk-in cooler. It hadn’t worked a single day since you had bought the bakery, and you could never use it since the door would jam if you closed it. So it just sat in the corner of the room, the door always slightly ajar.

“Now, now kleines, no need to run away.”

You hesitated. Did he really read you so easily? Or was it just because you were backing away?

“On the contrary. I believe this is the moment to run.”

And you did. Your right hand quickly grabbed your bag, as you spun on your heels and took off in the direction of the cooler. After a moment of confusion, the men took off after you. But that one moment would save you. Just as they reached the cooler, you slammed the door shut, stumbling back and falling onto your ass as the momentum carried you inside.

You heard the men banging against the door, pulling and pushing but it wouldn’t budge. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you relaxed for a second, the tension leaving your body. But as the men outside started shouting, it reminded you that you weren’t entirely safe.

Without hesitation, you spilled the contents of your bag on the floor, grabbing your wallet and ruffling through it until you found the black card. Picking up your phone, you dialed the number, quietly praying for Simon to pick up. It rang once…twice…

“Who is this?”

Relieve flooded you and you almost cried, tears gathering in your eyes.

“Simon? Help me.”

You whispered his name, not wanting the men outside to hear you. It was silent for a second before you heard the jingle of keys and Simon barking orders. He then said your name, his tone a mix of concern and resolve.

“Where are you?”

“Bakery.”

You heard him bark more orders, voices of men responding in the back as his quick steps echoed in whatever room he was in.

“What happened?”

As you were about to respond, the lamps suddenly turned on, bathing the steel box you were in, in cold light. Cold air immediately began seeping from the vents. How did they turn it on? You thought it was broken.

“Oh, little bird. Put Riley on speaker, why don’t you?”

His voice was loud enough that Simon heard it through the phone. Simon said a name in a low growl.

“König.”

Slow, rhythmic bangs came from the door as you began to shiver, wishing that you had worn your cardigan.

“I said, put. Him. On. Speaker.”

“Do what he says, love.”

Not even registering the nickname, you quickly fumbled with your phone, until Simon was on speaker.

“Listen here you little shit, if you hurt her-!”

“Ah, ah, ah. You really shouldn’t insult me like that…Ghost. Now, I know you like die kleine Bäckerin, so do as I say, ja? Come here, alone, and let me kill you. Then the kleine Maus can go and I won’t hurt her.”

Simon cursed under his breath and was silent for a bit. You started to grow nervous.

“Okay. I’ll come, alone.”

The man, König, chuckled darkly and banged on the door a few more times.

“Good boy. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.”

You put the phone off speaker and raised it to your ear. Before you could say anything, Simon’s voice cut through.

“Listen to me and don’t say anything, act as if I hung up. I’ll be there in five, but you need to stay alive until I get to you, okay?”

You whimpered in response, a single tear running down your cheek.

“I know love, but it’ll be alright. Just keep your head down and I’ll get you out of there. I promise.”

Even though he couldn’t see you, you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as more tears escaped them and ran down your cheeks. Simon was silent for a few moments before he spoke up again.

“It’s okay. Look, if anything happens, I-.”

You cut him off in a whisper, so quiet he could barely hear you.

“Don’t. Not like this.”

There once again was silence on the other end. But only for a moment.

“Okay…okay. Stay on the call, I’ll be right there.”

You didn’t answer, but you knew that he wouldn’t lie to you. So you crawled into one of the far corners and cowered down, keeping the phone pressed to your ear. The next few minutes felt like hours as the men outside kept banging on the door, taunting you as more and more tears fell and the shivers grew stronger. Simon tried his best to keep you calm, but he knew that he could only do so much. But after what felt like an eternity, you heard his voice again.

“We’re almost there. I’ll hang up and I need you to cover your ears, can you do that for me, love?”

You whimpered in response and Simon took it as confirmation.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a moment, love.”

The moment he hung up the call, you placed your phone beside you and covered your ears. But it wasn’t enough to shield you from what happened outside. At first, there was a lot of yelling, and then the shooting began. You kept your ears covered, pressing your hands against your head as hard as possible while squeezing your eyes shut, trying to shut out the world and whatever was happening in your bakery.

You don’t know how much time passed before the shooting stopped. Slowly, you removed your hands from your ears, glancing toward the door. You could hear loud, hurried footsteps approaching and for a moment you feared that it was König or one of his men, but then you heard the familiar voice of Simon calling your name.

As quickly as you could, you scrambled to your feet and ran to the door, banging against it.

“S-Simon? Simon!”

You could hear him release a relieved sigh and open the door. Of course, it didn’t budge.

“I-It’s j-jammed.”

Now that you knew you were safe, the cold that had crept into your bones by now, finally got to you as your legs gave out from underneath you and you crumbled to the floor leaning against the door. You could hear Simon yelling on the other side and then hurried footsteps leaving.

“It’s alright, love, we’ll have you out of there in a second. Just hold on, okay?”

You didn’t respond, the cold and the absence of adrenaline leaving you weak. Simon kept talking until the footsteps returned and you heard metal squeak as they pried the door open. Not being able to keep yourself upright, you tumbled out of the cooler and landed right at Simon’s feet. He immediately knelt down in front of you, shrugging his suit jacket off, before wrapping it around you and picking you up.

“I got you, love. I got you.”

He muttered something to one of his men, something along the lines of taking care of things. Then he walked out the shattered window front of the kitchen and to a black car, parked in the middle of the street.

As soon as he made sure you were buckled in, he got behind the wheel and sped off, but not before turning the heating on full blast. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh, he sped through the streets until he came to a stop in front of a high rise. It was famous, but you never knew the mafia owned it. By then, you were warmed up, but you still felt weak. So you didn’t protest when he rounded the car and picked you up again, gently carrying you into the building and the elevator.

If you had been stronger, you would have marveled at the apartment, but at the moment, all you wanted to do was sleep. And Simon seemed to know that. He carried you straight to what seemed to be his bedroom and gently put you down. With what remaining strength you had, you helped him take off everything except for your underwear, as he gave you a huge t-shirt you could put on instead.

Once you were settled, Simon pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in, before rising to his feet and walking away. But you quickly caught his wrist and pulled him back.

“Stay?”

Simon hesitated, but after a moment, he nodded, quickly shedding his clothes and pulling on sleep pants, before he got into bed behind you, carefully pulling you against his chest. His arms, tightly wrapped around you made you feel safe. And slowly but surely, you drifted off to a restless sleep, the security of Simon around you, not carrying over into your dreams.

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Collective Writings - Simon “Ghost” Riley

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all posts concerning Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley🌸✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley is a hater - reblog + blurb

Simon Riley having cuteness aggression - blurb

Simon Riley - shadow boxing/play wrestling/gentle movements - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley being a menace - headcanon

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Simon Riley - coloring his tattoos - Instagram link

Cerberus!Ghost - mini comic

Roommate!Simon Riley - tailing you/light sleeper/laundry/cash - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - plays/volunteers/helps/teary eyed - headcanon

Roommate!Simon Riley becomes your purse - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - hobbies/safety/swaps shoes/trusts his team - headcanon

PlantDad!Simon Riley - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - Pinterest/‘Missus’/tattoo/dog tags - headcanon

BestFriend!Simon Riley - looming/drapes his jacket/stares/sleeps over - headcanon

Simon Riley is just a guy - reblog + blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a beer snob - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Husband!Simon Riley - chapstick/nail polish/go-to order - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Simon Riley listens to Chapelle Roan - reblog + hashtags

Simon Riley goes shopping with you - headcanon

Write for Simon Riley - mini comic

Simon Riley is low-key a brat - headcanon

Simon Riley plays Minecraft - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is just a guy - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a man of action - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley can cook - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - opens a butcher/works with Price/works with the local smithy - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - popular butcher/talks to locals/works with Retired!TF141 - headcanon

Domestic!Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons - headcanon

Simon Riley x Nerd!Reader - headcanon

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - civvies/suits/ties/flowers - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - birth year and age - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley watches you read - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Dry Texter - blurb

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

Your birthday - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!Simon Riley - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - rugby/baking - headcanon

Ghoap - checking pulses - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

Simon Riley - skeleton hand top - mini comic

Simon Riley becomes obsessive - fic

Simon Riley owns a fur ball - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - activities/brave/princess/playground - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley plans daddy-daughter dates - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - voice messages his daughter - blurb

Simon Riley listens to asmr - blurb + YT videos

Simon Riley’s skin gets stained - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Reader picks up Simon’s accent - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon and Johnny fight over who’s accent is better - headcanon

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon picks up Reader’s accent - blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley sleeps with you once - reblog + headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley telling jokes - blurb

Simon Riley - face to his chest/playful groping/tickling - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley gets you sushi at 4am - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - snotty friend/talking/moderating/having a word - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - giving his child the childhood he never had - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - kid gets into a fight - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - taking photos - reblog + blurb

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

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(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

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a continuation from this post. ;3

baker-könig who puts his cum your food... 🍰🍪🧁

cw: perv!könig, loser!könig. MDNI 18+ 🔞

baker-könig adores your reaction to his baked goods. the sweetness and the tanginess of the tarts he provides and bakes for you, his girthy, hot cock throbbing in the tight confines of his boxer briefs when you comment on the touch of saltiness.

he spends hours in the kitchen, sweat dripping from his forehead and the smell of the warm, sugary desserts catching your attention. what you don't know is that könig has jerked off into the bowl, mixing his bitter and salty arousal into the batter. he's so eager to hear your comments and compliments, getting off later in private to your words playing back in his head.

each stroke leaves könig breathless, his calloused fingers wrapped around his meaty shaft, gripping his large, hung cock firmly. there is flour and sugar all over the countertops, and ingredients are scattered around the kitchen. fat globs of his hot, thick release are spurted from the head of his lengthy dick and into the mixing bowl, his breath laborious and heavy.

he watches as you take a bite of the freshly baked, delicious cupcake, giggling at the perfect taste. you smile at him, telling him it's the best batch you've ever tasted. fuck, your compliments leave könig sexually frustrated, grinning perversely, and eyeing you up as you enjoy multiple of the cupcakes.

only when you suck him off for the first time do you recognise the familiar saltiness in his thick cum...

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imagine asking baker!bf!könig why the little pieces of pie he made this morning taste so salty. did he use salt instead of sugar...? silly könig...

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König x baker!reader

Despite könig being a maniac, a cruel man that would watch you bleed and cry your heart out to him, begging him to save you, he has a sweet tooth. König's addicted to different kinds of sweets. He heard that a new bakery had been opened, and to make a good first impression, he went there the moment the program started. Seeing all kinds of cookies, he couldn't take his eyes off of one. You were his little cookie. In his eyes, you were the cutest thing on the earth. The way you made those products was the cutest thing he had ever seen. He bet you tasted as sweet as your cookies too..

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Summoned!CoD AU

Reader, or Summoner, was forced by the military to summon a beast of war to use in battle. Unfortunately, Summoner isn't great at controlling themselves, so they accidentally summoned a being far too powerful for any of you to control.

Intro

None of Your Shit

Ever Watchful

An Ant Among Men Among Gods Among Cosmos

Kiss the Ocean Kiss Yourself (First Kiss)

Accidental Meteor Showers

An Unexpected Appearance of Softness

A Question Best Left Unanswered

Sweets and Sours and Maggots

Circles of Stars in Cosmic Waltzes

Writhe Beneath Me

Silly Games for Silly People

A Step Through Time, A Step Closer

A Different Definition of Ash

Extras

The Best Song for Summoned!CoD

Nice Kidnapper!König

To live is to suffer. Your existence feels meaningless, and you know that if you dropped off the face of the earth, nobody would remember your name. Your one chance of happiness was speaking to a nice masked man at a bar, but your 'friends' had cut off your time and stolen you away. Little did any of you know, he'd steal you back soon enough.

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Carve the Fat

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Intro

My Ever Empty Bed

An Olive Branch Among Thorns

Declivities

Two Can Play At That Game

To Market to Market to Buy a Fat Hog

Aren't You Tired Yet?

I Sit With You And Cry For What Could Have Been

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Kinktober

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Who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS

New Recruit

A Conversation with Those Who Laugh at Death

You're a What Now?

Basement Bros

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You've managed an off-grid farm ever since you parents passed. It's been years, but you've endured the winters and grown to be an incredible homesteader. However, that was before the lights went out, and the barracks north of you went to shit.

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Reader, code name Handler, is assigned by higher ups to be the Designated Operator of König, a rowdy and difficult-to-control jotunn/nachtkrappe shifter hybrid with a strange history of 'accidents' with his previous handlers. Your best bet to get by is to speak to others on base, but nobody is forthcoming with information.

Talking Heads Roll On Floors

Headaches Split my Skull, Stop Talking

Mischief and Mayhem

Phantom of the Opera!AU

Inspired by a glorious ask, a version of Phantom of the Opera where König is our beloved phantom trying to save reader from the horrible fate of being seduced by a lover from the past with a dangerous agenda. König is a twisted man, but it takes a dark soul to recognize another, and so he will do whatever he can (from the shadows) to save his beloved songbird.

The ask the inspired it all

A Man Among Ruins

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Taking place in the world of Sons of the Forest, reader is trapped on a remote island. Soon she is kidnapped by a cannibal king. Once by his side, she learns that life in the woods isn't as painful as expected, adn that humanity comes in many forms.

King Cannibal Conquer Quest

Rest Well Reign Strong

Fuck Me Like A Bitch So I May Love You More

Stars Whisper Prophecies into Waiting Wells

Local Executioner!König

Living in a small village leads to a tight-knit community. When you father left to be an adventurer after your mother passed in childbirth, you were taken in by the village baker, your uncle. You always avoided the public executions, but your uncle gets sick and can't go out to market to sell his buns on the very day an execution is slotted. You must go, and there you find a cursed outsider who sparks your interest.

Carve Out a Place for Me to Sing

Hope is in Buns, Life is in Stars, Promises are in Vain

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