#boyfriend konig

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒐̈𝒏𝒊𝒈

[edamette]

big shackled colonel x fem!reader

smut, fluff, established relationship, 18+ mdni

You slowly and methodically remove his gear, layer by layer. Armor, vest, pouches, everything until he stays in regular clothes. And a mask. Your hand lingers on his stomach and you look up at him. A smile lights up your face at the sight of two icy oceans in the slits. König returned a little earlier than he promised and this was already a reason for joy. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and places his hand on your cheek. You lean into his touch, wrapping your hand around his, closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth. The other slides along the waist, as if exploring, remembering the shapes. Over time, the hand seems to become heavier and lies in a possessive manner. König seemed to finally see the real you, and not a mirage, as if he was convinced that he was not dreaming. You press yourself against him, burying your face in his muscular chest, and your hands wander along his back. He runs the strands between his fingers, then pulls back a little and runs his entire hand into your hair, forcing you to throw your head back and look up. “Tell me, what do you want?” - König suddenly says. The question has you stumped, but you grin mischievously after a moment. “Shackle and fuck you, of course. You were on a trip for a whole month.” His eyes seem to sparkle, and you pull away without a word. You go around him and fish out the handcuffs from the nightstand, turning to him, confirming the seriousness of your intentions. The amusement in his eyes makes them seem to warm up, as if a glacier is melting. His question was asked just like that, casually, but the consequences are enormous. “Someone has prepared for my arrival,” a quiet, satisfied chuckle is heard from under the mask. He walks to the bed and lies down. When you get close, the colonel raises his hands above his head and you chain him to the head of the bed. There was something about it that made warmth spread through your chest. The humility of a man who broke the backs of others without much difficulty, a man who is several times larger than you in build, could not help but turn you on.

You enjoy the view for a few seconds, and then you put your hand under his shirt and move it up, lifting it up to his chest, exposing his sculpted torso and sitting on his hips. The life of the body was fascinating: how its muscles rolled when breathing, how it shuddered under light, weightless touches. His whole body reacts so sharply, and he himself now looks vulnerable, painfully thirsty, until now not even realizing how much. König arches his back slightly, exposing himself, desperately asking for affection and you give him more. You run your hands over the old scars, passing the nipples between your fingers. Your palm penetrates under the mask, crawls along his neck from his collarbone, lifting his balaclava, tracing his Adam’s apple with your thumb, pressing slightly and heading even higher. He stares at you while you feel his chin and cheekbones. You reach his lips and trace them when he suddenly wraps them around your finger, plunging them inside. You can’t see anything under the mask, but you feel his wet tongue on your pad, and the colonel still glares at you, even with a challenge in it. He thrusts his hips sharply, like an impatient stallion trying to throw off his rider, and you just chuckle in response. From the reaction of his body and his gaze, it is difficult not to notice how the long separation affected him. König is shackled, but still daring and demanding. You tease him a little more, riding back and forth on his hips to the sound of cuffs and noisy breathing, and finally, when he tries to jerk again, you move further, hooking your fingers on his pants and leading him down. He freezes, and you stop at the same time. Your hand rests on the bulge between his legs, rubbing, pressing, wrapping your fingers through the fabric. König lets out a long groan, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, clenching and unclenching his fists. Finally, you pull down his pants and underwear enough to release his erect cock, oozing precum. First, you lightly move your fingers back and forth along the veins on the shaft, squeezing the testicles. When you wrap your hand around him and move with force, König impatiently moves his hips towards. “Colonel, show restraint, you yourself agreed to this,” you giggle. The ice in the eyes promises cruel retribution, and you are well aware of what awaits you later, but for now you just enjoy the moment of his helplessness.

He watches carefully, with all his eyes, as you stroke the cockhead with your thumb, and then kiss it tenderly. You begin to move your hand forcefully along the entire length, squeezing, increasing the pace. König just breathes noisily. You touch the slit with your tongue, pressing, slightly penetrating inside, watching him roll his eyes. The head of the bed protests with a creaking sound, trying to break from the way he strains his hands when you finally take the head inside, suck, release and simply run your tongue along the penis, pressing it to your face, watching him from under half-closed eyelids.

When König plunges back into the warmth of your mouth, he begins to thrust his hips harder. Out of habit, he would grab your hair, but now he is in your power, completely. After a time of overstimulation and sweet torture that reaches the point of pain, the colonel cums profusely. You swallow some of it, and lick off some of the drops running down the cock. You pull his uniform pants even further and reach for napkins. You wipe it.

Having properly caught your breath, you pull out the lubricant, generously squeeze it into your hand and begin to move it over his penis again. You defiantly circle the head with your tongue for the last time, looking at him point-blank, and then you rise and remove the handcuffs from him under the gaze of blue eyes the color of ice and sky.

Contrary to expectations, König does not attack, does not throw you sharply onto your shoulder blades, no, he slowly moves into a sitting position. There is a silent threat in his actions, like a lion preparing to lunge, but not in a hurry, savoring the moment when his victim is already driven into a corner. You lean back, leaning on your hands, waiting. He rests his knees on the mattress, hanging over you, and you lie down on your back.

Under the pressure and expectation in his eyes, you pull off your shirt, and the colonel does not hesitate to squeeze your breast, rub your nipple. His dick drips onto your stomach. You touch his chest in response, wrap your arms around his, moving your palms, feeling the tense muscles and bulging veins, feeling the arteries between his biceps and triceps, tracing his pulse. In response to this, in a warning gesture, he lightly squeezes your neck with his fingers, lingering on it, allowing you to feel the weight of his massive hand. The hint is transparent, and you lower your hands, burying yourself in the sheets.

His hand moves lower, along the ribs to the stomach, stroking and slightly pressing, and when they reach the bottom, he simply rips the panties, throwing the fabric to the side. When König rubs against your entrance, lightly penetrating his fingers, pressing his thumb against your clitoris, you instinctively grab his wrist, pressing harder, demanding more pressure, to which he slaps your hands and you dig your fingers into the bed again. Unlike him, you don’t hold back your moans as he moves.

When it becomes empty inside, König turns you over on your stomach, leaning on top of you. It’s heavy, if you want to escape, you won’t be able to escape. His penis is sandwiched between your bodies, buried between your buttocks, his hands lie firmly on yours, completely immobilizing you. König rubs his thighs, spreading the lubricant over you, pulls off his mask and balaclava, pushes your hair to the side, bites your skin.

When the tension in your body goes away and you go limp under him, he pulls away. Roughly he pulls you towards him by your legs, placing himself at the entrance. The Colonel is in no hurry, as if he is trying to fully taste your body. His palm feels like it’s hot, burning the skin as he moves it up the muscles of your back, running his fingers down along the spine. König moves on to the buttocks, sometimes simply stroking, sometimes squeezing until they bruise. When you lean back a little impatiently, trying to plant yourself on his cock, he slaps your ass. Disobedience is followed by more and more until you stop with a dejected groan.

He again lays his chest on your shoulder blades, playing with your clit with his fingers, pushing the folds apart and finally enters inside. He moves slowly, carefully, and stops when you instinctively clench. König cups your jaw with his other hand, tilting your head back, and when you relax, completely giving him control, he continues to move, peppering the skin of your neck, its base, your shoulders with kisses as encouragement. He knows that he is truly huge and takes his time, doing everything smoothly and carefully. When he finally manages to sink all the way down, the Colonel pauses for a brief moment, giving you a second of respite to adjust, and then begins to gradually increase his pace.

König mutters something in German, breathing raggedly as his movements become a frenzied gallop. His hand covers yours again, this time your fingers intertwined. You turn your head, catching his sighs on your lips. When he rises up on his hands and knees, you follow him, not wanting to break such close contact, resting your back against his torso. Then he sits down, pulling you along with him and pushing you even harder onto his dick. A trembling grips your body as you cum at the same time, and you still twitch, but your Colonel holds you tightly, pressing you to him, as if trying to absorb you, running his nose along the still tense trapezius and mastoid muscles. When you manage to more or less come to your senses, you blissfully throw your head back on his shoulder, surrendering to his embrace and raising your hand back, reaching out to him.

“Your hair is so long,” you say, running short strands between your fingers.

“It wouldn’t hurt to shave,” he wheezes.

“Dont,” you open your eyes, looking for his, azure ones, “it suits you very well.”

He smiles warmly, brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

“If you insist,” König whispers.

You sit there for a while longer and you feel his cum leaking out of you even though he's still inside. Your walls clench and unclench around him, and you can’t stop thinking about how his uniform pants are probably ruined now. You giggle involuntarily.

“What?” he asked, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling the aroma that had already been forgotten.

“You're just very dirty.”

“Should wash you off either,” he stands up, taking you off of him.

König grabs you more comfortably, throws you over his shoulder and carries you to the bathroom.

“Be gentle, Colonel,” you egg on, to which he gives a savory slap on the ass.

After washing yourself and thoroughly warming up in the shower, you change the sheets, collect your clothes and go to bed. You trace circles on his rock-hard abs as he talks about work. In the end, he gives you one last kiss on the forehead and you fall asleep in each other's arms. His long-awaited vacation begins tomorrow.

[sweetiecutie]

More ex bf!König headcanons bc I love my men pathetic

Ex boyfriend! König who is definitely over you. That’s what he tells himself and his friends, sipping on his beer and pressing his new girl closer to his side. No one says anything but they all share a knowing look - all of his new girls resemble you somehow: their general appearance or some exact features like shape of her lips or eyes, their behaviour or how they handle themselves. But needless to say that none of those ‘relationships’ lasted longer than a few months.

Ex boyfriend! König whom you meet at one of your shared friend’s party, his sharp eyes detecting you the moment you step into the room, his throat growing dry as he watched your every move intently. You seemed relaxed - too normal, not mourning the loss of your relationship as much as he did, seemed like you didn’t spend sleepless nights thinking about him.

Ex boyfriend! König who after a few drinks has you cornered in small bathroom, on his knees with his face pressed against your thigh, begging for you to take him back. “Please, I need you so much, my life doesn’t have any sense without you. I’ll be better, please baby, I love you so much”. Your heart clenched at the sight before you - always arrogant and complacent he’s now kneeling at your feet, fat tears running down his reddened cheeks as he scatters small kisses all over your knees.

Not so ex boyfriend! König who is too eager to take you to his place once you mumble out small “Okay, fine. But this one is the last chance you get” to prove to you just how good of a boyfriend he may be for you.

Boyfriend! König who eats you out like man starved, your slick smeared all over his chin and cheeks, tongue buried deep inside of your cunny as his ears strain to not miss a single little sound you make, familiar taste of you clouding up his mind and turning König into a perfect whore for you. He spends the rest of the night fucking you oh so good, rubbing and licking all your soft spots - ones he knows by heart, until you cry and beg for him to give you a little breather. But he just can’t - not when you’re finally back, laying all spread out on his bed, hands tangled in his bedsheets, your trembling legs wrapped around his waist.

Those months spent without you were the worst in his entire life and now that König has you back he’s not letting go of you never again.

[konigsblog]

older-boyfriend könig headcannons ...

cw: large age gap (20s-50s), corruption, superiority and authority kink.

photo credit: @glutt_r on x/🐦

older boyfriend!könig can be so horrible. since he's older, wiser, and much stronger with more experience under his belt, he believes he should have control and authority over your pleasure. any sex toys? thrown away, or hidden out of reach. call him ‘old-fashioned’, but he believes a man should always be in charge of your pleasure.

he especially enjoys corrupting you. during your first time together, he found himself achingly hard as he showed you how a real man would pleasure his girlfriend, not some silly college frat.

your cunt latching and clenching around his fat girth, your tits perky and nipples hardened with arousal. he fucked you ‘til he was aching and tired, watching his greedy girl bounce on his cock excitedly, becoming addicted to the experience könig had and how well he fucked you.

“aren’t you a sweetheart...” könig grunted lowly, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he dragged your hips back and forth lazily, letting you bounce on him as his back was getting sore and stiff. “scheiße, du bist so ein dummes mädchen, kleine maus. du bist so unerfahren…”

older boyfriend!könig who throat trains you. since you're so inexperienced and new to this stuff, könig took matters into his own hands. one large, calloused and scarred hand cupping the back of your head, pushing you down onto his leaking, drooling shaft, listening and degrading you for gagging so loudly.

“weak, my little bunny...” you whimper, cries muffled, your struggle evident as you push at his hips desperately through weeps and pain, tears running down your cheeks. you take his length so, so deep, that when könig wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel himself bulging out. he throws his head back with his breathing hot and exhausted, addicted to feel the feeling of your struggle and nervousness.

just relax, tilt your head back, and let the older gentleman ruin train your throat.

[soullessdianthus]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Warnings: innocent!reader, very nsfw (cockwarming, toys, orgasm control)

Poorly translated German, correct me if needed!

Note at the end (worth checking).

✧°.  Perv!Boyfriend!König would wake up with a morning boner quite often, especially when he sleeps next to his beautiful and cute girlfriend. But instead of waking you up and asking to help him out (because he knew how much you loved to sleep), König would gently move you to your stomach and bend one of your legs in the knee. 

✧°.  A sudden stretch of his fat cock bullying its way into your pussy, woke you up nonetheless. And when you whimpered underneath your boyfriend, he was already holding you down and peppering your cheek with kisses.

✧°.  “Such a good girl for me, helping me out, ja?” or “Please, please, please, schatzi, it hurts so much.”

✧°.  He would bottom out and make you cockwarm him for a couple of hours of peaceful sleep. 

✧°.  Perv!Boyfriend!König would buy you different clitoral vibrators and dildos (all smaller than him of course, so you couldn’t be fully satisfied without his cock) just to devour the sight of his pretty, innocent girlfriend fucking herself dumb with those toys.

✧°.  He would make you bounce on that stupid dildo until you were a weeping and soaked mess, asking for release, your arousal dripping down your plush thighs. How could he decline your wishes heh? 

✧°.  If you were a good girl, of course. If you had been bad… Perv!Boyfriend!König would be merciless in his deviations – making punishments last for hours or not allowing you to cum until he says so. Sometimes it could be weeks.

✧°.  Perv!Boyfriend!König would not watch porn, because why would he, when he has you? His little girlfriend being naive and oblivious, allowing him to record her as she gives König a blowjob. 

✧°.  He’s not a super crazy fan of lingerie though. Like every other man, Perv!Boyfriend!König would like to see you dressed up for him, casual shorts or slutty skirt – as long as it’s revealing it’s good!

✧°.  Perv!Boyfriend!König silently fantasies about turning you into a cockdrunk bimbo!

A/N: Yall and I are feral for Perv!König!!! I might open my requests for a while soon... Just a heads up...

[machveil]

okay wait, because I was immediately struck with more Boyfriend!König after posting this

Boyfriend!König who comes home from a deployment - he reeks, he’s sore, everything aches and he feels like death. but, as soon as the door clicks shut behind him his eyebrows furrow. somethings cooking and it smells familiar. he’s kicking his boots off at the door and shrugging his coat off as he walks towards the kitchen. and there you are, standing next to the stove with a spoon held up to your lips, listening to music and unaware of his presence

Boyfriend!König who coughs, not wanting to startle you with his sudden presence. it’s worth it though, seeing you look over at him, eyes lighting up as you practically tackle him for a hug. it’s a sweet, short moment, but König’s eyeing the stovetop. when you let go you excitedly tell him you’re making dinner, something special since he’s been gone for a couple weeks. “You can’t look! It’ll ruin the surprise— uh, actually, maybe take a shower. I’ll call you when it’s done, okay?”, he chuckled at your rushed words, moved towards your bathroom when you gave him a gentle shove

hair wet and dressed in some ratty sweatpants, Boyfriend!König comes back to the kitchen while toweling off his hair. the scent from the kitchen is stronger than when he came in, but it’s nothing compared to what’s on the counter. he freezes, a little wobbly when he puts his foot down and looks at the food. tafelspitz. and suddenly that familiar smell registers in his head, his mama’s cooking. you had called her regularly while he was deployed, spent every other day learning how to cook some of König’s childhood favorites

Boyfriend!König whose eyes get watery when he starts eating because, oh, it tastes exactly how his mama makes it. he hasn’t been back home in a year and a half - purely from bad timing and deployments - and he’s missed his mama’s food so much. König who gets up from the table, walks over to you while chewing and hugs you, not giving you the chance to stand up or properly hug him back. as soon as he swallows he’s babbling ‘thanks you’s and kissing the crown of your head, murmuring how ‘you didn’t have to’. he’s got you in a death squeeze, eyes closed as he presses his nose to your hair, “Ich liebe dich— you’re too good to me, Liebling.”

[purple-1995]

Imagine that boyfriend that is always the hornier one in the relationship.

Imagine him daily coming up to you with all kinds of ideas for your sex life. You will be minding your business and out of nowhere he will show you his phone with a random porn video. Would you like to try it, baby? 😏 Or he will show you a sex shop page with a toy you aren't even sure what it is supposed to do. But don't worry, he will explain it to you with heavy details 😋 He will even come up to you and tell you about this trick his best friend told him about, that he did on his girlfriend and she came so hard that she almost fainted! 🤯 Can he do it on you? 😍🙏🏻 If you are ok with his proposition, he will be SO excited! He will wait anxiously for the moment, like a child in front of the oven waiting for the cookies to be ready 🍪 If you are hesitant, he will turn on his puppy slutty face and try to change your mind, whining and moaning about how it will feel sooo good 🤤 All while touching you, kissing you and humping his hard on against your body 🥴 If you flat out refuse, he will pout but will understand 🥺 Will he ask you for a handjob as a consolation prize? Yes. After all, every relationship is made of compromises 😇

Horny!Boyfriend

[myblogforeverandalways]

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘎𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵- 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨

u guys making me feel special with all these likes gahhh. I'll edit this a little later, but I have a small one-shot for you lovely :)

Köing was not only nervous but also a caring man. At the start of your relationship, he only cared about you and what you craved and truly desired. This touched your heart, a giant prioritizing your wants and needs, even in the bedroom.

Köing never went too rough, constantly checking if you were okay as he kissed you softly, thrusting slowly into your glistening cunt, wetness dripping down your thighs mixed with his thick cum. Ready to be cleaned off by him later as he groaned your name in a mess of English and German, his voice lustful and loving. Your whimpers would echo in the bedroom; you had never adjusted to his size, not with a cock that big, stretching your gummy walls each time you fucked, only to feel like your first time all over again.

Köing was indeed everything you could ever want. His soft touch and alluring eyes, his tall, possessive figure that would make you wetter just looking at him as he held your hand in public, fingers intertwined—he was all yours.

Your sex drive was already at a painful high, and Köing adored it, never wasting a second as those eyes that would flutter every time he pushed into you harder with pure ease, legs over his shoulders, shaking while he eyed you in pure lust, panting like a worn dog, just in pure admiration for your body. Your tiny hands that dug into his biceps as he begged to go faster, a primal urge that tried to control him before he filled your swollen pussy up but;

"No, not just yet, my love. You get to cum when I want you to~." You smirked, hands caressing his hair back, fingers intertwining, knowing this got to him.

You liked to see him beg, to struggle to hold his leaking cum.

Sensitive, aren't you König?

Sensitive to your silky folds, the squelching, sloppy noises as his strength diminished under you.

And poor König, trying so hard to pull himself together as he grunted, kissing your neck in desperation, his stubble tickling against your tender skin, a yearning desire that he craved every night. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as you mumbled sweet words into his ear because he deserved it. He deserved to feel special.

And as he couldn't hold it any longer, sinking into you, seed spilling into your pretty pussy, your greedy fingers circled your clit, begging for a release in return.

Edit: Thank you for the reblogs on my last 2 posts! I'm forever grateful to every one of you! I've reached, somehow, 50+ likes!? Insane work, thank you, luvs <3

[latenightdaydreams]

Werewolf König x Human!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, non-con, werewolf, knotty, breeding kink, biting, chase

3.5k word count

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💖Set in the 1980s💖

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It’s half past midnight as you hug your best friend goodbye. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, so you made the hour drive into the countryside to see her, but you work tomorrow so you aren’t able to stay the night.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Laura, your friend, asks. “It looks like it’s about to snow.” She looks to the sky with her sage green eyes, cheeks stained red from crying, but she still looks so beautiful.

“I can’t miss any more days of work, or else I would. I’ll drive safe, promise.” You hold your pinky finger out for her to wrap hers around.

“Call me once you get home, please.”

“I will.” You wave to her over your shoulder as you walk to your car. When you look up, you can see bright gray clouds and the full moon illuminating the night sky. You unlock your car and get inside, turning up the heater all the way.

 The radio turns on, Air Supply- “Making Love Out of Nothing at All”, blares from the speakers. Singing out with all your heart along with the radio as you turn your headlights on and set off back home.

The main road you take has no street lights to illuminate the path; only the light from your headlights and the moon to guide your way. When you look on either side of you, all you can see is dense woods with the occasional farm land.

Fluffy chunks of snow fall from the sky as the road ahead of you quickly gets covered. You turn on your windshield wipers at the highest setting. The snow makes the drive seem more surreal. As you have stepped into a Disney movie. It’s relaxing, to say the least.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can swear you see something big. You twist your head, trying not to look away from the snowy road for too long. Yet, you see nothing. You chalk it up to you being tired and seeing things. This area has no wolves, at least not anymore. They were all hunted into extinction or pushed out.

The drive only gets harder as the snow falls faster than what your windshield wipers can clear away. The visibility becomes so poor you can only see a few feet in front of you. Feeling your heartbeat pick up from anxiety, you slow your speed to 15 under the speed limit. You’d rather be safe than sorry.

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König deployed to middle America twenty-seven days ago. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out extraction that went sideways. Two weeks turned into four. Panic set in as he realized he will change away from his restraints.

Day twenty-eight, he looked at his men with hungry eyes. Their fear of him becoming easier to smell and he knew he had to get away from them for their safety.

“I’m going to patrol. Make sure no one follows us.” He lies.

The sky beginning to turn a pinkish orange hue as he drops his weapons and runs. His heart pounding in his chest, dirt kicking up beneath his feet, he tries to get as far away from them as he can.

Looking up, the sky turns a dark blue as the sun is almost completely set. After what feels like an eternity of running, he finds an abandoned run-down farm. He makes his way inside the barn to make sure he is alone.

Once inside König quickly pulls his helmet off of his head followed by his mask. He drops to his knees taking in deep breaths. He can feel his body temperature beginning to rise rapidly and his senses begin to heighten. His pupils enlarge, turning his icy blue eyes black as he begins to pant. Pain consumes his body as he begins to change, his hands grabbing at his shirt and pulling the rest of his clothes from his body with haste.

“Argh!” König’s scream comes out deep, inhuman. His body begins to contort as he drops to the floor in agony.

His fingertips now sharp claws, black and grayish fur cover his body. Standing up from the floor, fully transformed, he takes in a deep breath before letting out a loud howl. He now stands 9ft tall. Taking a moment to adjust to everything he can’t stop sniffing the air. There is a scent, one that he has never smelled before. He follows it outside of the barn. Stepping into the moonlight, he begins to run on all fours in the direction it’s coming from.

König is blinded by his pure primal drive as he runs with one objective. He stops by a roadside and looks up to see a small ranch style home with two cars parked outside. A woman with her back turned to him hugging a taller blonde. It wasn’t the blonde he was here for; it was you. He was smelling you.

His eyes follow you as you walk to your car. It was too risky to run out and grab you now. When the headlights turn on his eyes; he squints, retreating back into the tree line. König stands on two feet and sniffs the air, letting out a deep sigh before dropping back down on all fours. He begins to follow you.

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You lean forward as you drive to try and see the road better. Driving was becoming dangerous, but you’re still 45 minutes away from home. Out of the corner of your eye you see the dark shadow again. It’s almost as if it’s something chasing the car, but you chalk it up to just the shadows mixing with the heavy downfall of snow.

The car’s tires begin to struggle to grip the road as it quickly becomes slippery from the heavy layer of snow. You lift your foot from the gas to let yourself slow down more.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper to yourself as you feel your heart beating in your ears. You absolutely hate driving in the snow, especially when you’re so far away from home. Had you known it would snow, you would have had Laura come stay with you.

Just as you did breathing exercises to calm yourself, something huge darts in front of your car. You slam on your brakes and turn the steering wheel. A panicked scream leaves your mouth as your car drifts out of control. Within the blink of an eye, your car slams into a guardrail that stops you from falling into a ravine. Your head hits the steering wheel and you fall to the side slightly, making the music blast. The song “Every Breath You Take” by the Police fills the car.

“Shit.” You sit up and rub your head, feeling warm blood on your fingers.

Reaching over, you turn your rearview mirror towards you to check yourself. The low light makes it hard, but you only see a cut across your forehead. Letting out a deep sigh, you look at the car through the windshield. It’s smoking, but the battery is still running, so you try to get the car to start back up. Nothing. You’re stranded.

Stepping out of the car, you’re hit by the harsh cold and the snow on your face. It’s absolutely miserable outside. You remember the last roadside sign said there was a rest stop about two miles ahead, you could definitely call for help there.

You go into your car’s trunk and pull out the flashlight you had back there in case of emergencies; much like the ones you’re in now. The snow crunched beneath each of your footsteps as you made your trek to the rest stop. If there is one thing you can be thankful for, it’s the fact you wore your winter boots today.

“Just my luck…” you whisper to yourself, your breath visible as you speak. The wind whistles all around you as you hug yourself with one arm and continue holding the flashlight up with the other. The night is eerily quiet, not one other car on the road.

You continue ahead and stay to the side near the tree line just in case a car came. You can’t shake the feeling of being watched, as if you’re being followed. In your head, you tell yourself that it must be just all of the anxiety. No one else is actually out here.

That is until you hear a branch snap. You freeze for a second, holding your breath, trying to listen. All you can hear is the sound of the wind whistling around you and your heartbeat in your ears. Just an animal… You think, but then you scare yourself trying to think about what size animal that was.

With nothing you can do, you decide to just push forward and keep walking. Each step you take with haste, as you feel the fear of being watched, might be valid. You try to not freak out and waste all of your energy running, so in your mind, you try to calm yourself.

Maybe it was only a deer. Deer are heavy and live here. Could have also just been a branch falling down…

To relax more, you hum to yourself, just a random tune you made up in your head. You look up at the sky to gaze at the moon when you hear another branch snap. You twist in that direction and shine your light. That’s when you see the reflective glow of a pair of eyes inside the tree line.

The eyes quickly move away, your stomach dropping. Your mind goes back to the creature you saw while driving. You look around before continuing on. Your once hurried steps are more of a light jog. Your mind is torn between the primal urge to run and the human urge to remain calm.

Just a deer, just a deer, just a deer…

You hear another branch and you jump, turning again to shine the light on it again. The eyes appear once more, closer this time. You let out a shaky breath as you feel a wave of dread wash over you. Just then, you hear a low growl.

Not a deer, not a deer, not a deer!

Without a second thought, you turn and run, continuing down the road. Your mind goes a million miles a second as you try to process what animal it could be; maybe even a stray dog. Either way, you didn’t want to find out.

.

.

König watches you closely. Your smell is intoxicating. Consuming his mind, he can’t stop pursuing you. When you hear his heavy foot snap a stick, he freezes; he can hear your heartbeat race inside of your chest. The smell of fear growing stronger by the second.

You shine the light in his eyes, and he cowers away from the brightness of it. He lingers as you walk away again, getting some distance between the two of you so it would be easier to follow you without being seen.

He keeps his pace, listening to you hum a song to yourself. Acting as if you’re unaware that you’re being stalked when your elevated heart beat says otherwise. Then he does it again. This time you’re quick and flash the light on him instantly.

His urge to get close to you is uncontrollable. Your smell…what is it? He needs you, craves you. You are his. He lets out a deep growl, feeling his body tingle. You hear it and take off quickly. This is the moment, his time to pounce.

He picks up his pace until he is ahead of you. Once he is, he jumps out from the woods and walks in front of you. Standing up on two legs, he lifts his head and howls.

A deep, truly terrified scream escapes your lips as you watch a 9-foot-tall creature stand before you on two legs, howling as a wolf. Your flashlight illuminates the thick, dark fur covering its whole body. This was the creature you saw running beside your car, the one stepping on sticks, whose eyes you saw glowing…

You turn quickly and run back in the opposite direction, towards Laura’s house. In a panic, you drop your flashlight, your only possible weapon. There is no time to stop and pick it up, as you can hear the creature beginning to chase you.

“HELP!” you scream into the darkness, but there is no one around to hear you. “PLEASE!”

Adrenaline courses through your veins as your feet slip on the snow beneath you. You catch yourself and keep going. Looking over your shoulder, the creature is gone. What the fuck… You stop to look around, panting.  

If it wasn’t for the claw marks in the snow, you’d think you were hallucinating. Laura's home is closer to you than the rest stop, so you continue running back in that direction. As the adrenaline wears off, tears fill your eyes, the rush of everything you just witnessed causing you to break down. You take a deep inhale before letting out a loud sob, your feet slowing. Allowing yourself to have a moment before collecting yourself.

You wipe your tears away, trying to steady your breath as you turn to look behind you. All you see are your own footprints now. The cold makes your nose leak as you wipe it away on your coat sleeve.

“What the fuck is going on?” You whisper to yourself as you sniffle.

You turn back around and freeze. Up the road you see a dark black shadow. Your heart rate spikes again. It doesn’t move, so you take small steps backwards. Unexpectedly, the creature walks away slowly back into the wooded area. Confused on which direction you should go; you just continue to go towards Laura. Clearly, no matter where you go, this thing can move faster. Everything around you is quiet; on high alert, your eyes dart around in every direction.

“Just keep walking. You’ll be at Laura’s in no time.” Your voice cracks, lacking confidence in your own words. It’s as if this thing was toying with you.

Your body shivers from the intense cold. In your mind you convince yourself that this will just be a funny story you tell her once you get there. She will make you hot chocolate and everything will be fine. You’ll be okay.

Just as you started to believe your own hype, your body hits the snow-covered road- hard. Your head hits the ground and your vision goes blurry for a split second. You can feel hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you back into the woods. In a panic you begin to grasp at the snow on the ground, trying to pull yourself away from it.

“Let me go!” You try to squirm, trying to make yourself difficult in hopes it will drop you.

The creature growls at you, refusing to drop you. It drags you through the cold snow, sticks hitting your face and scratching you. Finally, it drops your legs. You turn quickly and begin to scoot away on the floor.

This… this isn’t real. This can’t be real. You see a 9-foot-tall wolf looking humanoid. A werewolf? No, they aren’t real.

König takes a deep breath in, having you this close makes that sweet smell so much more intense. His eyes travel over your body. He needs to claim you. He steps closer as you begin to crawl backwards. A growl escapes his lips as he lunges forward, grasping your ankle tightly; screams going unheard.

His clawed hand comes up and rests on your chest, pressing you into the cold ground.  Moving slowly, his cold wet nose touches your neck and you wince. His tongue coming out and kicking you.

His hands grasp your winter coat, ripping his sharp claws through it. A burst of cold hits you as you try to fight back. You hit him in the chest and on his face. He grasps both of your wrists with one hand and holds you down.

With your coat torn open, the sweet scent gets stronger. He is getting closer. In a frenzy he continues to tear off your clothing. Your small body wiggling didn’t slow him one bit. Covered in goosebumps from the cold you feel his nose trail down your body until he lands between your legs.

Nuzzling his snout between your legs he begins to take deep breaths, it’s what he’s been chasing. He’s finally found his mate. The aroma of your cunt begins to make his cock hard. His fat tongue presses against the fabric of your blue cotton panties.

“No!” You try to kick him again.

His blacked-out eyes snap up at you and snarls before looking back down. Grabbing the hem of your underwear with his teeth, he jerks his head to the side; tearing your underwear off. You have half of a shirt on, your bra torn down the center. You’re basically naked, the snow still falling heavily. Other than the extreme heat from the werewolf, you’re freezing.

Nuzzling his snout between your legs, he begins to lap at your cold cunt. His first taste made him close his eyes; he has never tasted anything as good as you before. Your back arches, hands still restrained above your head. Squeezing your legs around him you let out a tiny moan. He responds with a low growl. All he can think of is getting your scent all over him and his all over you.

His hands move to your hips and pull you toward him. His hands wrapping around your thighs and spreading your legs wide apart to fit his body between them. His hips grind forward and rub his massive erection along your wet folds.

You look up at him helplessly as he leans forward to lick your face and neck. Slowly the fat head of his red cock begins to slip into your tiny little cunt. A loud groan leaves his lips as he feels you wrap around him. His claws dig into the supple flesh of your thighs as he rolls his hips into you at a rapid pace.

Hands grasping at the forest floor, grabbing leaves and pieces of your torn clothes. You try to crawl backwards but he stops you, growling as he pulls you closer to him again. He gives you a glare as his cock stretches you to the brink, you’re his now to breed with and you won’t be leaving until you’re bred.

He drops your legs and turns you over. Your naked body hits the snow and you shiver. His hands grab your hips and pull you to him so you’re on all fours with your ass in the air for him. His cock slips back in, making him let out a small growl. His balls slap against your clit as he bucks into you.

Moans leave your lips, feeling disgusted with yourself for feeling pleasure from this beast. He loves to hear your pathetic little sounds. König’s claws dig into your hips as he gets closer to cumming inside of you.

Panting loudly as he leans over and begins to bite your neck hard. You let out a pained moan, the bite feeling slightly pleasurable. Slowly, the pressure of the bite increased and it was almost like he was keeping you in place.

That’s when you feel his hands on your hips push you down more on his cock. Your pussy is already full. You squirm from the pain. The squirms don’t stop him. He is close now. His hands firmly pull you back again as he pushes forward and you let out a loud moan. Little did you know he was trying to knot you.

König was ready to cum. His teeth sink fully into your neck, causing you to bleed. He pulls you to him and pushes forward until it pops in- finally. Instantly, your pussy clenches around his bulbous knot. You’re so tight, his cock throbbing periodically as he cums deep inside of you. Making sure not even one drop escapes you.

His massive body keeps you warm as you lie there in pain from being so full. You try to move and he growls at you, still not moving his teeth from your neck.

Slowly, he moves his teeth from your neck. You try to move and lie down, but you can’t. You're attached to him. Looking back over your shoulder at him, he leans back in and licks your face before licking your neck where he marked you. Now you’re officially his mate.

He stays locked inside of you as he ejaculates until his knot slowly fades away. Almost an hour on the freezing cold floor. If it wasn’t for his body heat, you would have frozen to death by now. As König slowly pulls out, he looks down at your small body. His eyes focused on your stretched pussy. Gently, he lifts you into his arms and walks you to the barn. He would not let you go now that he has found you.

[lvrxly]

boyfriend!Konig who can't help but sob and whimper under your teasing touch as you suck him off. He can't be too loud though, wouldn't want to be caught by his teammates.

"Stay still König.."

Your voice was full of authority as Konig's knees buckled beneath him as he stood, leaned against the door of his quarters. He couldn't help it. Your mouth felt amazing. So warm around his cock.

Your hands gripped his thighs, trying to keep his hips from bucking, shoving his cock further down your throat. You would be lying if you said he wasn't bigger than expected. It was a struggle trying to get half of it in your mouth without gagging.

"mein liebling— fuck.." his voice is strained as he covers his mouth with his hand under his mouth, small sniffles are audible as his cock twitches in your mouth. Was he crying?

He was helplessly writhing with pleasure as you continued to suck him off, his groans and whimper getting louder and louder. He could describe this feeling as pure ecstasy..

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

boyfriend!Konig who cant keep his hands to himself after a long day away from you. He kisses and touched and loves every bit of you to death.

There you were, trying to finish up the dishes, an apron tied around your waist and your hair tied back out of your face. This would be so much easier and quicker if you didn't have a 6'10 koala attached to your back.

"König..let go babe, I can't clean the kitchen like this!" You'd whine, but your pleas do nothing to budge the man. His face is buried in your neck, kissing and nibbling on the exposed skin. His hands rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist.

" 'm missed ya-" he whispers, his hands slowly sliding under your shirt, running up your stomach, his fingertip tickling your skin, goosebumps filling your tummy. As if his hands are magnets they connect with your breasts in no time, squeezing them together as he watches over your shoulder.

" 've gotten an idea. you should clean this kitchen naked, nothing but this little apron on— how bout it?"

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

boyfriend!Konig who surprises you with a late date night, telling ya to dress up all pretty for this was a very fancy restaurant. But you don't like how the dress he got you looks, so he cancels the reservation just to worship every single piece of you.

"Keep yer eyes on the mirror liebling—" His voice is commanding and sultry as he grabs your chin from behind, forcing your eyes back on the mirror. You stood practically naked in front of the mirror, nothing but your panties covering your womanhood. König on the other hand was still completely dressed, his suit hugging his muscles a little too well, his hair slicked back out of his face, his handsome frame towering over you from behind.

"now, i want you ta know this..your too fuckin gorgeous to be feeling this way about yerself—" his voice is almost angry as he grips your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin, almost hard enough to leave marks.

He leaves kisses up and down your neck, until he reaches your ear where he whispers, "Now 'm gonna fuck ya in front of this mirror and show you how beautiful ya really can be..—"

a/n: thank u guys so so much for 600+ followers! i love all of ya sm!! im running out of fic/headcannon ideas though, so feel free to submit a request <33 much love honeys !

[cod-dump]

Ghost after Soap hugs him: *sighs*

Soap: What’s wrong, babe?

Ghost: Sometimes I want my spine crushed, Johnny

Soap: I… I didn’t hug you tight enough?

Ghost: NO YOU DIDN’T

(Later)

Soap: I don’t understand! Lately my hugs never seem to satisfy him but it wasn’t always like that!

Gaz: Maybe it’s because König hugged him last time we worked with KorTac and now nothing can compare

Soap: K-König hugged him?

Gaz: Oh, yea. He has very nice arms. Big and strong- Great for hugging

Soap: … suddenly I am filled with rage

[witchthewriter]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: not a poly relationship - I just decided to have them both in one post. Let me know if you want more xx Also I went through the tags for these guys and there is nothing but SMUT. So I wanted some sweet sfw headcanons for the boys

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

INTJ

Ravenclaw

Neutral Good

Scorpio Sun, Capricorn Moon, Virgo Rising

𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲/𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

・This man is fucking dangerous behind the wheel. And although he is a hot-head occasionally, it isn't when he's driving.

・Simon knows he's shit, so when people honk at him, give him the finger - he just stone-faces it. Let's them berate him because really, he doesn't fucking care.

・However he has lost his licence a few times ... and so you told him he could be your &lt;3 passenger princess <3

・Simon wasn't amused ...

・Very much the protective type, verging on possessive. Not in an abusive way, but he wants everyone to know that you're his. So when anyone flirts with you - or even when they're a little too nice, his jealousy consumes him.

・Scary dog privledges, with and without the mask. This man is intimidating as fuck.

・6'4, wide shoulders and big hands, so it doesn't matter how you look, how tall you are etc - Simon is bigger, taller and stronger.

・Yes he can be a hardass, but when he loves someone, that roughness is somewhat smoothened out. He'd hate to hurt your feelings.

・He only wears his mask to hide his identity; he takes it off when missions are done.

・And when he's home, he rarely wears it.

・Absolutely HATES being jump-scared. And his reflexes take over (you've learnt from the first and last time)

・This goes with random kisses as well, sometimes you just have to make yourself known before touching Simon

・He isn't huge into PDA, but when outside he will gladly hold your hand, bump his shoulder into yours when you make a crappy dad joke.

・The biggest misconception is that he's cold. Well, at work - obviously he is. But at home, with you, he has so much warmth. A lot of life.

・He has great banter. Absolutely has both of you laughing your asses off.

・Calls you "love," "sweetheart," (all in his gruff, chiselled brit accent). And when you're alone, he calls you names like "my love," "hun," "sweet cheeks."

・You're slowly learning about Simon's past, which he shares little by little.

・Too much information and he's scared you might feel overwhelmed and leave him

・There's some deep trauma there, but the army has therapists and everyone gets checked out before they're deemed mentally healthy enough.

・He does want kids, but only after he's done with the military. He would hate to be an absent father in any way. And he wouldn't want you to have that full responsibility.

・A lot of people characterise him as this traumatised man who can barely look after himself. But that is far, faaaaar from the truth. He's very competent. And he eats a LOT. But he also works out (to keep in shape, he actually hates the gym) (also he doesn't expect you to do anything of that stuff. He loves you for you.)

・I also have this headcanon that Ghost/Riley would love Metallica, Slipknot, Black Sabbath etc. It's one of the things that calm him down. However, if he's had an overwhelming day, he needs no noise whatsoever.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Teases Them (You) x About To End Them (Ghost)

The Moon and His Star

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Opposites Attract

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

Arsonist's Lullabye by Hozier

Enter Sandman by Metallica

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, I bloody mean it. 

・There's almost like two sides of your s/o. The Ghost side, where the mask stays on, and he's rough, possessive, dominant. And then the Simon side, where he likes soft touches and when you gently stroke his face

・You've both discovered that Simon likes it when you wear his mask, gloves - nothing else - and touch yourself.

・Even with your cum juices on the mask, and gloves, he'll still wear them to work.

・It's the only kinky thing he brings with him while on deployment. You did want to take a naked polaroid for him but he didn't trust the other guys not to somehow see it.

・He likes keeping you as separate from army life as much as possible. Because you feel like home, and it gives him hope.

・Ghost loves taming your bratty side. He's short, demanding and can shut you up with one look.

"Keep on actin' like that, and see what happens."

・Of course you keep acting up, and when you get home, you pay for it tenfold.

・Ghost's hands are as big as a paddle, and when he has you over his knee, ass up in the air. He doesn't hesitate in leaving red marks (all consensual. He wouldn't do anything without having a conversation before hand).

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Chaotic Good

Aries Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠

・A 6'10 king, who suffers from social anxiety but has this soft, silly side that he loves showing you and only you (I will take no criticisms on his height. It is LAW. My law.)

・Because of his anxiety, social aspects of life are much harder than work. He's highly skilled in combat, and has a lot of confidence in his abilities to accomplish missions.

・However, when you tried to speak to him, all he could do was stutter.

・You allowed him to get the words out, but he was an absolute mess afterwards and went to go train.

・But this didn't deter you in the slightest. Hell, you had been trying to muster the courage to speak to him for weeks...

・It took a while for Konig to open up about his past, especially his adolescence.

・He's told you the jist of it, but there's details that you don't push him on.

・One of your favourite pastimes together is going to bakeries and eating the most delicious pastries.

・When you're feeling down, or there's something to celebrate, there's no cake but pastries instead

・Doesn't mind animals, but understands that when he's away you will get a bit lonely. So you surprised him by getting a pair of kittens!

・You showed him over video chat, one white kitten and one black.

"I haven't chosen names for them yet, but I thought maybe you could have some input?"

"Schatz! The kittens are cute but you have scratch marks all over your arms!"

"They're very playful!" And then you leant closer to the camera and whispered, "I leave scratches on your back ..." And with an innocent look on your face, you watched as Konig shivered.

・Likes to put you on his lap when he's cleaning weapons, or getting the marks out of his mask or shoes. Okay honestly, he just wants you on his lap all the time. Whatever excuse he can come up with - he'll goddamn use it

・Absolutely loves Kate Bush and Stevie Nicks. He thinks they have such a beautiful sound that you can find him with headphones on, swaying in the bedroom, silently in his feels

・All your pet names are in Austrian/German:

"Schatz", meaning 'treasure'.

"Maus," meaning 'mouse.'

"Liebling" meaning 'darling.'

"Hase" meaning 'bunny'.

"Liebe" meaning 'love.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Konig)

The Gomez & Morticia Adams

I Don’t Know What I’m Doing But At Least I’m Alive, Right? (You) x You’re Doing Great, Sweetie (Konig)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Hidden Identity & Forced Proximity

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush

The Chain by Stevie Nicks

Dance of the Druids by Bear McCreary (he loves movie scores as well. It's one of his fascinations).

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・Konig is a bit awkward at first with the sexual interactions you guys have. He does have anxiety, but also, the build up of sexual tension had been going on for months.

・All he had during that time was his hands and the memories of how you looked, the way your eyes met his then flicked downward - almost like you had x-ray vision.

・There was no denying the heat.

・So when you first hooked up it was a fumbling mess of grunting, clothes ripping and fast hands trying to touch and grab at any bare piece of flesh.

・You did have a shocking revelation that first time however. Because this man's cock is not only thick, veiny but nearly 9 inches when he's hard.

・That first time wasn't a true first time as the look on your face told Konig everything - you weren't ready for that part of him ... just yet.

・Loves when you ride his thigh; they're absolutely huge. Just muscled and bulky and the first time you saw them (without the uniform) you audibly gasped.

・His body is absolutely divine

・Like it had been sculpted by the gods. Large biceps, long legs, small waist, large shoulders. His hands wrap your neck perfectly.

・You feel so safe with him.

・And you have to remind him that, because sometimes he worries he could hurt you without meaning to.

"I'm a grown up, Konig. I can handle myself."

"So when are you going to let me fuck you?"

"mmm... I think I still have to get used to that. Maybe we can do fingers first..." (his fingers are ... fucking huge).

[uhohdad]

Drabble requests?? If you would be so kind to humor me then-

Could there be like... soft and kind könig? Maybe just really gentle and domestic cause a while back i saw someone make headcanons of him being like a really mean guy and like all to them for sure!

But I was having a bit of a bad delusional day and könig is one of my attachments and seeing it made me so so sad and a bit paranoid cause like! Thats my partner! He wouldn't be like that!

So uh. Maybe just really soft comforting könig? If thats ok? Cause despite it being a few days now I still can't shake it and I feel bad over it :( hes such a silly but really good comfort for me. Big Austrian man ♡

Anyway if its no trouble then thank you! If not then its alright! Take care ok? ♡♡♡

for you my sweet beautiful anon? anything. i know könig would treat you like his liege ♡

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Köni💕: ‘How s work?’

Liebling: ‘:(��

Köni💕: ‘o no, what happenbed?’

Liebling: ‘nothing. just nervous and weird. per usual lmao. 🙃’

Köni💕: ‘ill make u feel better when u get home’

Liebling: ‘:’)’

The aroma hits like a wave as you push the front door open, your mouth watering and tummy grumbling at the smell alone.

“Meine Prinzessin,” König calls as you set your bags down with a heavy thunk, “Did your day get better?”

“Just now,” You say, palm flush with the wall to support yourself as you kick off your shoes, “Whatever you’re doing in there, it’s art.”

“Your favorite,” he says proudly, a bit of a tune in his tone.

A giddy, mischievous giggle leaves you.

“Comfy clothes on the bed,” He adds.

You give a soft little whine, because it’s just too sickeningly sweet how he dotes on you.

After changed and settled, he’ll serve you your plate, listening intently as you vent about all the little things that have been bothering you lately.

“And, I don’t know. I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t-”

You sigh before continuing, “Sometimes I have this stupid voice in my brain, and it just tells me that you don’t actually like me, and I’m just not good enough for you. I know it’s not true, but it still gets to me, sometimes. Y’know?”

You look at him, faced pinched and a hand rubbing the back of your neck.

“I have the same stupid voice,” He says, those hooded blue eyes trained carefully in you, “But know little one, I love you more than anything.”

You pinch your nose at him, but you still have to fold your smile, cheeks warm and bunched.

“I love you more than anything, too,” You say sheepishly to your plate, tone soft as your fork absentmindedly plays with your food.

Once tummies are full and plates cleared away, König herds you to the couch, draping you with a cozy blanket. He fixes you a tea before joining you, happily letting you rest your head on his thigh. He’ll tolerate your silly little comfort movie without complaint, stroking your hair, playing with the soft locks. He doesn’t dare move after you ensnare him by falling asleep, snoring softly into his leg long after your half-drunk tea has gone cold. ♡

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♡gentle!könig

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female!reader x könig

word count: 1,370

contents: 18+, cheating, gore, small fluff, angst

You never intended to cheat, you never intended to ruin your relationship but the way his hands wandered over your figure and the sweet things he murmured in your ear was just what you needed. It was everything your boyfriend didn’t do for you. You still loved König in the way you knew you always would, but he was neglectful of you and your needs, so when this man at a party spared you more than a passing glance it made you feel noticed. You knew it was wrong when you were walking upstairs with this man who didn’t even know your name. You knew it was wrong when it was the man's lips all over your body and not König’s. It was so wrong but it all felt so right at the time. It felt so right when it was his cock slamming into your cunt, König had barely even kissed you in the past few months so needless to say you were more than desperate. Your moans filled the room followed by the sound of skin slapping, the whole experience felt like the first time you had sex, but after it was everything but. You couldn’t even look at the man as he got dressed. He tried to speak to you but you told him to just get out. You were ridden with guilt that night when you went home to your boyfriend. You knew you couldn’t tell him anything but he began to notice something was off, he noticed the way you were eating less, the way you couldn’t meet his gaze, and the most telling sign was the way you began getting sick often. 

That was weeks ago but you were still riddled with guilt, and it didn’t help that somehow the man you slept with got your number. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at the message that lit up your phone screen in the middle of the night. König wasn’t so hesitant. He watched as you fell asleep and slowly grabbed your phone off the nightstand. He picked up the black metallic coloured phone that dwarfed in the size of his hands, his eyes immediately locked onto the message, it was the only message that was unopened and the only random number in your phone. 

“ Hey, a friend of mine gave me your number. I had a good time the other night and I want to see you again. ”

König wrote down the guy's number before putting your phone back on the nightstand. 

He spent almost two weeks tracking down the man before he found who he was. He texted the man from your phone to meet him at a park, with no hesitation the man went. 

Instead of the man being met by the beautiful girl he was greeted by two men he had never seen before. König called you soon after from his phone saying he “needed to talk”. 

When you arrived you were greeted by the horrifying scene of the man you slept with pinned against the concrete as König forced his mouth down on the curb. YOu didn’t love the man but the thought of König harming someone like he was about to do was leaving you shaking with fear. 

When you tried to approach König, Ghost quickly wrapped an arm around your waist before clamping a hand over your mouth. You knew König was capable of killing people at work, but this… this was different. It was cold, calculated, and it was terrifying to think König could actually kill this man. 

You didn’t think he would actually do it until you were watching the blood leak from the man's mouth covering the concrete. A scream of horror left your lips as König boot slammed into his head over and over repetitively. Your eyes clamped shut, but you could hear the horrendous noises still. You could hear the sounds of his head bashing against the curb and his pleading for his life, until it slowly faded out. The sound of his pleas were taken up by a disturbing gurgling noise. 

You couldn’t explain why but slowly your eyes began to open. Maybe it was morbid curiosity, or maybe you just wanted to see if he had actually killed the man. When your eyes opened they locked on König first, you watched as he grinded the man’s head into the curb with the thick heel of his boot. Your eyes slowly moved down before they locked on the man, he was unrecognizable, his face and all the concrete around was now covered in a thick layer of blood, you couldn’t even look at his mouth as it was completely ridden of his teeth and was split practically open to his ears. 

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t scream, you were completely paralyzed in fear until your knees buckled and you collapsed. Before you could hit the ground Ghost’s arms tightened around your waist trying to keep you up as you sobbed in shock and horror. Your body lurched forward as you vomited, Ghost tried to keep you steady as he held you up with one arm and held your hair back with his free hand. You were a complete mess in Ghost’s arm as you threw up while sobbing. 

König stepped over the disfigured man on the ground as he approached your distressed figure. You were a sobbing mess, it’s obvious you were having a panic attack as you gasped desperately for air. 

No matter the fact König had made you witness this brutal display of dominance he did still love you, you were still his girl, he was still in love with you. 

“ C’mon love you have to calm down, ” he gently took you from Ghost's arms, laying you on the cool concrete to hopefully help cool your rising temperature. 

König’s hand stroked your hair as he tried to help you slow your breathing, but after a few minutes he realized you wouldn’t be able to calm down there. You were completely limp as he pulled you up cradling you in his arms before bringing you into the car. He cradled you like a small child while Ghost drove all of you home. 

He had to help König get you inside the house because of the way you were still a complete mess. Ghost pulled back the covers of the bed you shared with König before he laid you down. He helped König pull off your sneakers before putting them down next to the bed. Before leaving, Ghost pressed a kiss to your forehead as he said goodnight. König sat next to you on the bed stroking your thigh gently as you laid there silently.

“ Geht es dir gut, meine Liebe? ” { Are you okay my love? }

You couldn’t bring yourself to form any words as you stared back at him blankly. A soft sigh left König lips before he covered you up before stripping off his clothes and crawling into bed. 

For the next few weeks your nights were plagued with nightmares. You’d wake up in the middle of the night letting out blood curdling screams. König would wake up with you every time pulling you into a tight embrace desperate to calm you. Absolutely no one was sleeping in the house, you weren’t sleeping because of your nightmares and Ghost and König weren’t sleeping because of your screams and sobs that pierced the quiet silent night. You were still barely speaking or eating as both the boys made an effort to help you but their attempts were growing futile. There was a visible lack of sleep which was evident from your under eye bags. You became increasingly skinnier since you barely ate and when you did you vomited it back up as soon as the food hit your stomach. 

It was late one night you laid asleep as König sat with his back against the headboard while he smoked a cigarette. He sat there for hours going through a whole pack of cigarettes while he watched you sleep. He stayed awake the whole night watching you but you never woke until the morning when the sun peeked through the curtains. He took that as a sign you were improving.

[lycheedr3ams]

dress a boyfriend with König

I just wanna dress König up in carhartt. He would look so good! It’s the only civilian clothes he’d wear, I feel like. But I don’t think he likes buying clothes, so you’d have to pick them out for him. Tell him he can’t keep wearing his 10 year old, ripped, smelly cargos he first got when he joined the military

Omg konig would look so good. All I want is to dress konig is carbartt 🥺 im just a girl

Imagine his beefy arms and broad shoulders in those jackets 😩AND HIS THIGHS IN THOSE PANTS

[cumikering]

Ex bf König x reader

1.8k | angst, comfort

When you saw König again, the world seemed to pause for a moment. Under the clear sky, the breeze subsided and the soft music faded. He felt out of place in this dimension. Was it him, really? You expected him to disappear when you opened your eyes.

Your heartbeat echoed in your ears as your feet took you towards him. He sat in the quiet corner of the rooftop cafe, where everything looked too small for him. Reality snapped back in place, but the wind in your hair didn’t feel like it and the gentle melody didn’t sound like what it was supposed to. You felt you were floating.

He smiled, but you were too caught up deciphering that it was him you were walking to.

It was König. On the table laid the strong hands you remembered holding all those years ago, next to his cup of tea. Heavy, rough and hardened - they were still very much his.

It was three years ago.

In three years, you didn’t see yourself changing much at all, but it was all clear on him now that he sat right before you. He had a different hairstyle – much longer than his military cut, a bit dishevelled. The scars on his face and arms had faded, the smaller ones leaving no trace. Jarring, as whenever you saw him after long periods of time, he always adorned more. He might not have been as buff, but he looked far more relaxed than when you saw him last despite the little lines on the corner of his eyes.

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to notice – it felt too intimate after all the ocean between you the past three years. But maybe life had been tough on him, like he said it was going to be.

He smiled as you sat. “You look good. Seems like you’ve been well.”

Well, you tried to be.

Of course you kept in contact, but predictably it waned with time. You were holding onto something which wasn't yours anymore, and he really wasn’t. His mind was entirely elsewhere and it wasn't his fault. You were never sure it was better or not that you understood, but sure as hell you knew it hurt a lot. Goodbyes always hurt, even if you already saw it coming from a mile away.

You offered him a weak smile. “How long are you staying for?” you asked, dreading the answer.

He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not sure yet.”

You knew what it meant. Your gut wrenched.

You didn’t expect to hear König was in town. You could only think of his little message for the rest of the day, heart tossing and turning with possibilities. It was exactly like the promise he made before he left.

But he remembered, at least. You felt silly for holding the promise so dear to your heart, because he probably didn’t, and you didn’t want to be in this space alone. You didn’t want to know that you were the only one pining for the remnants of what you had - once was enough. But after three years, maybe you’ve forgotten what it felt like too.

“Can I get you something? Do you still like your iced peach tea with no sugar?”

You let out a small chuckle and nodded. You weren’t sure what to make of him remembering that.

We humans are unreliable with our memories. We remember things as a memory of a memory, and now after three years, you questioned yourself if what you remembered was what actually happened.

But you remembered missing him, of course. You remembered helping him pack up, stuffing his mugs between his clothes in his luggage. You slipped in some of his favourite chocolates too – the ones as sweet as his kisses - so he wouldn’t forget what the city was like. But if you were honest, they were so you wouldn’t forget him when you tasted them.

You remembered helping him donate his things, some of his books and some clothes that didn’t fit. You didn’t see a point in taking his shirts for yourself. They weren’t yours to keep anymore.

You remembered having one last look at his empty flat, holding your breath in anticipation, but still sank with loss knowing the click of the door was the grand finale of you and him. But most importantly, you remembered crystal clear how much you missed him that your stomach was scorched with acid and your tongue was as bitter as envy.

Your breakup was infinitely more painful than having him leave – you were used to rarely seeing him due to his job. ‘Du fehlst mir,’ his gentle voice said in the clips you played endlessly while he was away.

It weighed like lead, knowing he wasn’t going to text or call anymore, saying he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again. You thought about how he wasn’t going to hold your hand while crossing the street, or that he wouldn’t be there to help you reach the top shelves of the supermarket.

It wrecked you that no one else would call you Liebling or Schatzi the same way he did, his voice overflowing with devotion and tenderness, the sweetest memories behind each syllable. You knew you’d never find anyone else like him.

Like the aftermath of war, the parting destroyed you, leaving a bleeding, gaping hole in your chest that never seemed to close up. Du fehlst mir indeed. He was missing from you.

Maybe you both were cowards for not trying, or not trying harder, but at that time, everything felt a lot more impossible.

Or you simply grew older, and realised real life was a lot more painful than broken hearts and not meeting your life goals. It was more like losing your loved ones or finding out they were dying.

Like on that phone call he received when you were out at the park after a nice lunch. You watched the smile fall from his face as your hand slipped out of his. He repeated in disbelief, but it was incomprehensible as he broke down. His knees went weak as he pressed his palm onto his eyes, as if it could hold the tears back. You led him to the closest bench and sat there in the deafening emptiness for a long while.

That was when you started to lose König. He was inconsolable, grave and so heavy, and you never blamed him one bit. It wasn’t his fault. You would have been the very same if you were told your dear mum was dying of late-stage cancer. You were there for him, and yet you watched as life bled out of his beautiful blue eyes, like what he would witness too when looking at his mother.

And so he quitted KorTac and left for good, back to Austria where his mum was. He loved it there, spoke much of the hiking sites and mountains you never could remember the names of. He promised to take you to his childhood home one day.

“My mama passed last month.”

Your heart crumbled. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.

He hummed, looking away. “Everything’s sorted now. But I’m back, as I promised.”

He’d said you’d meet again, at that café where you first met, when it was all over – whatever over meant at that time. But you knew what it meant when you got his message the day before, and it shattered your heart.

“You must hate me for leaving. Three years isn’t nothing at all, but there hasn’t been a day I don’t think about you.” His regretful eyes met yours as his hands balled into tight fists. “I was in a bad shape and it would have been selfish to have you while I wasn’t myself. You never demanded anything from me because you were always so understanding, but I haven’t forgotten about you at all.”

You wondered if you remembered verbatim the time you were together, if you were truly happy or that your relentless mind romanticised it all after he left. Like a prized possession you wrap up and tuck away on the highest shelf, and let time fade the imperfect details into the sweetest, yet blurry, distant memory.

But you hadn’t forgotten that time when you had your first kiss on the Ferris wheel, that the fireworks in your chest were far grander than the ones in the sky. You felt like you were flying. Or when you went to the beach and stayed under as long as you both could to imagine what the world would have looked like without you both. You agreed as you held each other, the following sunset was the best you had ever seen, like the softest painting stolen straight out of heaven.

König was right. People project what they feel, intentionally or not. Perhaps it’s just human nature regardless how sick it is. If he made you feel ignored, you’d like him to feel as abandoned, but that doesn’t stop at negativity. When you were happy, you wanted him to be too. You’d be extra cheery, sing-songy like a contagion. You wanted to sink him in the joy and drown with him over and over.

You reached for his hands. “I never hated you at all. I can’t even begin to imagine what you went through, but I know I never hated you.” You hoped he heard the sincerity.

“I wasn’t myself since the news and I didn’t get any better. I became… elusive to myself. It was like losing everything all at once. I know you genuinely cared, but I couldn’t even talk about it. I hated that I couldn’t make you happy anymore.”

You thought you finally understood why you broke up. Being intentionally mean is manipulative, but having no control of yourself means being helpless in how you treat your partner. You could only imagine how defeating it was to watch himself hurt people he loved in the midst of his own disaster.

“I know, and I don’t despise you for it. Not at all and never did.” You shook your head. “I’ve been there too, remember?”

He might have been holding back tears, but you were never afraid of feelings.

If it’s been a month, and even in a year or ten, things will still be allowed to hurt. You’re allowed to grieve because sometimes you never fully heal from a part of you getting ripped away, and that’s alright.

You knew it all too well.

He smiled. He’d never been so beautiful before.

“I’m just happy to see you again,” he whispered.

And with your cheek against his chest, it felt like no time had passed. Maybe your heart never left. Maybe your heart was still docked at the shore of the both of you, always waiting for him to be back.

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