#cod konig x reader

[voonroo]

König gets horribly domestic when you’re ill.

Bedridden or not, you're about to be.

When König walked into your shared apartment, home for a while after a sudden deployment, he would be lying if he said he hadn't been expecting you to ambush him with a hug.

Arms open, smile on your face, maybe a kiss or two.

But no.

What he did find, however, was you. Feverous, lying on the couch with a thick blanket dropped over your body and a half-started, abandoned dinner in the kitchen.

When you wake up you find yourself in your own bed, a wet washcloth on your forehead and blankets up to your chin. You’re able to hear movement in the hallway before König quietly opens the door. A steaming bowl in his hands and a bottle of water tucked under his arm.

He quickly approaches you, setting the items on the nightstand before removing the rag from you. Resting his large hand against your forehead for a moment before leaning down and kissing your temple as a silent greeting.

“I made you Kohlsuppe.” His voice is soft, a heavy whisper, void of the military persona he’s been putting up for the past few months whilst deployed.

After you’ve eaten and drank some water, he tucks you back in. Making sure you're covered completely- minus your face of course, leaving to the bathroom for a moment to wet the washcloth and ring out the excess water before returning.

Once he’s convinced you're situated and comfortable he joins you in bed. Wrapping his heavy arms around you in a firm embrace. Muttering sweet things as his voice lulls you back to sleep.

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[fizzyboi-98]

Just thinking about y/n, and how she might be a little too used to being on her mostly women squad (all of which are playful friends) but she doesn't notice that until she gets sent on a mission with this guy she just met, Konig.

And after they were done and getting ready to head back to the base he passed by in front of her and without thinking, completely on instinct she tapped him on the ass, not hard by any means but still, and they just stared at each other with wide eyes for a moment before a long four days of him avoiding her because he doesn't know what to do in this situation

Does he laugh it off? Should he let her know that it was inappropriate? should he tell her firmly not to do it again? but what if he does that and it ruins their whole work relationship? They did work very well together on that mission, ugh!!

Eventually she got him alone and apologized for making him uncomfortable, and they just ended up talking for a while, "I'm not making excuses for myself, but I'm just used to being with the girls, we do stuff like that all the time and don't think twice about it"

"does it not make you uncomfortable?"

"Well there was this time (friends name) started hitting really hard, but we shut that down"

To that you earned a chuckle from him, and after, you both actually become friends.

For now~ :D

[uselessmicrowave]

könig hcs coming back home (you still have to work) and jerking off w a little ’care package’ from you

tws/content- masturbation

König

Once he gets home, he’s out. You’ll have to kind of half drag him to bed.

When he wakes up the next day, it'll be noon at the earliest. Poor thing sits up after a minute, blearily staring at the ‘care package’ you’ve left on the nightstand. This was for him?

Yeah. There was a note, wishing him well and listing the contents of the basket and wishing him a good time and to take pictures for you and- oh dear, his face was all red now.

There’s a fleshlight (one in which he reaches for firstly), lubricant, a flavored variation of the lubrican as well as a variable of different toys.

He manages to record his first and intense orgasm, König twitching and writhing against the bedsheets on the camera.

When you get home from work, your poor, sweet Ko will still be in bed, and when he wakes up, he'll be happy to drag you to the bed with him.

[sergeantnex]

König x Reader: The Uniform (Smut)

Being a new member of 141, I had very little knowledge of who all were our allies, merely being told I'll meet them when the time is right. So, being placed on the lookout in a new territory and being told someone from our allied faction team called KorTac would come check on me did little to soothe my nerves. A smooth German accent came through my earpiece, informing me the male was headed in my direction. I could hear the male's footsteps as he approached my position from behind. Glancing back, my eyes widened as I took in the sight of a 6' 10" male approached. Red night vision goggles resting over his eyes, his tan uniform accented by the black and red colored gear he wore.

Normally, being surrounded by men in uniforms was one thing, but this guy and his uniform? This was completely different. The sheer size of him and his lean figure graced with such a dominating aura that followed him sent tingles of excitement and arousal down my spine. I studied him as he approached my prone form, his cocks outline visible through his pants. The sight made my mouth water with eagerness to have such a monster of a cock however he would be willing give it. The male moved to lay prone with me and lifted his night vision goggles. With how close he was, I could make out his sapphire blue hues surrounded by black grease paint.

"I'm König, I will be your teammate for this mission." He greeted, his voice sounding calm while his blue hues swirled with anxiety. I offered a gentle and welcoming smile as I greeted him back, giving him my callsign. His name rang a bell, I remember hearing the team talk about him sure. I thought Soap was joking, and he called the man a mountain, but damn! Something about this man excited me, made me feel submissive and eager to please. Was it how much smaller I was? Maybe it was his aura? It could be a million and one thing, that's for sure, but the mission came first.

I kept a quiet casual conversation going with him, talking about where he was from, even talking about him teaching me some German. He seemed to relax the more we quietly spoke, which made me feel warm and jittery. Although this giant male had one thing I didn't. Those sick night vision goggles. I open my mouth to speak only for him to wrap his hand over my mouth and adjust himself over my back. The front of his vest resting against my back and his hips resting flush against my own. His flaccid cock pressing against my ass only drove me to want to press back into him. I could hear the footsteps and quiet talking in a different language, I couldn't understand, as he laid over me.

My uniform wasn't exactly the best to be trying to blend in with the darkness of the night. His did a better job at blending in with the surroundings than my own, and with his goggles, he could see the enemies to see if we were in any trouble. The more he softly rested on me, the more I felt the desire and impulse to seek sexual contact. I took a risk and gently licked his gloved palm, quickly drawing his attention. I could see his blue eyes widen with shock as I peered up at him innocently. His attention quickly went back to the soldiers patrolling the path near our position. We weren't supposed to engage unless they spotted us or got too close. So feeling pretty in the clear, I softly lifted my ass agaisnt his clothed flaccid cock.

He softly grunts as I keep softly grinding my hips back against his. König presses his gloved middle finger into my mouth, letting me wet the fabric as I softly started sucking. I could feel his cock twitch and begin to harden as I lightly moan around his finger. König gently grinds his hips against my own letting his cock rut against my ass smoothly. Once we were in the clear, König groaned out and pressed against me harder. I learned very quickly that most men in the military were eager for sexual contact. Especially men in higher ranks, they were always stressed and needed something to take that stress away. I had slept with my Lieutenant many times due to how stressed he was after missions of after long days of training recruits. I wasn't sure what König's rank was, but at this point, I honestly didn't care.

"Scheiße... you little minx." König growled as he pulled his hand away to tug at my uniform pants. I quickly and quietly undid my pants, tugging them and my underwear down just enough to expose myself to him. I could hear him doing the same before the heavy weight of his thick cock tapped against my ass. He used his hand to press his whole length against my ass as he ruts his hips softly. I slightly pant as I do my best to stay quiet, letting him lift my hips up slightly. The sound of him spitting reached my ears as his spit dripped down my ass. I gasp as he begins pressing his tip into me, and I feel my walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me, luder, do you let anyone do this?" He mocked sinking his cock into me until he was fully seated in me. His cock feeling better than anything I had used in the past week to seek the pleasure of being fucked. König was thick and long, his pretty cock carrying a weight that would satisfy anyone. His heavy balls rested on the back of my thighs from how I was positioned below him.

"No sir, you're special~" I purred, arching my lower back to allow him better access to fuck me. He growled something in German as he began pulling out only to press forward again. The pace was slower than either of us wanted, but we couldn't risk being caught. Of course, we weren't supposed to be having sex either, but neither of us could pass this up. König's voice was low, his breath mixing with soft moans. Hearing such an intimidating guy make such noises in my ear only drove me closer to my orgasm. It was like when Ghost and I had sex, hearing the gruff noises and low moans from my lieutenant were such a weak spot for me. My walls flutter around him as his cock began twitching with his own approaching orgasm. I whine out his name as I began cumming, his hips changing to grind into me as he begins cumming as well.

"Open your mouth, luder. Clean my cock for me ja?" König commanded lightly as he pulls out and moves to press his cock in my mouth. I moan softly around his girth as I take him as deep as I can manage. Licking and sucking away any mess we made until he hissed and pulled away. König and I quickly fixed our clothes before he moved back to my side. His hand softly lingered on my lower back as he checked our surroundings. Once, he was satisfied with it being clear and laid back next to me.

"What made you decide to act such a way? You just met me, luder." König asked, seeming more curious now than nervous as he sees we are safe.

"At first, it was your uniform, the way it frames you in all the right places. It gives you a certain... aura. But now, you can fuck me anytime we work together again." I tease softly but showing that I mean my words. König chuckles softly as he resumes overwatch with me. My excited jittery energy came to a harsh halt when I heard Ghost come over my earpiece.

"Are you done fucking the Colonel?" His gravelly British voice mocked into my ear. I tensed and felt a heavy stone of mixed emotions hit my guts. Embarrassment because I forgot Ghost was on my channel in case I ran into any trouble and shock because this gentle giant of a man was the Colonel of our allied faction. I looked in the direction of where I knew Ghost's position was.

"Ghost... you-.." I started only to be cut off by my lieutenant.

"Yes, Private, I saw and heard every bit of that. Perhaps you'd like a lesson in what I meant when I said I don't share toys." He remarked before going quiet. My body filled with excitment at the thoughts of what he would do to me when the mission was over. Maybe I could convince him to share me with König...

[caiobsessed]

Chai bot #3:

Character: König

Prompt: Learning German but with a twist

Link: https://chai.ml/chat/share/_bot_4869d91e-dadb-408b-be81-54d423207406

[emperor-palpaminty]

könig with kiss #7 or #22 is making my brain go djsvsishahwh

🫠 i am delusional

Hehehee, I did #7 for another fandom, but I think 22 looks fun especially with feral battle Konig!! It's very much like Konig to have an adrenaline high after a battle and rush in for a kiss. Konig x GN reader (Call sign Banshee because that's what I've been using and my brain won't give me another name lmao)

List 'o smooches found here!!

(TW for mentions of guns, fighting, wars, all the typical COD things)

His whole body was on fire and it felt good.

The guns, fires, yelling of orders, it was all a soundtrack Konig had become used to. Despite his large body he moved easily and quickly, even stealthily. He could feel his heart rate spiking and had long since lost his own sense of self, and gotten lost in the fight.

Banshee lived up to the callsign. They moved rapidly in the darkening day, eyes set on the end battle, the war-cries from their mouth a sign, a foreboding, of death. Konig fought alongside his team mate- hand-in-hand, death-in-death.

Despite his spiking of adrenaline and the burning of his lungs everything felt slow. Especially when he caught sight of Banshee. The molten rage in their eyes melted into smooth but aggressive movements. Confidence was in their every step. They were danger, wrapped in it, cloaked and welcomed by war and blood and savagery.

It made some part of Konig choke up- his heart skipped a beat, he admitted. The firing of guns ceased for a moment and Banshee turned to him, ready to follow the Colonel's orders.

Konig felt a low hum escape him as he strided over, long legs easily moving over carnage and darkness. The hood on his head fluttered in the wind.

Power. Death. Beauty. It was all here right in front of him.

He grasped the back of Banshee's neck with one hand and shoved the edge of his hood up with his other hand. Through the glove, the smaller operator was hot boiling to his touch. Konig yanked them in and leaned down, mouth pressing against Banshee's.

His ears rang, tongue pressing against theirs on the dark battlefield. A noise mangled in Banshee's throat as their fingers grabbed the front of Konig's shirt, grasping him. He could taste their pulse, smell the sweat. Adrenaline poured through them, open and honest, and Konig grunted into the kiss, deepening it as much as he could.

He pulled away after a moment that felt too long, keeping the hood raised. He couldn't see Banshee, but he felt warm and deep breaths fanning his face. "When this is done, liebling," Konig huffed, his thumb digging into the back of their neck. "You will be mine."

He dropped his hold. His low voice reverberated in the air as he walked, the hood brushing his mouth as he moved away. "I will see you at base."

His heart pounded. Those lips, those sounds, somehow made him feel more alive than a battle ever could.

[ellienightengale]

Need help finding COD Fic

So, the fic I am looking for is a Konigxreader fic on Ao3. For the life of me I cannot recall the title, but I do know the opening started out with the reader being called (sneak or Ninja) and sneaking up on Konig in the break room who is cleaning his gun; The two started having drinks (tea/coffee can't recall) and she mentions the rocky movies and that's how the two start bonding is over watching those movies. Said reader is also a part of the TF 141. That's all I can remember.

[hyperesthesias]

König x Female Mexican Intelligence Agent

Author's Note: Don't look at me, I need to jot down some ideas for a story I will never write. I love this idea so much that I may actually change a few things and publish it as an original work somewhere down the line. If I actually wind up deciding to do that, I will probably delete this at some point. But for now -- I need to get this out because I am gnashing my teeth. This idea won't leave me alone.

Potential Warnings: Fictional depictions of war violence (I mean...obviously.) ; Secret Relationship ; Pregnancy ; Hostage Situation ; Attempted Murder ; Coma ; Unformatted, mostly just an outline/ideas.

Word Count: 4,847.

The first time they meet is at the chapel before an extended assignment. They haven't been officially introduced, they barely speak at the chapel anyway -- he can't keep eye contact with anyone for long. Especially with her. She looks beautiful under the array of colors from the stained glass windows. She smiles at him, and even if he didn't have a balaclava on, he's not sure he'd be able to return it. His heart's already in his throat, the last time he set foot inside anything remotely religious was back home in Austria -- many years ago. But the assignment ahead of them promises nothing but terror, and he's been having thoughts on whether he'll retire by choice or by bullet. He watches as she crosses herself, and he wonders what faith she claims. The chapel houses anyone seeking refuge, and maybe all he's wanting is a quiet space where his mind doesn't have to compete for attention. His leg bounces, his fingers wring together -- he's not looking at anything in specific, his thoughts wander this way and that, but the quiet and absence of prying eyes keeps him centered.

The woman leaves, glancing at him with another smile -- it's such a pretty smile. He thinks such a pretty smile shouldn't be anywhere near the stench of death. And he knows he reeks of it.

The squad gathers for mission ready and assignments, and he's stunned to see the woman from the chapel. She isn't as weighted down as the others of 141, but the gear strapped around her middle and her legs make her ready for anything. He knows she'd never recognize him -- he looks incredibly different from their passing encounter: the entirety of his bold frame is covered from face to feet, even more than when she smiled at him the first time.

She smiles at him again as the comms crackle with instructions -- and for a brief moment he wonders if she recognizes him. It's an impossibility. But it's a nice thought nonetheless.

They're paired together for the first portion of the assignment. It's then that he learns she's Mexican Intelligence. A spy. An asset. She's meant to draw out and extract information from another asset who'd gone underground almost a year prior. He's meant to give her cover, to offer additional persuasion should they encounter resistance.

She isn't intimidated by him, she doesn't mention his mask neither his size. It relaxes him. He's used to the relentless teasing from his brothers in arms, to the deluge of questions and comments that usually come from people who'd never met him. She came to the middle of his upper arm, but she made no remark about his towering stature. It's hard for him not to wonder if she accepted him genuinely without judgement, or if she was putting him at ease on purpose in some effort to manipulate trust between them. Spy craft was never something he was interested in, he doesn't like double talk. But her soft spoken words are truthful, upfront, as honest as she can be. There are things she can't tell him -- operational things that are need-to-know; things about her life outside the tangled mess of international underhanded dealings. He wonders what her life is like: she was graceful, eloquent, she had a natural talent of mediating conflict -- it garnered trust between informants and enemies alike. With a stern word and a soft smile, she had contacts in the palm of her hand.

Without noticing when or how it happened, he suddenly comes to the realization that he, too, is in the palm of her hand. They've spent long nights talking in their shared language of English, occasionally laughing trying to find a way of saying some untranslatable concept. She has a mother in the United States, he finds out. She also tells him she has no time for love. Neither does he. All of his nights are spent looking out windows in search of a target, or hiding in darkened corners. He expected her to make a joke about how difficult it must be for him to hide. But she didn't. He didn't make sniper, he tells her, a sadness in his voice.

"You have my back," she tells him. "That is what matters."

The moonlight looks sweet on her lips -- and the purr of her voice mingling with her accent, it's enough to drive him mad.

He finds out he loves her while he's peering at her through his scope. He's perched on the roof of a building opposite of the one she's in -- she's passing intel to another informant inside a hotel lobby. It feels off -- something feels wrong. He's done this long enough to know what it feels like in his bones. She glances to him, watching for the spark of the scope on the rooftop, knowing he's there, knowing he's watching her like a hawk. She has the same uneasy feeling.

As she's about to bail and call off the drop, she's double crossed -- stabbed in the leg, they only missed her stomach because she pulled her body away in time.

A shot comes from nowhere -- breaking through the daylight, shattering the glass doors of the hotel. The bullet sinks itself through the enemy, plummeting him to the ground in a pool of blood and matter.

She limps away in the cacophonous mess of people that descend on the man, sputtering his last breath. König meets her at a rendezvous point in an alley not far away. He helps her limp back to the base camp they've commandeered in a safe house a few blocks away.

He's angry at himself for not catching the set-up sooner. Swearing in German under his breath as he patches up her leg. His hand swallows her thigh as his deft fingers sew up the knife wound that missed an artery.

"It's not your fault," she breathes heavily, trying to keep herself sane through the searing pain in her leg. "It's not mine, either. These things happen. We learn, we correct, we move on."

He glances up at her through his hood and sighs, tying off the suture. "I thought I lost you," he says. He shakes his head and growls at himself quietly. He should learn to never get so attached to his partners. "I have lost brothers before..." he trails off for a moment, busying himself with the bandages. He wraps them around her thigh gently -- he's always so gentle. He ties it, sets the roll back in the kit, and looks up at her. "This was different." His accent is thicker, heavier; he's tense.

Her bloody hand reaches to his masked face and caresses what she believes to be his cheek despite that she cannot see him. "I know." She swallows, dizzy with adrenaline and uncertainty. "It is for me, too."

He didn't know she felt the same. He's still unsure now as she's speaking the words. He's convinced he misunderstood.

But as she caresses him, and as she leans to kiss his helmet, his body relaxes at the thought that he understood perfectly.

"Thank you for having my back," she breathes as she pulls away from him.

He sits there, very still. Wanting to do something, but not knowing what or how. He can't look at her, the same way he couldn't look at her when he saw her in the chapel that day.

Quietly and without a word, he takes off his helmet. And his hood. The balaclava is all that's left. He takes a breath and hesitates before he nudges it down his bare face. He's fair skinned with soft blonde hair, a long and bitter scar jagged across the diagonal of his face. He still isn't looking at her -- his eyes darting from her this way and that. It's everything in him to keep his head up. "We...have met before. In the chapel."

"I know your eyes anywhere," she says and smiles at him -- the same way she smiled at him that day.

"You knew?"

"I figured," she chuckled.

König lets a weighted breath. She was a spy, of course she knew. He pulls himself up and even on his knees his frame seems to envelope her -- he leans and gives her a kiss on the head. "I am glad you are okay."

She holds his head, staining his skin with the blood on her fingers. "I am now." She presses a kiss on his lips.

He has never been comfortable sharing his body with anyone, it requires that people see him. He doesn't like to be seen. He doesn't like to be touched. But the way she touches his face -- it does not hurt. It does not make him recoil. He melts under her fingertips, letting himself sink into the bed beside her, with her.

The 141's assignment progresses, as does their relationship. They're more than partners, they're something deeper. Something only they know of, something only they understand. Confidants who have each other's backs, lovers who know each other from stolen glances alone. They keep it secret. Almost afraid to jinx it.

But where he was afraid of jinxes, König notices she's become distant. Where they would steal a moment of time to even say 'I love you', she avoids him. He wonders what he could have done wrong -- he wonders if the images of him slitting another man's throat, or eviscerating another with brute force was enough to push her away. He would not hold it against her if that is the case. He can't track her down enough to even ask her what he had done.

He finds her in their safehouse after a briefing, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. He believes it is starting to make sense: the job is difficult, the blood is never ending, and the mind can only take so much. They've been at it for longer than most, with another few months added to the total time they'd be in the field of their current assignment.

"Meine Liebe," he whispers and kneels in front of her. "What is it? What bothers your mind?" He puts his hand on her back and her arm. It looks as though she has been crying -- her eyes and her nose are swollen. He's never seen her shed a tear, even with a knife wound.

She struggles to look at him. She swallows and feels a pain in her throat. She can't speak over a whisper: "Ich bin schwanger..."

His body goes numb and his eyes fall wide. He's staring at her without any air in his lungs. She's pregnant. He is the father.

She wanted to tell him in words he would understand without any doubt. She's practiced how to tell him in her head for two days. The pain in her throat grows.

"Schwanger?" he says again. The energy returns to him, and he can't sit still. He can suddenly hear his heartbeat in his ears. His hands go to each of her arms, he wants to hold her, embrace her -- but he doesn't want to hurt her. He's bobbing up and down, a smile starting to grow on him. "You are having a -- a baby," his brain can hardly translate it coherently.

She watches as his eyes speak to a smile that spreads and stretches against his hooded face. "No se que hacer..." she whispers to herself. "If they find out, I will be off the team," she sniffles. "I have to see this through," her accent sharp and hard.

"We will -- We will hide it," he says, definitively. He's convinced himself already -- he's already thinking of a plan. "We will make sure they do not know."

She shakes her head. He doesn't understand all of the risks. "It is dangerous. For all of us." Her arms wrap around her middle. "And for the others," she nods as if pointing to the rest of the 141. "We cannot lie to them."

"We are lying already," he shrugs.

She stares at him.

He centers himself at the sight of her glare. "What I mean is, they don't need to know everything, ja? It is...'need-to-know'. For right now, they do not need to know."

That she could work with, at least for now.

König wraps her in his arms, being careful not to hold her too tightly. "We will think about it, Meine Liebe. 'La resolveremos', ja?" His hand cradles her head as he leans his veiled cheek on her hair. "I have your back."

They want to tell the 141, they keep trying to find the right time to do it. The more people they have on their side, the better -- the more people there are to protect her, in König's mind. But she worries they won't be as forgiving. Weeks pass, time lapses -- the job is always more important. They can never seem to find just the right moment to reveal such a secret. But König's spirits are high, his desire to be around her, with her, beside her stronger than ever. He puts her at ease, reassures her -- spends nights with her talking about the days they would have with their new life. They make a promise to each other, to their baby: they wouldn't retire by a bullet, it would be a choice. One they would make together. She wonders what kind of life this new little life would have -- something different, something better than theirs. She would make sure of it.

Ghost is perceptive, despite his quiet nature. He picks up more than what people give him credit for. He can feel something is different. But the job is hard, it's lonely, it's difficult to find intimacy, harder to find someone who understands what the job means, what it takes. If they find comfort in each other, he wouldn't say anything. As long as it doesn't affect the mission, it's not his place to butt into anyway. But he can feel something...deeper, something much more serious. He hasn't quite figured it out yet.

That is, until he watches as she pats cold water on her forehead at a utility sink in the warehouse turned makeshift base. She hasn't looked well, but whenever anybody tells her as much it earns them a stark answer of "female trouble", and nothing more. None of the other men want to know anything more than that, they figure they wouldn't comprehend it anyway.

Ghost hands her a towel, and when she reaches for it, the layers of coats that have been wrapped around her for weeks briefly part enough for him to see a reason for her so-called 'female trouble'.

"When are you due?" he asks.

Her eyes close as she holds the towel to her head. She knows her time is up. He's going to tell on her -- she'll be off the case, and all the work she'd put in, the vendettas she'd garnered, it'd all be for naught. She swallows and sighs, turning to him. "Four more months." She plops the towel on the edge of the sink. "We should be through by then."

He stares at her, quickly glancing at her stomach. "Why'd you lie about it?"

"I have worked too hard to throw all of this away. I can do my job. I am not an invalid."

"You don't want off the team."

"I don't want you to say anything."

"Honesty is the best policy."

"It is my honesty to share."

"And König's?"

She stops and straightens. She doesn't say anything. But it's all that needs to be said.

The rest of the 141 find out later that evening. Both she and König come clean. The men are upset, worried, but know that complicated is part of the job. She's deep cover. If she disappears, it would wreck the mission. They've all worked too hard to throw it away. They keep it secret. Besides, pregnant women make for easy confidants -- a natural response to witnessing a maternal figure, she could use it to their advantage.

König dotes on her as well as he can, sacrificing water, rations, and sleep rotations for her. The others do the same to an extent. But König's excitement supersedes them all -- he smuggles some of her favorite homeland snacks from the field. He struggles to focus when a rifle isn't in his hands. But that is to say, he focuses often, for weeks.

She's guiding them through a chokepoint with cameras and coms from a van. Leading them to the stash of WMDs and intel that they've been hunting for a year. She's out of the line of fire, but never out of danger. She's due in a few weeks. She's tired, they all are.

"You boys almost finished out there?" she asks, watching from Soap's camera as they tag and bag what they came for.

"Just about," Soap radios back.

"Ja, everything is here," König is looking at a tablet in one hand, with his rifle in the other.

"Claro," she exhales sharply. "Because my water broke an hour ago. Get back to base."

"Copy. We are RTB," Soap says -- keeping calm not only for the men with him, but for her sake.

König itches to get back to her, his leg bounces, his fingers wringing. Would the infant be born by the time they got back? Or did it take more time than that? He suddenly realizes he knows nothing about anything -- at all. His mind is blank. But the moment he barrels through the door of the safehouse, seeing her sitting at the table, wincing, he knew one thing: he had to help her. He takes her in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. The med kit on his breastplate has nothing of use for her, he orders his brothers for towels and water.

The night wanes and the pain grows more intense. But he never leaves her side. The others are outside the bedroom, unsure what to do with themselves. She forgets they're there altogether. All she can think about is what will happen after that night. And by morning, after his final encouragement for her to push -- the night has ended, and a new life takes a breath. A small cry breaks with the dawn.

He helps both her and the newborn recline on the bed, and presses his bare face to them both. They are both so beautiful -- so unlike him.

"It's a girl," he says as he greets his brothers, his voice fogged with tiredness and emotion. His eyes tell of his happiness behind the hood. His brothers are happy for him, they congratulate him, pat his back, but silently share the fear of uncertainty.

She has to be on her feet in two days, to move up and out. Everything is sore, she moves slower than she did when she first went into the mission. She's charged with writing the reports and packing the computers -- all between nursing her newborn daughter. The rest of the 141 are loading the munitions and tac-gear, they would be back for her when it was almost wheels up. They had to figure out a way to smuggle the infant out of the base first.

König returns with news that they've paid off a guard to ignore the newborn. But when he approaches the safehouse, the sound of the infant's manic crying can be heard from the street -- the door is slightly ajar. He enters with a weapon drawn, and sees the computer smashed and scattered across the floor. The baby is in her blanketed drawer -- her makeshift crib, alone.

His lover is nowhere to be found.

Cool rage sets in before panic. The nervousness in his mind goes quiet, everything goes still, his face flushes with cold. She's missing. There's no one better than to find her. König wraps the baby in her blanket and positions her snugly inside his body armour before he radios the 141.

She's taken by a double-spy, an informant she burned in pursuit of the WMDs and the intel they chased for a year. He lost everything -- he no longer exists, cannot exist anywhere. A life for a life, he says, it sounds fair. He explains, there are more of her enemies gunning for her -- but if he takes her, he'll fetch a handsome reward, one he is unwilling to share. All she can think of is her newborn, of König, of the life they promised themselves. Somewhere far away. Her body fights against her and weighs her down as she struggles to escape the ties he has her in. She manages to headbutt him, disorienting him giving her enough to snap the ties around her wrists. She takes his radio and forces her body to run as fast as it can out into the open. She doesn't know where she is, how she got there -- but she knows König will find her.

The 141 track a coded radio message four miles away. They know it's her. They don't know if they'll get there in time.

She's on the flat roof of a three story house, having been held in the attic. Her enemy advances through the window she escaped; she searches for a way off the roof. She hears the 141's vehicle as it screeches to a halt, the men already pelting bullets in her assailant's direction. The man grabs her as a shield. She can feel her body starting to rebel against her, she's dizzy, starting to see double.

The men stop their hail of bullets and fan out, Soap and Ghost breach the house through the rear. König watches helplessly from the ground, she sees the outline of the baby in his clothing. Whatever happens, she knows he wouldn't break his promise of a better life for them -- even if she couldn't hold up her end of the bargain.

Her attacker wraps his arm around her neck, threatening to pull them both off the roof and to the pavement below. He has a weapon to her head. Ghost and Soap come up through the attic and appear on the roof with them. The man's finger bounces against the trigger, his feet dance against the roof's gutter.

I want to finish what I started, she thinks. Ignoring the yelling, the clatter of weapons, and the gravel beneath her feet -- she takes a single breath.

With a twist of her body, she wrangles herself out and under the grip of his arm -- she violently pulls his shoulder backwards. Wrested free, she uses what little strength she has to kick him over the ledge -- three shots come flying from behind her, pitting themselves inside the assailant's chest. He goes over the edge. She takes another breath, her shoulders sinking with relief as she watches him begin to fall.

Before she can take another, she feels something grab her wrist. Suddenly being pulled backwards, she careens over the edge with him. Ghost lunges forward, but it's too late. She watches as her partners -- her friends -- are left behind on top of the roof. The sky above her, the ground below -- she takes one more breath.

She lands on top of her enemy, crushing his lifeless body.

König runs to catch her -- he kneels at her side. Desperately, he looks for a pulse. She is unconscious, but alive. Her head made impact with her attacker's skull. He lifts her over his shoulder and seeks refuge in the vehicle.

They return home from their assignment with more secrets than answers.

Before their infant is one month, König is on a civilian flight to the United States. His daughter in his arms, a pack with everything she could ever need or want for their travels slung over his shoulder. He's shrouded in a large hooded jacket and a balaclava. He gets his usual stares as he boards the plane: his height, his stature, but the stares at the baby in his arms is new. She's tiny compared to him, born slightly premature, she's small. He thought she might inherit the genes of his height and width, but he figures she will take after her mother. She flies mostly without incident, but dislikes the bottle. She prefers her mother. He speaks to her in his native tongue: "I know you want your mother, but right now I am all you have," as if it would convince her to take it. An older woman on the flight shows him a trick on helping an infant take a bottle.

"Is she yours?" she asks.

He hesitates, he still can't look anyone else in the eye. No one except his lover. But he nods. "Meine Tochter," he manages a small smile beneath the mask.

"She is beautiful."

"Ja, like her mother."

He simply means to leave her on the front porch of her grandmother -- his lover's mother. Her and the pack. But when he gets there, he finds himself out of his element: out of his gear, in the suburbs, toting a baby -- on the porch of his mother-in-law. That, combined with his size, gets him caught. The woman comes to the door with a broom and begins beating him with it.

"I know your daughter," he finally manages.

She notices the crying baby in his arms. Something is terribly wrong. She invites him in.

He is sitting on the couch -- it feels strange to sit in a place so calm, so daintily decorated. It feels like a trap. But the woman holding his daughter is calm and kind, cooing with her. It was the best decision to bring her here. She'd be safe.

"I thought she might have blonde hair. Like me," he mutters, his whisper almost being swallowed by the balaclava. He extends a finger to his infant. "But...she has so much hair. None of it blonde," he smiles and laughs.

The woman chuckles. "My daughter had such thick hair when she was born. It looked like this." She begins to tear, but does not cry. Much like her daughter. "Is she safe?"

He nods. But he cannot look at her. "A hospital. She will be okay, they told us."

"Do you believe them?"

He looks at her now.

"They say things sometimes...Sometimes they are not true."

He sighs. "Ja, I believe them. Because..." he struggles to find the right words. "Because I believe her -- that she is strong."

A silent tear falls from the woman's face. The baby fusses.

"She will be okay," he says again. He feels as helpless now as he did when he watched her fall.

"Will you catch the men who did this to my daughter?"

"I will." His tone turns dark -- darker than he meant it. But it is the truth. "This one will need a place to stay for now," he caresses his baby's face.

"Mi angelita," she sings sweetly, and kisses her head.

"What does this mean?"

"My angel," she says again.

König looks at his child, her face glowing in the warm daylight peering through a window. She is heavenly -- just like when he first met her mother in the chapel that day. They are both perfect. So beautiful. He feels a pang in his throat, and he takes a calculated breath. His hands go to his face with apprehension, and he pulls down his mask, revealing the large scar that mars his features. But also a soft smile, and wet eyes. "Meine Liebling," he whispers, and places a kiss on her soft skin.

A day later, he places another kiss on the forehead of his lover, who lies in a hospital bed at a nondescript location. She's resting, asleep. The soft tissue damage has all but resolved. It's the swelling in her brain that worries her physicians. And him. And the rest of the men. Her superiors are threatening to disavow her. But none of the 141 will let that happen. Not him. The attempt on her life won't be swept under the rug. He'll find all of der Ficker who want her head -- and he'll take theirs.

His thumb caresses her hair as he nestles his masked face against her temple. "Meine Leibe." His eyes close as he draws a breath. "I have your back."

[dontbethatguy20]

Hello everyone! My inbox is open! What I do and my rules are on my pinned post! I'm not that strict, and I'm actually pretty desperate for literally any requests.

[whocaresabouttactical]

eat me whole

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[beloveds-embrace]

Telling Ghost/König you are too heavy for him to pick up or sit on his face, and he doesn’t say anything at first so you think he just accepted it even if your heart kinda twinged a little in pain because you know you are just not skinny enough-

Only for him to send you a video the next day: in the gym, looking mighty hot in a compression shirt and sweatpants just a touch low on his hips, and lifting a bar with ease. On a closer look? The weighs attached to the bar weigh far more than you do. And he so easily maneuvers and controls and manhandles it…

Between the heat curling in your stomach, face pink and thighs clenched shut, you almost miss the incoming text.

Never too heavy for me, doll.

[fizzyboi-98]

Imagine -

You were talking to soap about something then your eyes suddenly go wide at something behind him,

His eyebrows crease before he turns around to see what caught your attention and he sees konig with a few others talking to captain price,

"Oh the tall guy? that's konig, he don't really say much so don't go pestering him, alright?"

Soap said knowing that you like to make conversation with people, you chuckled and nodded deciding not to tell him right then that you had in fact met konig and you were in fact married to him

10:07 pm 15/12/24

[stargirlstabber]

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

[sergeantnex]

König x Reader: Tension Relief (Smut)

König just couldn't catch a break. Mission after mission somehow fucking up added with new recruits not listening, tended to leave a man stressed. In fact, he was so stressed he could feel the tension in his back and shoulders locking his back up slightly. He wanted nothing more than to ignore his reports that needed to be written and find some sort of relief, but that was easier said than done. Instead, the 6'10" Austrian sat at his desk writing up his paperwork. His blue eyes briefly glanced up to me as I entered his office, a soft smile on my lips as I moved to softly wrap my arms around his neck. I leaned forward, letting my chest rest on his upper back for a moment.

"Jeez König, they're really running you thin, huh? I could try helping you relax some if you want." I offered. The tall Austrian said nothing as he nodded in agreement. I could tell he was just trying to stay focused on the reports and not get too distracted. Smiling, I gently began rubbing his broad shoulders. I pressed my thumbs into the muscles as I rubbed firm but soft circles. It helped loosen his muscles a bit, the tension slightly easing away but not completely leaving him. I could see it in his eyes, a certain level of fire that showed when he was mad. He needed some physical outlet outside of yelling at the newbies. Smiling softly, I pulled his rolling chair back and slipped under his desk before pulling it forward.

"Maus, I don't have time to play -" König started but stopped as soon as I leaned forward gently kissing his clothed cock. His blue eyes looked stern and electrifying as he watched me work. My smaller hand softly palming his hardening cock, occasionally placing open mouthed kisses with my normal kisses. He shifted himself closer to his desk, getting back to writing the reports while letting me do as I pleased. I gently undid his belt before unbuttoning his khakis. Letting my smaller nimble fingers tug his underwear down enough to expose his dick. Offiering a slightly smile I kissed his tip before taking his cock into my mouth. Pressing my tongue along the underside of his cock as I softly sunk to the base. I pulled back up to the tip, sucking softly. I could feel his cock twitch and hear the low groan from him. I gave a light muffled moan as I continued to take him as deep as I could. His tip slightly touched the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex, making me gag around him. König gave a panting huff and brought his hands down to the top of my head.

"Maus, can I...?" König started as he looked down at me, his eyes holding a certain softness to them. We had talked about me deepthroating him, but I always expressed worry that I might actually throw up from my gag reflex getting triggered too much. Eager to please him and to at least try, I nod, letting his hands  gently grip my hair. His grip wasn't harsh, but it was firm as he began guiding my head. I did my best to relax my jaw and throat as he guided me up and down his shaft. I brought my hands to fidget with his pants softly, hoping that if I kept my mind occupied that it would be easier. Each time I gagged, he pulled me back enough to breathe before doing it again. The gagging made me salivate more, making the noises of me giving König a blowjob all that louder. I couldn't help but give a muffled moaning whine at the groans König was making.

"Scheiße.." He groaned before roughly pulling me all the way down his cock. My lips settled at his base as his length pulsed at his excitement. It was rougher than I expected of him, not that I minded him being rough. My throat burned softly at the feeling of his thick shaft settling in my throat. I could feel my already foggy mind becoming more and more jumbled. The lack of air tangling itself with the beginning of sub space. The two made my mind feel like it was stuck in a constantly moving state. His cock slid down my burning throat before he pulled me back completely. A mix of his pre-cum and my saliva connected me to him. König gave a growl as he resank me down to his base, where he softly held me there. His hold was enough to remind me that if I actually needed to pull away, I could.

"Oh Maus, I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my cock buried in your throat. Those stunning (e/c) eyes are all watery and submissive." He purred as I looked up at him with watery (e/c) half lidded eyes. I felt like I was trapped in a tornado, my mind and body now feeling like they were swirling with different things. I wanted to pull away, but I wanted to stay and make him feel good. König softly pulled me back, ignoring the mess contecting us as I coughed and gasped air desperately. He gently played with my hair, muttering soft praises before letting me resume my own pace. I tightly gripped his khaki cargos as I sunk myself to deepthroat him once more. I couldn't deny how blissful it made me feel to see his blue eyes roll back slightly. I struggled a bit at first but managed to swallow a bit of spit as his dick rested in my throat. König tightly held my head as he panted heavily.

"Sorry, schatz, I can't wait." He rumbled before he began rolling and grinding his hips against my face. I gave my best attempt at a moan as I began feeling his shaft pulse and twitch. His warm cum oozing down my throat liek warm honey, soothing the burning just slightly. I quickly tapped König's thigh signaling I need air. He pulled me back to let me breathe, the last few spurts of his thick cum painting my face a bit. König marveled at the sight of my flushed cheeks, watery eyes, and the mess connecting us together. His cum and my saliva forming strings between us. The mixed fluid began to run down my chin and down his shaft. König's blue eyes were trained on the sight of me, taking in every little detailed as though he was committing it to memory for later.

"Schatz, did you enjoy that? You look so... cock drunk." He purred as he soothed my hair out of my face. Nodding softly as I panted, König reached and grabbed some tissues to wipe my face clean. He gave me his cold water to drink as he did his best to clean himself and his pants as best as he could manage.  The chilled water was like a blessing on my used throat, soothing and cooling every time I swallowed it down. It was like sipping iced water on a blazing hot summer day, being able to feel it slide down my throat and into my stomach. König gently pressed my head to rest on the inside of his thigh as he scooted closer once more, his mind seeming clearer and his body seeming more relaxed the before. I could hear his pen start writing again, much calmer than before as well. I melted and closed my eyes as I rested my head on the inside of his thigh. Basking in his gently caressing touch on the top of my head, his fingers gently combing through my hair absent-mindedly.

[caiobsessed]

Chai bot.#7:

Character: König

Prompt: Stress Relief

Link: https://chai.ml/chat/share/_bot_eda54b6b-a1dc-4444-bb2f-826caa4d839b