#könig x m!reader

[machveil]

hey, i noticed you normally do straight pairing but i had a thought that might be fun m!reader is a curious soldier working with monster!konig to the point where he wants to see how his tentacles feel on him. starts innocently with his hands and arms but it gets more intimate; tentacle on his chest, thighs...

I didn’t forget this was in my draft folder, I didn’t forget this was—

CW: m!reader, groping, suggestive

years as colleagues and being close friends with Monster!König left you wondering about his more eldritch body parts. it wasn’t a secret that the man had monstrous limbs, strong and agile while on the battlefield - considered to be weapons, an extension of his body used for destruction

oh, but you’re a curious guy, it’s in your nature. thoughts running through your head when you see his tentacles reach out from under his hood - ‘what do they feel like?’, ‘how strong are they really?’, ‘would they feel cool or hot against my skin’. would König be weirded out by your innermost thoughts regarding him? you couldn’t say

it took a lot to build up the nerve to ask him. you were practically sweating bullets when he stood in front of you, icy gaze cast down as you asked if you could feel his appendages. you cringed a little when he chuckled - were you going too far? but when he replied it felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, “Ja, the barracks. You know where my room is.”. that was all he said before he walked off, leaving you awe struck that… yeah, you’d get to feel his tentacles

he didn’t say when, just that he’d be in his room. you figured you’d wait til dark, give yourself a little more privacy under the veil of night. you paced outside his door for a good minute, are you sure you want this? obviously, yes, you’d been imagining his tentacles on you since you met him

when you finally stopped pacing, glancing up at his door, all it took was a deep breath before you knocked. a simple ‘come in’ as an answer, you swallowed as you opened his door. there, on his bed - looking almost comically large - sat König, hooded and staring at you, “I was starting to think you’d be too scared to come, Kleiner Soldat.”

when he patted his thigh, gesturing for you to come over, you could hardly breathe. closing the door behind you, just as you were about to walk towards him, he tuts, “Ah— lock the door, schatz.”, accent thick as he spoke lowly. lock the door? for privacy, that’s what you told yourself as you flicked the lock, breathing out when you hear the little click

when you finally walk over to him, nervous as he takes your hand, he looks at you, “Was? Waiting for an invitation? Sit.”, he chuckles, though his command sounds a little rougher. he’s sturdy, comfortable as you awkwardly sit down on his thigh. there’s a moment of silence where he simply looks at you, perched on his leg

“Sorry if this is weird— I’ve just always wanted to know what… those felt like.”, you say, voice strained as you break the silence. there’s a brief moment before König rests his hands on your hips - moving you to straddle his thigh rather than siting side-saddle, “It’s okay, I understand. I know how you get, liebe.”

it’s true, ignoring your curiosity aimed at his tentacles, you always seemed to be interested in one thing or another. König was fond of it, always listening to your little facts and ramblings. back to his chest, he hums, “Hold your hands out, don’t look back.”

that caught your attention, and you did as you were told. hands up in front of you, your eyes widen as familiar fabric is placed in your grasp. his sniper hood. the shock of it almost gets you, already turning your head to ask what he’s doing - but he stops you, his hand coming up to gently grip your chin, turning you to face forward again, “Already ignoring my commands? That’s alright, I’ll let that slide,”, he huffs, leaning a little closer to you, “It won’t happen again, right?”

you can barely manage an ‘okay’ when you feel something touch your bicep. smooth, slick, little suckers lining the underside. oh god, firm muscle coiling around your upper arm. that same sensation at the nape of your neck, dipping just below your shirts collar, “This is what you wanted, liebe?”, voice a little condescending as he speaks

his hands move from your hips to the tops of your thighs, grip firm. in the same place his hands had been, you feel more limbs reach out for you, snug against your waist - ever so slightly constricting. he’s practically pawing at your thighs when your breath hitches, a tentacle drifting down towards your stomach, resting where your shirt stops and pants start. and when it pokes down, just barely grazing your skin, König’s hands shift towards your inner thighs

“Tell me, Mein kurioses Spielzeug, where should I touch you? Hm?”

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

König x M!Reader HCs Part 2

⚠️: Fluff, small angst, slight nsfw

TW: None.

• König hates it when other people stare at you.. men, women, married or not he didn't care.. he would glare at them until they left you alone, if the uncommon occurrence happens where they don't he'd threaten them, scaring them off.

• He didn't really enjoy the advantages of his height, mainly because he got alot of shit for it when he was younger but he always used it to help you grab things you couldn't or just simply shadow over you for whatever reason he was thinking of.

• He HATED scaring you on accident, wether it was a subtle approach or he was already there and you didn't notice.. he was worried you'd stay scared of him and he couldn't bare the thought of it even with all of your reassurance.

• He's more of a hand holding and cuddling kind of guy instead of just kissing and fvcking everytime you two were together.. he wanted the little things, even if they weren't much they were to him. He adored every moment he shared with you.

• The first time you two ever did anything sexual he was very gentle and overly caring, praising you the entire time.. he'd take his time making sure you were adjusting to his size even if it edged him longer than he wanted.

• König would do anything for you, kiss the floor you stepped on if you asked.. when you first met him he was cold, cocky yet timid.. but after all you've been through together hes become vulnerable to you, he hates the thought of letting his guard down or being vulnerable to a person but he couldn't help it around you..

• Sometimes as you drifted off to sleep in his arms he would whisper sweet things in your ear in German.. you learnt a bit of German just to understand what he could be saying sometimes but he didn't know that.. he didn't know you could understand every sweet thing he whispered to you as you slept in his arms.

• He has alot of paranoia around loud noises specifically loud bangs or crashes when he least expected it.. he would start to panic thinking there would be someone with bad intentions and would tell you to keep quiet as he would scope out the unpredictable noises in the night.. it would always end up being something falling over or an animal banging on the roof randomly, you had to reassure him that you both were okay each time it happened which wasn't often.

• He's clingy.. VERY clingy, you had to go to the bathroom? He'd wait outside, getting food/snacks? He'll be there making them with you, Just simply going to bed for the night? He'd cuddle you.. he hated getting up in the morning afterwards because he never wanted to let you go, he was always reluctant unless you put on your serious voice and he'd apologise.. you were never angry at him for it and you showered him with small kisses after he felt bad about holding you back from whatever you planned on doing telling him that it okay.

• It was only on a few occasions that he would come stumbling to you after drinking a bit, sometimes just hugging you and standing there for what felt like hours as he complimented you, the others ending with him being sensitive and practically begging for your touch, showering your neck with kisses as he held you close.. begging for you to satisfy him, he didn't care how, only when..

• You two once watched Heartstopper together and stumbled across the scene where the character Nick would do a gay test.. one day as you left for an event he grabbed his laptop and sat on your bed searching for a gay quiz, he already knew he was Bi but he wanted to try anyway, he finished the quiz and got 'Straight', he then continued to shut the laptop, crossing his arms and pouting whilest cursing to himself in german and then talking to himself about how he has the best boyfriend ever.

Done, I literally go to camp tomorrow and I won't be able to write for the upcoming Leon Kennedy read for about 3 days.. but thank you @makima4ever for another submission!:3

[confuseddipshit]

saw this recipe and-

head empty no thoughts only cooking for könig on a rainy day to comfort him after someone mentioning his height under a negative light and he got really blue and like getting under a lot of weighted blankets (fr he loves them) and watching some light movies and cuddles and reassuring that hes 100% loving and perfect and-

thats it. im head over heels for a guy i know nothing about. pls someone write this.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Ghost, König, and Soap reacting to their male darling having cock-piercings

Warnings: yandere behavior and NSFW

A/N: this idea came to me because of my lovely

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish:

Seeing your Jacob's ladder for the first time whilst giving you a BJ after coming home from a three-month mission.

Johnny finds your piercing both stunning and nerve-wrecking. He’s calling you a brave man, definitely takes a minute to take it in, as he can’t imagine the pain you went through to get it done. 

He teases you. So much. He likes to pull your buttons, always making sure to kiss your piercing before deep-throating your entire cock — going deep, rolling his tongue over the cold bars until you beg him for a break. Though, we both know you enjoy it. 

Johnny can feel your breathing slow — something he loves. Your legs are widened enough, he sunk to his knees as the sounds of your heaving breathing and gasping when he held your cock, words blowing hot air directly on your sensitive skin. 

His fingers traced the amount of aligned bars, making you shutter. He looked up at you, his eyes a deeper, darker, and deceiving blue. Something lusting in the water. Those narrow eyes boreholes into your exposed body as he chuckled at the choice of jewelry color. 

“When did ya’ get it?” 

You laughed, scooting deeper into the sofa, “Got it before you left. Was going to surprise you… then… y’know.”

He hummed, watching how your cock pulsed against his watchful gaze. Before you know it, his head dipped down. Soap gripped your left thigh, holding it open as his tongue caressed your twitching flesh. The hot, wet muscle lapped hungrily. It flicked at your slit, before going down to your piercings — circling and outline the curves of the barbells. 

Your legs trembled on either side of his head. His mouth working you open like that was enough to fog your mind entirely.

“You like that?” he cooed between the slurps of his mouth against you. “Oh, I bet you fuckin’ do.”

You nodded a little too eagerly. His voice was heavy and deep with a depraved need to dominate you. To sully your skin with his desire. You weren’t going to stop him. 

Whimpering out, you tugged down at his hair, making him deepen his warmth. Your eyes easily rolled back into your head, leaning against the couch. It was safe to say, he was nowhere near done admiring your piercings. 

König:

Finding out you have a magic cross as he unbuckles your pants, his dirty and teasing voice coming out as he comes back from a mission; clearly agitated.

Very intrigued with your piercing. He’s only seen images or videos with men having these painful shrewd done to their body; at best, König treats it pretty much like a gem, a statue made out of pure Gold. 

Admires it a lot. He’s eager to know how more sensitive you are, especially where the piercings are placed. He’s prone to doing new things: new positions, researching on how to overstimulate you, and what works best. Though, don’t forget, he loves to tease. 

“Let me, please—!”

“No,” he interrupted, his eyes staring at your piercing before peering up at you, his neutral scowl and deepening eyes sending chills down your skin. “Who did it?”

You shrug your shoulders, not clearly remembering your piercer. Who would? He growled at your answer before beginning to place a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, then biting down roughly – renewing his fading marks before moving down to your balls, licking along your raphe.  

You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat already. You dig your heels into his shoulders, begging without words for him to finally let you finish.

“König, would you—!”

His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs are squished against him. König growled, a fair warning to knock it off. 

You listened, but only gasped and felt the urge to clamp your knees shut as his fingers dipped down until they prodded at your puckered entrance — two thick fingers already slicked from sweat and a bit of lube. He started to stretch your hole. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing, his mouth engulfed your cock — his soft tortuous tongue laps around the tip of your cock, circling around the barbells as he watches your face. After a few more circles, his tongue switches to flicking up and down.

His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder, and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you. 

Your hand naturally went down and tugged at König’s hair, his blue-darkened eyes caught yours. He growled again, sending vibrations onto your sex. A high, needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groans, creating more vigorous vibrations on your cock. 

His hold on your thighs tightens, his hands already creating bruises from his touchiness. Though, he released your cock with a pop! His fingers exciting your now-used hole and reached upwards to your pulsing chest.

Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, heaving harshly, let out a whine at his painful torture as he restarted — all over again. 

Clearly, with his look, he wasn’t going to let you finish anytime soon due to being a brat. And getting something without his permission.

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Coming across your Reverse Prince Albert piercing after he decides on surprising you in the shower — right when he comes home from a long and grueling mission.

Not a stranger to piercings; finds it pretty impressive as well as unique. Before you know it, his hands are surrounding your cock; rubbing it in a way that’s devilish. 

He knows how sensitive you already are — he does, and with this? He’s definitely using this as an advantage to touch you more. You’re testing his patience, aren’t you? He can’t wait to see how long he can tease you till tears come down. 

It’s a slow act, really. At first, you didn’t know he was there. And next, you felt arms around your lower waist and a familiar presence that was too hard to ignore. Not with the automatic hard nudge of something hitting the back of your thigh. 

“Seems like someone missed me,” you teased, feeling his fingers trail to your thighs then back upwards to your stomach. His head rests on the back of your neck, smelling your skin. 

“When did ya’ get this?” Simon asks, peering over your head to look at your new piercing.

You let out a laugh before answering: “Got it a week after you left.”

He hummed, before starting to nip at your neck, sucking permanent marks as you lean back, moaning at the pressured water and his attacks. Though, you gazed down your legs, seeing Simon’s erect cock positioning right between your thighs, below your balls.

It’s ridiculous, no matter the times you two have had sex in the shower – especially after his missions, you find yourself always flustered. Ears feeling hot and cheeks warm like hell. You couldn’t stop peering down at his cock – huge in every sense, the shaft of it is thick and veiny. The tip of his cock is shiny from his pre-cum and the pressurized water.

You always loved to admire his cock, but it’s his turn now. To admire and worship your body like you’ve always done to him. 

“Someone shy?” he teased, one of his hands staying on your waist as the other reached down to your own sex, positioning his fingers to trail up and down your erect cock. You shuddered when his thumb grazed against your tip, as well as the piercing. 

He clicked his tongue, feeling you shutter. His tongue reconnects with your neck, sucking and pulling at your skin before he smooths his thumb over the head of your cock. You groan, eyelids fluttering closed as you lean back into him; feeling his own pulse between your slicked thighs. 

A chuckle sounds above you, and you crane your neck to catch his eyes. “M’ gonna reward you.”

Before you could say anything, his hand engulfed your length – rubbing you up and down as his hand, that was originally on your hip, went up to your throat; gripping it as a way to deepen his attacks on your shoulders. 

“Fuck—” you choke on your curse, thighs rattling against him as he circles your head slowly. It’s blissful, the sticky, warm cum that blooms out of your head makes him growl. You probably look ridiculous, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as you claw at his arm. 

The already thin pink marks showing. But, it does little to phase the man. 

“What a good boy,” he murmurs, continuing his assault on your flesh. You wanted to tell him to go faster, but you knew if you did so, he’d stop it. Teasing you. Calling you his whore. His slut to tame. 

As if Ghost couldn’t handle it, the hand around your throat went back to your hip. His lips attached your neck as he started to slowly fuck your thighs. Simon suckled, kissed, and bit along your neck, guaranteeing to leave more as he promised. 

You keened, arching your back and attempting to pull him in a kiss. His lips crashed against yours and his tongue pushed into your mouth. 

“Imgonna- m’ cum!” you choke with each sudden movement, his hand quickening its pace. He shifts before long, his hips coming flush against yours before he nearly pulls out, only to slam right back into your used thighs.

Your fingernails sank deep into the curves of his bicep as the waves of bliss crash over you. You came in the shower, sending your own onto the floor as Ghost started to hit his hips faster and faster.

“Hah– Shit-” he slurs, his voice reaching your ears. Finally, he cums with a haggard moan, body trembling as his cock spurts between your thighs and now the floor – mixing with your own down the drain.

Neither of you moved for a while, basking in the initial afterglow, before Simon pulled out between your stained thighs. You whined out, before yelping out in surprise; getting hiked up onto his shoulders as he kneeled to the ground.

Obviously, his hunger wasn’t satisfied.

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[mitosreblogs]

im going 2 write for this maybe ?? but cat/lemon/reef shark! reader nd cthulu konig hhhh

shark! reader would honestly start off quite scared of konig tbh … they’re well aware of what cthulu hybrids and have seen their affects firsthand, the delirious, rabid glint in a victims eyes and the macabre foam that would bubble up past their lips. and not only was konig a hybrid of that species, but the operator of kortac, one who had seen hundred of battles and could snap a man’s neck as naturally as he blinked an eye.

however , being the only two marine hybrids in kortac means they’re both drawn to each other by nature, and furthermore shoved by missions that required time underwater that only you and konig could wrangle.

it’s a slow process. the flick of a tentacle or small swish of a fin that would signal direction or start ambushes had progressed into little inside jokes. konig sometimes acting in place of a remora, using his suckers to help clean off grime or stray corals off your tail. and maybe he isn’t as bad as the eldritch killer you’d made him out to be.

now there’s a heavy tentacle wrapped around your shoulder, and now your fin brushing against the plated guards on his shin feels even more like home than warm tides that held you as a child.

the relationship you eventually get into is a change for the both of you, so civilian compared to the violence and hardness that you were both raised in. learning to use tentacles to hold instead of strangle. sitting on the ocean floor and watching as fish dart around, your tail pulling him a little closer as he leans his head onto your shoulder. tentacles pulling you against konigs chest and strong arms around your waist when your nocturnal instincts go too far out of whack for his preference.

just two little guys finding whatever home they can in each other <33

(HOLY SHIT I POSTED THIS ON MY RB ACC MY MAIN IS @mitoad !!!)

[pendragon-writes]

Something's Lurking

Soap: ...

König: ...

M!Reader: ...

Soap: Why is König on your back? Isn't he way taller than you?

M!Reader, who is currently giving König a piggyback ride with no issue: He said he saw a dark figure in the halls so now I'm protecting him.

König, who's nodding his head:

Soap: I'm pretty sure that was-

Ghost: It was me.

Soap and M!Reader: Knew it.

[makima4ever]

König & Ghost HCs :3

OK I KNOW THE PICTURE IS KINDA SHIT WUALITY AND IM SORRY MY PHONE ISNT HAVING IT RN

fem aligned can interact js don’t be a bridge troll oktyLOVEU

König & Ghost x Cat-like M!reader HC!!

this is entirely separate from any current stories and might become a multiple post thing :3

KÖNIG!!!

~ When König first meets you, it’d be probably be on accident as you bump into the tall man! who disturbs thy?!???? You then see this hulk and MOUNTAIN of a man as your little brain reminds you of how SHORT you are!!!! your instincts are telling you to climb….. ((NO HATE I LOVE OUR SHORT KINGS AND QUEENS FOR I AM 5’2))

König clearly sees how small you really are in comparison to himself, making him ALSO SELF CONSCIOUS… LIKE HE CAN SEE THE DIFFERENCE CLEAR AS DAY AND IT MAKES HIM AMUSED BUT ALSO REALLY AWARE….

~ You, on the other hand… are also actually kinda INTRIGUED!! very tall man who’s tall as the highest fucking mountain… maybe you should climb?? :3 You attempt to climb up the very tall man using his gear and clothing as footing to climb up his body!!!!

König just sees you strolling up to him, as he wasn’t entirely nervous but he was kinda curious and feeling a little confident with a small smirk behind his mask- UNTIL YOU STARTED TO GRAB HIS VEST AND CLIMB UP HIS TORSO…

~ meanwhile König is shocked and slightly panicked as you climb up his tall beanstalk body, throwing him disarray as you scrambled to get to the top!!! He’s not gonna throw you off but he is definitely moving a bit as you climb to the top!!! :3

This was entirely fun until you hit your head against the ceiling… okay, maybe climbing a 6’10 man who’s height REACHES THE ROOF ISNT A GOOD IDEA…. you recoil and start falling!! You do land on your feet as you recoil in pain from hitting your head against the lovely ceiling lights :3 ((CURSE THE LIGHTS..))

~ König is currently making sure you don’t fall off, until you do!! Then he’s panicking until he turns around so fast he could’ve cracked his neck… then he sees you gracefully land on the ground after falling!!! He’s surprised at how well you moved this maybe does not have anything remotely… and this surely didn’t invoke anything:3

König is stunned for a moment until you make a sound akin to a.. meow? We’re not even sure what sound you made really… that noise creates a feeling that is insatiable…. HE REALLY WANTS TO PET YOU!! :3

- you are currently.. having a weird moment as you are making these weird cat.. noises? not really sure what to call them really, NOBODY DOES

😭😭🥺

then, König slowly lifts a hand to your head as he pays it and scratches it with his hand (THIS IS KINDA CUTE??), just scratching your head and behind the ears as if he were petting an actual cat…

you let out a purr(?) noise, again we can’t tell what noise you’re making but it’s somewhat like a purr… maybe??? KÖNIG IS JS SHOCKED… CAT?!?!?

GHOST!!!!

~ honestly, he had already known your reputation since it was slightly infamous but he generally wasn’t even sure of you in terms of like vibe…

when he does finally meet you in the flesh?? You didn’t even seem off or any different from any soldier in terms of general looks but he did notice your slimmer figure

~ Ghost then has this internal monologue of why the FOOK he notices your body first then he sees you walking on over to him as Ghost continues to idle, chest slightly puffed as he sizes you up although not really… you then lift your head to look up at him as he can see your face

🥺🥺

he’s stunned, like outright stunned as he takes a moment to process this as you poke at his body, like a cat pawing at an arm or kneading someone’s back :3

from that moment on he now fully believes your c/s, but he doesn’t warm up to you immediately but he does find your cat personality amusing a lot :3

[cobwebs-in-autumn]

Kraken!Merman!König excitedly playing with your feet, cooing about how strange they are to him. Wiggling his tentacles between your toes and getting excited by your laughter. So excited that he can’t help but kiss you! You’re just too adorable to him, even if you have strange appendages that he sometimes wants to break because you keep trying to run away. 🧡🧡🧡

[d3k4z-bl00d]

"ive always hated you."

Pairing

König x gn reader (male leaning)

Warnings

violence, no detailed gore, König hates reader, reader hates König, König is an asshole, suggestive at the end (?), I lost motivation half way, this is based of a bot, is this an outlet for my own rage against him? yes.

Summary

You two hate each other, now your in a locker. Together.

The moment you stepped foot into Kortac, is the moment you hated despised könig. He was so cocky for no reason. Always finding out something wrong in your stance, seeing to the millimeter how much you missed the target, how your plan you spent days on would fail miserably, etc. It's not like you could teach him a lesson, he's your colonel afterall.

It didn't help how you captain didn't take your countless fights seriously. Thinking it's some common bittering. If bittering was wanting to stab him, he would be correct.

Horangi found it funny how you two hated each other so much for basically no reason. Always side eyeing each other, an accidental nudge turning into a fight scene until someone (multiple people) pulled you off each other, choosing ech other to spar just to show how much they could hurt them, etc.

Kreuger found it funny at first, then it just became annoying how you guys would yell at each other on missions, almost costing their lives. Him and hutch had gone to the captain countless times. Just being met with a chuckle and "they'll fight it out one day"

Nikto found it annoying at day one. He agreed with both of you and found both of you annoying. He didn't care at all for anyone. He half listened when kreuger ranted about you two.

That's until captain himself had enough and sent both of you on a small misson together in hopes you two can work together for once. When you both found out, you two's defenses on why not to go fell on deaf ears. For once you two agree on something atleast.

You two didn't uther a word to each other the whole ride. Just staring with loath. When you arrived at the location. You both hopped out. The misson was simple, enter building, kill some guards, take Intel and leave.

Easy right? Yeah..

You were first. You plunged you knife into the guards throat. The corpse dropped to the ground as you snatched the keys. You motioned könig to come. You whispered something under your breath. "Hm?" The Austrian giant hummed. "Nothing." You said back stoic, not wanting to cause a fight now. You two proceeded. Until someone got away (definitely königs fault). They alerted the rest as a alarm rang through the building. You make a run for it, intending to leave König behind. But just like everytime, he ruins that. He caught up to you and pushed you into a locker with quick thinking. He also cramped himself in there. "Smart ass plan, big gu-" you got cut off by a hand covering your face (literally). Your two hands held his on your face as you looked up unamused. He brought to pointer finger to his mouth, a sign for you to shut up. As if you can talk. The sounds on tens of footsteps sound. When the sound was right infront of your locker, it stopped and decreased again. König took his hands off your face. "Fuck you." You said as he did. "Shut up, just because their gone doesn't mean you should be your loud ass self." He said quietly with his stupid Austrian accent. You were about to say something, yet you realized you promised yourself you wouldn't argue with him on this misson. You just nodded resentfully. Staying quiet.

After what felt like 5 minutes of being pressed to each other in awkward silence. You talked again, "when are we getting out?" "When I want too." The annoying voice you heard to much today echoed in the locker. You grunted and tried to move. Before könig grabbed your hips to stop you. "Stop moving.." He grunted. You were confused and tried to get out his grip, causing him to grip you tighter and press you more against the locker wall, if it was even possible. You pressed himself against the other wall. Still holding you, you too were still touching. "If you were just.. smaller.. this would have been way easier." You sighed, giving up on typing to escape. "You think I don't know that?" His hateful voice gave his answer. You sighed. This was going to be a long misson..

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[machveil]

im back with another m!reader/Konig blurb request, i love reading the ones you write been thinking about Konig inviting his boyfriend m!reader out to celebrate Oktoberfest with some friends, but m!reader doesnt know what that is and misinterprets it as a halloween thing. Konig doesnt correct him because he seems happy and doesnt want to bring down his mood

as an Oktoberfest enjoyer I’m eating this up haha

maybe König should have told you what Oktoberfest was - he invited you to go out with his team early September, plenty of time in advance. but, then again, you could have looked it up. he knows you didn’t, you’ve been asking him if this is something you should dress up for, maybe a couple’s costume

he thinks it’s cute, he doesn’t blame you for misinterpreting ‘Oktober’ for ‘October’. he’s seen other people confuse it before they learned it was a Volksfest. while his team is ready to shoot the breeze with beer and good food, you’re oblivious, thinking it’s a little festival sort of event. granted, you’re not entirely wrong, it’s just on a much larger, much more boozy scale

he chuckles when you ask if it’s like a Freight Fest, shrugging it off and smiling, “Ah— nein, stimmt nicht, schatz. Don’t worry, you’ll have fun.”. he loved the confused look on your face, eyebrows knit, when he said the group was going the last week of September, “What? Why’s it so early? I thought it was an October thing?”. he can’t help the snort that pulls from him, grinning as he looks at you, “It ends on the first Sunday, Mein Liebling. It’s still, ah— around ‘October’.”

does he feel bad for pulling your leg, letting you believe it’s a Halloween themed event? not really, he finds it just funny enough that there’s no guilt. when the planned day finally arrives he takes immense joy in the shocked look on your face. his friends, who König clued in on your misinterpretation, poke fun at you a little - nothing more than some light teasing. you can scold König all you want, he’s too busy laughing, a hand on his knee as he smiles

while everyone is drinking and eating, all König can do is chuckle, arm looped around your shoulders as he presses his forehead to yours, “Entschuldigung, at least I didn’t let you come dressed up, ja?”. he’ll let you get him back, whatever way you want - be it petty actions or him making a fool out of himself. now that you know what Oktoberfest is… if you want him to get dressed up next year, force him to wear lederhosen, he’ll begrudgingly do it for you

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

König x M!Reader hcs

⚠️: Some sexual words used, getting called a goodboy.

TW: small amount of angst, mention of SH.

• Sometimes on lazy days with him you could and most likely will spend hours in his arms or with him laying on your stomach, his arms wrapped around your waist watching shitty movies just to talk smack about them the whole time, its your way of finding the humour in things.

• Due to Konig's severe social anxiety he doesnt like going out for dinners or fancy dates or just going out in general..he feels horrible for it and tries his best to cook at home and make everything perfect for a date for you.

•He has alot of 'sensitive areas' that will let loose some light whimpers if pestered..he also enjoys getting bit/biting just whenever.

(The next two are targeted for readers who have experienced SH or still are (I hope your okay) just to understand how he'd handle it)

• For awhile Konig never really knew about the scars/on going scars until you felt it was the right time to explain it to him..he didn't understand why you'd do such a thing to yourself and felt angry that you were hurting..but he was there for you none the less and comforted you about it as best he could.

• Sometimes if your wearing a short sleeve he'll accidently glance at your scars and feel bad but then grabs a marker and asks for your arm, he enjoys drawing little stars and hearts all around them and avoids the fresher ones as to not hurt you.

• When you two get into an argument it will never get physical, sure he'll get angry to the point he could punch holes in the walls but he never does because he's afraid of scaring you or hurting you.

• After an argument if he notices your still angry at him he'll feel guilty and pick a small flower and give it to you as an apology, sometimes if its resolved completely you'll cuddle for the rest of the day/night.

•During the 'hanky panky' everytime he'll be different, sometimes gentle, sometimes whiny and bratty or he'll destroy every inch of your body making sure your sore for the next few days..he whispers in your ear calling you a 'goodboy' and more whilest he pounds you non stop whimpering.

• hes very easily teased and sometimes enjoys teasing you aswell.. if the next morning he is he'll mock your moans and faces you make.

• During arguments if he's really angry he'll start screaming in German and that's when you know that he's fucking pissed..

•Once told you that years ago had his ear pierced and now has to deal with you begging him to get it done almost everyday.

•He only took his mask off around you after at least 8 months of being together, he felt bad about it but ever since and showers you with tender kisses to make up for the ones he couldn't give you.

Thats it! If you can please give me some fic ideas because I really need them, thanks you!:3

[nickscodthoughtsblog]

Matter of Size (König/m!Reader)

hey gang, sorry for the near-month long lack of stuff, my motivation to do anything at all was at critical condition but after looking at König's ingame model and noticing he was the one default skin that has a noticable bulge as far as I can tell, i had an Idea™️

CW: slight size kink?

It’s usually pretty quiet in the shower room on base, since most of the time it’s just one or two soldiers using it at once. This time though, as you walk in to the locker room of the men’s showers, its not so empty. The first thing you notice is König, who was hard to miss as always, drying himself off, sitting on a bench with his hood on. The second thing you notice is the sound of some other recruits showering and talking casually. König is pretty quick to notice you, nodding in your direction. “Hallo.” 

“Hey.” you reply, stopping at your locker nearby to undress. “You just finished?” 

“Ja.” He nods, watching you take off your shirt. “...most active the showers have been.” 

“There’s still space, right?”

“Of course.” Konig relaxed standing up and going to his locker a few blocks down from yours. You glanced over just in time to see him take his towel off and fold it up to stuff in his locker. You had always been pretty comfortable around naked men, so it didn’t really bother you much. But you had never actually seen König specifically nude before. You can’t help but stare, taking in the shape of him. He was impressively built, and clearly put a lot of time into his body. 

You were going to make an idle comment about it when you notice something that gives you pause. His dick looks pretty big from this angle. He’s not even slightly hard, and you’d hazard a guess that was at least five inches…how big would he be hard? Six? Seven!?

He cleared his throat, and your jaw snapped shut hard enough to hurt your teeth a little. You met his gaze, and he hardly seemed bothered by your staring. “Something caught your eye, Maus?” he asked, turning slightly to let you have a better look at him. 

“Uh- nothing.” You tried to just avoid the conversation, going back to getting ready for a shower, stripping in a hurry, not sure if he would tease you for not being as, well…endowed as him. You almost tripped yourself taking off your boxers, making König chuckle a little.

“Easy now, Maus.” His comment earned him a glare from you. But, even though you noticed his eyes go down to your crotch for a few noticeable seconds, he never actually said anything. Bad or good. 

“Shut up…” You huff, waving him off and grabbing your towel. He chuckled and went back to getting himself dressed while you left to shower.

The thought of how big he is might linger in your mind for a while, but you're fine with that.

[fortheloveofkonig]

The way I want to write some COD x M! Reader but so not fucking confident in my knowledge of COD or these boys and my writing skills.

But holy fuck we need more M! Reader, like so much more. M! Reader fluff too. There's such a fucking lack of it 😭

[iblameashley]

Jumping on the CoD brain-rot bandwagon.

I'm also like, super lazy so I'm going this in point-form. This was quickly and poorly written. Don't blame me, I'm gay and thirsty.

"Meeting & First Date"

*Mini-story* Civilian | Male

(König)

You were new to the city, but found a nice little coffee shop to hit up every day before work. It was quiet and the staff was friendly.

Most days there was a slow, but steady pace of patrons. Until one day, he came in. He was fucking massive.

He was wearing a mask, and a shirt so tight you could make out the dog-tags he was wearing.

The coffee shop was pretty much empty that day, so he instantly caught your jaw hit the floor. He smiled under his mask, blushed a bit and then quickly cast his eyes to the floor.

As he took his order, you took a less-than respectful look. He had to be almost 7' tall and was built like a mountain. Suddenly your whole 6' stature felt very small. He spoke surprisingly soft, though, you could barely hear his order.

He flashed you one last look before he left with his large coffee. You couldn't read his eyes, was he mad? Flattered?

You finished your coffee and danish and left for work.

It became a ritual. You arrived at the coffee shop, ordered, sat down and about twenty minutes later, he would come in. Always wearing a mask.

He would look at you, and then go about his day.

It took about a month of this before you noticed the change in his demeanour. He came in, gazed your way, and went to order his food. But his fist was clenched. It worried you.

So you actively started to look away when he came in. After all, you were the rude one, always staring at him. But he kept looking at you. You could feel his stare and now you felt uncomfortable.

Several days in a row, he would turn your way as he waited for his order. Staring. Fist flexing. And that god-damn mask hiding his face.

It was almost the end of the second month when it finally happened. His fist clenched, he made a pivot that nearly gave you a heart attack, and he walked with purpose over to your table. He towered above you; probably would even if you were standing.

"I'm sor-" You began. But stopped as he held out his hand. He was holding a piece of paper. "Order for King" the Barista yelled. He flapped the paper a little and you took it. He said nothing as he turned, grabbed his coffee and walked out.

'What kind of name is King?' you asked yourself. He was gone now. You realized now, how hard and fast your heart was beating. You were shaking a little. And then you remembered the paper you were holding.

You opened it up. In surprisingly nice printing it read: "You stare a lot, you shouldn't. Its rude. You seem nice, though. If you want to go on a date, please text me."

You were sure you were suffering some kind of hallucination. It was so grade-school "do you like me Y/N" but so endearing as well. You took out your phone and typed up a text. "Your name is King?" You smiled as you hit send.

It took no time to get a response. "No. Its a nickname." You smiled and replied, "Military code-name, more likely ;)"

He was taken by surprise. "What makes you think I'm military?" He asked. "Saw the dog-tags. Your shirts are very tight."

The chatting went on all day. Every chance you got you would reply to him and ask more questions. He was incredibly sweet, it seemed. And then finally he asked. "So, do you want to go on a date?" You did. "Yes." you replied. You spent the better part of the afternoon setting up the date.

(Date Night)

You chose to meet where you met, the coffee shop. You had decided to do a public date. He seemed nice, but you were still very much intimidated by him. He arrived in a button-down that was straining to stay closed, and that mask. Always with the mask.

"Hey, King." You said as he approached. He gazed at you quickly, then back to the ground. "Its Jakob." He said shyly. "But you can still call me King if you like."

"I would." You smiled. "So King, got a question for you." You smirked. He tilted his head like a puppy. "We're going on a date, right?" He nodded, following along. "First you're taking me to a pub for drinks and dinner, right?" He nodded again. "So how are you planning to eat, with that on?" You reached up and tapped his mask.

He was silent as his brain worked away. "I can eat later." He finally said. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. You could see the sadness and shame in his eyes. "I want you to like me first."

You pulled out your phone and began scanning it. After a moment, you put the phone away and looked at him. "We have spent 3 days talking and have sent several hundred messages to each other. I agreed to a date. I already like you. But I would also like to see you, and I will not eat by myself while you watch." You took a breath. "But…" you started. "If you really don't want me to see your face right now, we can skip dinner and just go on the walk through the park."

He was fidgeting in place. He was confused and stressed. It felt like everything was falling apart and he didn't want to ruin the date, not after taking so long to even ask for a date."No. I will show you my face. I will eat with you."

Before he could remove it, you placed your hand on his cheek over the mask. "Only if you want to. I don't mind skipping the dinner part of our date." He shook his head and you lowered your hand.

He took the mask off slowly and looked away as he did it. You could see he was breathing hard, but let him take the time he needed. When he finally worked up the courage, he turned to you. Across his lower-right jaw was a large scar. It looked like a bad burn and reached from his chin to just behind his ear.

You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I still like you," you smiled. "ready to go?" He squeezed your hand back. "Are you-" he started. "Yes. Lets go, handsome." This time you got to see him blush.

He spent most of dinner talking. He mostly ignored his food as he talked about anything and everything. You figured the beer was helping to loosen him up, but you enjoyed learning just how much of a nerd he was. You smiled and followed along, asking questions when he needed to take a breath. It was actually incredibly fun. He would apologize for talking so much every now and then. You waved your hand and just said "Keep going."

After you had both finished dinner, and several drinks between the two of you. He paid the bill and off to the park you went. The walk was peaceful and he seemed to have run out of things to say, so you talked for a while.

You could feel him looking at you the whole time. But it was softer this time. At one point, as you were standing in front of a pond, enjoying the last of the evening sun, he took your hand in his.

You stopped talking and looked up at him. "Is this ok?" He asked. "This is ok." You replied. "I've been worried." He said. "This is my first date…" He started to breath heavy again.

"With a man?" You asked. He nodded. "I mean, I've been with men.. but I don't sleep with a lot, I mean, Its fine--" You held up your free hand, and he stopped.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." You smiled. "We can taken this as slow as you need."

"What if I wanted to kiss you?" He asked. "Do you want to kiss me?" You asked coyly. You looked at him and smiled. "Yes." He said sternly. You could actually see it in his eyes. He really did want to kiss you.

He bent down a bit, to match your height and slowly placed his lips on yours. They were soft and warm. It was a long, slow kiss. His hand behind your head to hold you there. You were just about to pass out when he pulled away. You caught your breath, and just stood there smiling like an idiot.

"Was I good?" He asked. "You literally took my breath away." You laughed.

You leaned into him and watched the sun set. You couldn't wait for your next date with your gentle, dorky giant.

[trashy-tries-writing]

I just randomly felt like voicing my thoughts out about there not enough MW2 x male!Reader on the battlefield and me being tempted to write it myself because I only find smut stuff and I’m not interested in that and then that post got too many likes and I went-  (it’s probably me not finding anything because I suck at searching and more but we don’t talk about that-) 

‘Okay! I will write them!’ :)

So I went watching and searching up characters from MW2 and realized König IS NOWHERE IN THE STORY MODE TF???😭😭

AND THEN I went and fucked up while I was at it

And now I have an OC INSTEAD OF READER BECAUSE I SOMEHOW MADE A WHOLE BACKSTORY AND SHIT, so that’s clearly not a x male!Reader anymore cause it has too much info to be a Reader so it’s a character instead 😀

 (This bad boy can hold up so much pain ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

Would you guys still be interested in reading MW2 x male!OC Lynx?

Cause I have a whole page of ideas and it’s reaching over the number 20. I sketched the man when he first joined, so I’m gonna sketch him in his current outfit later on throughout the story or smt.

Well... even if you are not interested, still gonna post it so I have it out of my system XD

[pendragon-writes]

𝒦ö𝓃𝒾𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒶𝓁𝓁!𝑀𝒶𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Being with someone the same/a taller height was definitely something new for him.

He's used to having to look down so it's a nice change of pace to look up/straight ahead.

If you're in the same base as him you're probably seen together most of the time, nicknamed the Mountains or something relating to your heights.

Since König is most definitely friends or at least acquainted with the members of the 141, which also means dueling with Ghost and Soap begging you to let him go on your shoulder to feel tall.

I don't think he would mind if you're not on his base or a soldier like him.

If you do anything that's service work (like being an EMT or Firefighter for ex) then I feel like he'd find it cool seeing another tall guy like him doing such amazing work and would visit you if he can. (Idk why but I imagine him having a thing with guys in those types of fields)

If you don't work in anything like that, that's fine as well. He respects whatever you want to do.

You're definitely going to need a big ass bed with both of your heights, probably a California king.

You're guy's shared place (if you share a place that is) has custom stuff tailored to your heights.

Honestly loves being held while cuddling, and prefers to be the little spoon most of the time since when he is home he just wants to let his guard down and be vulnerable with you.

He doesn't mind being the big spoon either though if that's what you want.

All in all having someone taller/the same height as him is definitely something he would never complain about, and honestly loves it.