#konig gay

[latenightdaydreams]

Shower Time (MLM)

MDNI🔞

>CW: Masc/amab, p in a, handjob, cum shot, MLM

For more: Master list

1.4k word count

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You joined KorTac about eight months ago to advance your career. Everyone had been decently friendly, except one. Colonel König. His gaze would pierce through you constantly. Never saying a word to you even when you would talk to him. He would simply look down at you and walk away. He always made you feel small even though you by no means are a short man, he is just a fucking behemoth.

At first you tried to not take it so personally, maybe he was just not a friendly guy. Yet, you would see him have no issues talking to other soldiers and would never just straight up ignore them. You begin to assume he is just homophobic; he did see your ex-boyfriend come to base and visit occasionally.

Today was like every other day and you end your day at the gym. In grey sweats and a tight black shirt, you finish your workouts by doing a light jog on the treadmill. In the mirrors surrounding the gym, you can see König using free weights and glaring at you. Being intimidated by him, you keep your gaze away from his. Once your cool down was over you got off the treadmill and made a quick beeline to the locker room door.

Walking to your locker you grab your clean uniform and underwear before walking back to the showers. You set your clothing down on a bench across from the shower and step in. The sound of the water drowns out the sound of the locker room door closing and locking, unaware König just stepped inside after you.

König sits down on the bench next to your clothing. He grabs your bright blue underwear and inspects it. His mind was wondering how it would look on your tight little ass. His eyes wandered over to the shower while he continues to hold your underwear. The blurry reflection of you as you shower is a tease. His eyes lingering on the bulge he can notice until the water shuts off.

As you open the shower door you stall and look petrified as you see König sitting with your underwear. A hand moves down to cover your dick and balls and you begin the breath deeply. With slow steps you get out of the shower and reach for your towel, wrapping it around your waist.

“Not going to say anything private?” His eyes travel over your body once more.

“Wha- what do you want?” Your voice not as strong as you were hoping it would sound.

A smirk appeared across Königs lips under his mask as he doesn’t answer your question. He stands and walks towards you, his body soon looming over you as he looks down into your eyes.

“You’re…gay, right?” He asked finally.

A familiar fear in your heart conjured as you answer, “yes.”

“Good,” König brings his hand up to your face and softly caresses your lower lip with his thumb. His eyes exploring your face like he is trying to commit it all to memory. His eyes finally settling back on yours. “Are you interested? In me?”

The fear changed as you realized he doesn’t hate you, but the opposite. You swallow hard and maintain eye contact with him. You had never thought of him in that way due to all of the fear, but you’d be lying if you said you never wonder how big his cock is. You give a small nod.

König lifts his mask slightly and leans down to kiss your lips tenderly at first, as if he is hesitant. Then more passionately the second time your lips clashed. One hand cupped your face gently to hold you in place as his other went down your abdomen, his fingers gliding over your chest hair and soft midsection before touching the fabric of your towel. With one tug, he pulls your towel off and lets it fall to the floor.

The kiss breaks as König takes a step back and looks at your body again. This time your cock is fully erect with a bead of precum dripping off the tip. You feel your face get hot with excitement and nervousness as he looks at you.

“Come here,” he gestures with his hand as he walks over to the sinks. You follow without asking any questions.

König moves your body so that you are facing the mirrors and he stands behind you. All you can see are his eyes as they are glued to your ass before moving to meet your gaze in the mirror. You can hear him begin to undo his belt and pants before the heavy fabric falls to the floor around his ankles. You can hear the crinkling sound of a condom wrapper as your eyes watch him in the reflection. Wanting to see how big he is, you turn your head slightly.

“Eyes ahead,” he demands but in a kind voice, “you’ll feel it soon enough.”

You listen and continue to watch him in the reflection.

One of his hands caresses your back to the curve of your back as he pushes you down just a little. He spits on your asshole and uses a finger to rub it around, sticking it in your ass slightly before pulling away. His hand goes to his cock to guide it to your hole. His gaze locks with yours in the mirror as he pushes forward. The head of his cock begins to stretch your asshole. His eyes are watching you to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. He begins to rock his hips back and forth gently to let you get used to his size.

“Fuck you’re tight…” His voice quivers with pleasure.

“Oh god,” you let out a loud gasping moan as he pushes himself all the way in, feeling his full size. He lingers there for a second as you breathe and relax your body.

“You okay, Prinz?” His hands run along your ass, feeling the shape and enjoying your soft skin.

“Mhm, yeah.” You moan in reply. With that he nods and begins to pull his cock back before shoving it back in with more force this time, generating a loud moan from your lips. His pace became harder and more determined.

Your hand slides down to your cock, desperately wanting attention as König fucks you. His hand moves around and pushes yours off.

“Spit,” he says to you, holding his hand in front of your mouth. Your gaze goes to his as you spit in the palm of his hand. He pulls away and begins to stroke your cock with his large warm hands. “Your cock would feel so good in me…” he whispers to no one in particular lost in the pleasure of the moment.

You become a babbling mess as your body becomes overwhelmed with the sensation of his hand pumping your cock and his meaty monster cock filling your tight ass. The sound of his broad hips slapping against your supple ass filling the room. You can see your balls tighten as your hands grasp the counters until your knuckles turn white.

Without warning your cock begins to spurt milky white beads of cum all over the floor and Königs hand.

“That’s it, cum for me my pretty boy…” he groans out. Moving his hand off of your cock, he brings his hand under his mask and licks off the small bit of your cum on his fingers and palm. He moves that hand to your hip and he grips you tightly. His motion begins to pick up even more as he brutally pounds into your ass chasing his climax now.

“On your knees,” he pulls out gently but fast and pulls the condom from his cock.

You quickly turn around and get down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes widen as you finally see what was just stretching your ass and he is truly gods gift to man. His hand pumps his dick as the other one grasps your chin, holding your face in place.

Soft groans leave his mouth as you instinctively jerk back from the feeling of the first rope of warm sticky cum shoot out and hit your face. You open your mouth as more shoots out, the salty taste of him gracing your tastebuds. He guides his pulsating cock to your mouth as you wrap your lips around the tip and suck, milking him for the last bit of cum he had.

He looks down at you from behind his mask as he breathes heavily. His hand gently caresses your jawline as he looks into your eyes with more than lust.

From that day on, König was attached to your hip.

[miguel-owhora]

Cult AU but König's always been devoted to you, even at a young age.

Whereas the rest of the children would be picking at the dirt looking for worms or playing with a ball, König would find himself in the library, reading over the Script—the holy book of the cult, like their cursed version of the Bible—and memorizing every word. He looked up to you, their Lord and Savior, the holiest of deities, picking their little community as your main followers.

He wants to become close to you, wants to become your most devoted follower. Instead of choosing to become a hunter or a nurse or a farmer or a cook or a seamstress or a librarian or whatever other role there is, instead of choosing to become a guard, which should've been the most obvious choice for someone like him—already such a big kid, with the potential to become an even bigger and stronger guard—he chooses to become a Disciple, the closest connection they have to you, the ones who work with the Priest to keep the community in line and their devotion strong.

This leads to König becoming an outcast in the community, getting teased and bullied, shunned by his own family who find it embarrassing for someone as big as him to be a disciple. Which is usually an honor, but not when everyone was expecting you to be a guard. But König doesn't care if he's shunned and an outcast, not when he loves devoting all his teenhood and adulthood worshipping you, spending every second that isn't spent on rereading the Script or eating or using the restroom, to worship you. On his hands and knees, kneeling at the Holy Statue within the temple, slipping between German and English in his prayers, hoping for your attention.

It's this hope that becomes a reality when you appear before him, replacing the Holy Statue with your Holy appearance. You're as gorgeous as the Script describes you, perhaps even more, and König nearly passes out from how stunned he is.

You tell him you've been watching over his community for a while, but that he stood out amongst the rest. That you've never experienced such devotion before, and can't help but wonder how far he'll go.

There's no hesitation when König tells you there's no limitation to his devotion. He'll do whatever you want, no matter how cruel or weird it is; he wants to please you, he wants to make you happy.

Which is how König ends up between your thighs, sucking on your dick, and shit, it's fucking huge. You're already bigger than he is, being a God and all, even in your human form. So your cock is bigger than his literal thigh, than his forearm. He struggles to take it into his mouth, but makes it up by literally worshipping it. Kissing your cockhead, along the length, licking it, sucking on your firm balls—it's dirty and nasty, and it goes against everything a disciple isn't supposed to do, but fuck, if his Holiness commands him to do it, König's not one to turn it down.

Eventually, you have König bent over on his arms and knees, ass in the air. His own cock dangles between his legs, dripping at the tip. You stretch him open with your fingers, and it has him squirming and crying out, the first time he's ever done something like this. Eventually, you push your cock in, and König probably passes out, just to come back to consciousness to feel you fucking him.

König's literally crazy so he'd be babbling for more and half-slurred words you can't comprehend. He'd cum so many times before you even give him your first load, and it's only through your powers that you keep him awake and going, up until you cum inside of him. He'd be thanking you through a flushed and teary eyed face, strands of his auburn hair falling in front of his face.

You pull out, uncaring of how your cum streams after his puffy and stretched him. You aren't kind, you aren't nice, not by nature, but you hold off from being cruel and will him back into his original appearance, without the hand bruises on his skin or the cuts making him bleed, less flushed than before. König's disappointed he won't have any gifts from your interaction, hoping to have the cuts scar over, but you soothe him by telling him you'll ask for him soon again.

Despite you cleaning him over, König leaves the temple on trembling legs, with a limp. He avoids everyone's concern and comments, and probably goes back to his little cottage, where he'll probably coo over the cum leaking from his hole, over his puffy hole, eagerly awaiting for your next call.

[callofloony]

Short circuit German.

I just think König who absolutely melts anytime you call him something sweet, sometimes gets so flustered he literally forgets how to english, and i don’t mean he’s stuttering so much he can’t form a proper sentence, all his knowledge of the english language just goes out the window for a good 10-15 minutes until he reboots.

This one time when you were delirious (prolly just woken up from a damn good nap) you hugged him from behind, and in your sleepy voice you whispered into his ear, “g’morning, sweetheart… missed you…” And he just completely short circuited, he was trying to respond in english so you could understand him better, but it all came back german. “g-gut-… guten morgen- liebling!! wie gehts?“ (good morning, darling. how are you?) and seeing the confusion on your face trying to do an internal translation whilst still being out of it, only made him even more flustered, and even a bit giggly.

He made you coffee right after, of course.

[bluegiragi]

post match interview.

patreon for nsfw

[lucifermonsii]

König x Bottom M!reader

cw: fingering, masturbate (receiving), mentions of dicks

I am brain dead literally gotta study for my finalss rn

Footsteps echo through the hallway as he struts, silence fills the room. His arms were a bit sore from the heavy crates of unused firearms, groaning from the mere weight of it before arriving at the door of the storage area. Putting the heavy crate down before using his keycard to gain access to the room and picking the crate back up and walking inside, the door closed shut behind him when he bent over to place the crate down. Groaning after and stretching his back, "God.." Y/N groans before the door opens once more and closses. He looks over his shoulder to find König, his Colonel, entering and walking towards him.

"Sergeant." He greets in a deep and monotoned tone, his austrian accent apparent as he marches over to the smaller male, stopping behind him and Y/N turning to look up at the Colonel. "Can i help you, sir?" Y/N questions, "What were you doing last night." Says König as if it were a command. His body tenses from his words, and a feeling of worry and anxiety washes over him as he bit his lower lip. Realising König may or may not have heard him whimpering his name while getting off.

"I-"

"Don't lie to me, i heard you."

The man says as he takes another step closer, making Y/N take a step back out of hesitation.

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° . *

He whimpers as his hands grip the sides of König's, thighs clenched and his ass hovering above the Colonel's lap. Face buried into his shoulder and soft pants fills the room along with occasional whimpers and soft moans, the way his large and callousness fingers fingers him was too much. Gently fingering his tight and warm hole as Y/N's gummy walls hugging nicely against his length, the tip of his fingers gently brushing against Y/N's prostate made him arch his back along with a soft moan. Blunt nails digging into König's waist and his flushed face now buried into the side of the larger man's neck, upon König realising he rubs his digits against the smaller man's prostate, making him moan and whimper softly.

His mouth agape as soft pants and whimpers leave his quivering lips, his back arches further when König's pace quickens. His fingers hitting Y/N prosate with each trust has the smaller male whimpering and moaning as he tries to muffle them, teeth slightly digging into the side of König's neck. He thrusts his finger deeper as his fingers bullies Y/N prostae, making the male moan from the brutal pace, his large lengths stretching the poor male. Y/N's hand crept down to his crotch as he stroked his dick, his chest heaving up and down while he moans and whimpers. His hand quickened as he was reaching closer to his climaxe, hips bucking into his own hand but quickly stopped when König took his hand away. Making him whimper from the loss.

"I didn't give you permission, did i boy?"

"M' sorry- im sorry, please, let me cum.."

He drags his fingers out, making Y/N whimper from the loss.

"Good boy.."

He murmurs, the way his warm breath brushes against Y/N's ear sends a shiver down his spine. Leaving him hot and aroused due to the current situation. He then eventually strokes the male's length, teasing the tip with his thumb as he jerks him off. Whimpers and moans escapes his lips as he bucks his hips into König's calloused hands, making him chuckle from how needy he was. Strings of whites shot out as he reaches his climax, panting softly as he limps against König. The larger man continued to stroke him, milking him dry as his hand was painted white.

"Im not done with you yet hübscher Junge."

[burstinn]

KÖNIG x FTM! READER

NSFW

Warnings nd Notes:

This was a request by a friend

(FtM reader who its their first time having sex. With König, König being a soft Dom)

Nsfw

Sex (18+) no minors

Gets lazy at the end

Short beginning at the end, rushed it as well

Reader is a bottom

It's König.. Again..

Did not add the size kink I read it to late when I rechecked the request

König never really knew you much, he never really understood you. You're not much of a show off person, you mostly keep your gear on. He's not judging all respects to you, he understands people like that.

That was not until you were sent on a mission together, and it went south.. Well for you anyway, your team got what they want. In expense getting you hurt in the process, and König was the only one who was close to you that can help.

So you radio him your location. Somewhere remote behind some rubble and tree. He saw you.. Your gear is off. And, maybe this was disrespectful but God. You looked so.. He didn't know how to put it, well he couldn't he had to snap out of it just to help you with your injuries.

He quickly rushed over to you, not wanting to comment about how you look. Or your.. Top surgery scars. He knew what those are, so he immediately understood why you usually don't take off your gear around anyone or how you usually don't speak much.

"Can you not tell.. Anyone about this?"

König hears you softly mutter as he finishes up your stitches. Silently eyeing you, then back to your chest.

"I won't.."

He replies back, handing you your bloodied gear which you forced yourself to wear.

That's when he started getting.. Interested in you. His own curiosity slowly flourishing into attraction towards you.

He would always find an excuse to hang out with you and it's not like you didn't notice, you're not dumb. Eventually, you did start to warm up to him. Letting yourself be, and finally confessing yes you are transgender on which he readily accepted you.

°°°

Which brings you to right now.

When you and König were joking around König suddenly brings up some sex or like sex stories or something.

Then you confessed to König, that you.. Are a virgin. Hard truth but yeah.. You felt slightly embarrassed.

"I.. Don't have any stories, König I never had-"

"You never slept with anyone..?"

"Yeah"

°°°

The soft creaking of the bed contrasting, your loud moans it reverberating throughout the walls of the room.

You whine digging your nails deep on the sheets of the bed.

Burying your head on the tear stained pillow, crying and gasping out.

You laying on your stomach, squirming under König. His length slowly inching himself inside of you. Whispering small praises and assurance in German and English that goes unheard by you, feeling yourself getting high off Königs cock already.

It hurt but fuck it felt good

You knew König was trying hard to be gentle with you, even if he did want to chase his own pleasure. But, No he focused on yours.

His thick cocks pushing down inside your soft squelching hole.

You thought you could handle it really, you prepared yourself. All that was thrown out by your incessant loud muffled whines.

His rough heavy arms slowly moving up and down your waist, pulling you slowly deeper into his cock.

"Shh.. It's alright, you're okay. You're doing so well"

"Mein maus, just breath.."

You couldn't even answer if you wanted too, opening your mouth only led to more choked out cries looking out of your mouth.

König bends over trailing his hand along your back his hand slowly reaching your neck.

His hot breath sticking to your neck, making your breath hitch in arousal. The hand on your neck moves to your mouth, shutting out your wails of pleasure.

"Es tut mir leid.. Bitte, keep it down please-"

Königs voice just as shaky as your trembling body everytime he pushes his hips forward, hitting that bundle of nerves that makes you arch your back, letting you see stars.

"Just.. Just a little bit, I'm close"

He whispers, his soft lips suckling on the soft skin of your neck. His pace slightly picks up just so he can finish faster, his actions getting more sloppy by how much close he is. He wants to cum badly..

He doesn't even mind that your getting louder to the point his hand covering your mouth almost has little effect. More tears coming out of you, one of his hand on your hip trying to keep you mouth the other on your mouth.

"That's it good boy, gut, Haah--.. So good for me"

König gasps out

The back of his balls already hitting the rear of your ass, but he doesn't stop, opting to go in and out of you. The grip on your hips and mouth tightening every time his dick pushes back inside of your tight hole.

He whines, resting his head on your shoulder, Struggling to hold himself to start fucking you senseless,stoppinghimself to just lift up your lower half and just use you as a fuck hole.

He's close, so close.

"Liebe, are.. Are you close?"

You weakly nod, clenching your hole around his hard soppy dick only makes him want to fuck you harder like no tomorrow.

"Alright.. Alright.. We'll finish together.."

He breaths, fucking in and out of you fast but gently. Removing his hand out of your mouth to focus on you until youre ready to cum. Well it doesn't take long anyway, virgin.

"König.. König! I'm going to-- I'm gonna"

You didn't need to say anything more. He pumps his dick inside of you one last time lifting your ass before he spurts inside of you. While you cum on the sheets on Königs legs as well. As you both groan in satisfaction and relief.

He stays inside of you for a moment, before pulling out slowly. Drips of his cum seeping out of your hole, he gets off you lying right next to you. Both you and his chest breathing heavily from what just transpired. He tilts his head to you, him staring at your puffy face. His tired face frowns slightly in guilt.

"I'm sorry.. Did it hurt? I should've.."

"Shut up.."

You respond shifting your body weight to just move closer to him.

"You did.. Great"

Mumbling as you kiss König on his lips, laying back down beside him as he just stares dumbfounded for some reason. Quickly recovering he smiles to himself, hugging you.

Now you both fell asleep, nice slumber haha, a good fuck and some fluff hahah I'm going to bed. (I lied I'm not going to bed.. I'm just lazy)

[doggoboigaugau]

Konig x Spot (my OC)

As I said, old man Konig is so hot. And also who is curious about Spot's relationship with old man Konig 🤭🤭🤭 I'll reveal more in the next posts 😈😈😈

Wake up the hot stuff is here @arthurmorgansballsack @justanagenderperson

[denziezwhattfuck]

M!Reader with his shirt off infront of 141 and Los Vaqueros

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You wanted to eat something, your stomache rumbled, It was morning and you felt hungry, you were laying down on your bed with a shirt off thats what you usually do at night sleep with no shirt off you felt It was nice. You got up stretching yourself out watching the floor for like minutes, wore your slippers as you walked out of your quarters. You were scratching your head yawning getting something to eat from the fridge, the team had gone to a morning jog altogether early in the morning you'd join sometimes but sometimes you wont since you dont feel joggingg. They'd usually go hours jogging from outside the base and sometimes they'd come back 10 or 11 AM, you didnt mind though, you were being lazy didnt really bother putting on clothing, then you heard a door open, they finally arrived sweaty wiping the sweat off their face with a towel, you shrugged It off and continued on getting food for you to eat, Ghost was the first to see you as he heard something from the kitchen went to go check and saw you shirtless, "(Y/N)?" You turned to look at Ghost with a towel around his neck, you hummed while grabbing spoon full of cereal then shoving It in your mouth, Ghost was blushing behind his mask seeing your gorgeous body in display, those curves he admired, the rest of the team went Ghost, as they went beside him they saw you peacefully eating cereal with your whole body for them to see, Konig covered his eyes blushing madly behind his mask just by a glace of your body, Price looked from the side blushing, Soap had his eyes on your body the whole time blushing furiously, Graves covered his mouth with his hands blushing, Alejandro was standing still looking around trying hard not to get distracted by your structure, Rudy who covered his whole face covering the biggest blush on his face, Ghost who stood there smirking behind his mask, your eyes looked at as you saw your team stood infront confused on why they had their faces red, "Are you guys okay?" You questioned, "Y-yeah were fine dont worry.." Rudy said as he didnt show his face to you scratching his head whilst looking down on the floor, Konig nodded rapidly, "Did you forget to put a shirt on or.." Soap asked still blushing madly from the site, "Oh, I was just lazy putting a shirt on plus I was really hungry so I immediately went outside to get some food." You smiled continuing on eating, the team felt It was unreal to see your body It was too edible, Price went to go grab one of his tshirt's putting It on the table still looking at the sides, "Put a shirt on soldier.." You noticed that shirt he'd given to you was his and had a clichè line on It, you nodded as you stopped eating cereal a bit putting his shirt on, It felt oversized but you didnt mind as It felt comfortable, "Thanks, Captain." You winked and chuckled.

"You cant see what you're making us feel.."

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Quite enjoyed writing this sorry If I got something wrong in detail on here :))

[latenightdaydreams]

Bück Dich (MLM)

As requested @j0r-d1e , here is the MLM version of Bück Dich 💖💖

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: masc/amab, p in a, oral

1.2k word count

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Today is your free day, so you head to the gym to get some training in. You get dressed in athletic shorts and a muscle t-shirt, and head to the gym. There was a big mission that required most of the team to deploy, leaving you alone in the gym. Instead of using your headphone, you connect your phone to the Bluetooth speaker there. Since you’re alone, you don’t worry about sound. Well, alone except for König.

He's currently in the locker room, having just finished working out. A towel around his waist as his blonde hair drips water down his body. His peace and quiet is interrupted by your blaring music. Ignoring it, he just continues to dry off and get dressed. Then, next song plays, an older German metal band. Instantly, König recognizes the song playing.

König walks up to the locker room door, walking back into the gym. His eyes focus in on you, in the corner doing your warm-ups. Completely oblivious to König, he watches as you bend over to stretch, his eyes lingering on your tight ass. Slowly, he approaches you until he’s right behind you. A small tap on your shoulder pulls your attention back to reality. As you snap around, you're greeted by the icy stare of your 6’10 colonel. Quickly, you dash to grab your phone and pause the music.

“Your music was very loud.” König’s voice sounding cold.

“I’m sorry, Colonel. I’ll use my headphones.”

König takes two steps closer to you. The smell of tobacco and his natural musk hits you. “Do you even know what that song means? You don’t speak German, do you?”

“Um, no. I don’t know.”

A small chuckle leaves König’s lips as you admit you don’t understand the song. His eyes travel up and down your body, noticing how your athletic shorts cling to your package. Your tank top is loose on your body, but he can see the definition in your arms.

“It’s a dirty song, Hübscher. Not exactly one you should blast on base.”

One of his large gloved hands reaches out and caresses the side of your face. You can feel your heart beginning to pound. His touch gently, different from the way he’s looking down at you. What you can’t see is the smirk underneath his sniper hood.

“He’s basically saying to bend over, your face doesn’t matter…” his voice trails off for a second. “Just bend over and get fucked.”

You hold his gaze and swallow hard. There is a clear growing tension in the room. König traces his hand along your jawline, feeling your stubble, noticing your Adam. He is aware he is getting to you and it boosts his ego a bit.

“Would you like for me to demonstrate?”

“I—uh.”

König takes your bashful gaze and stumbling over your words as consent. His hands drop to his belt, undoing it, as he looks down at you. “Turn around.”

You do as he asks, grabbing you by the back of your neck and walking you to a workout bench. König gently bends you over so that your face is pressed into the leather seat, your ass in the air. You can feel your cock twitch with excitement. His big hands slowly grab the waist band of your shorts and slowly pull them down, exposing your bare ass to him. One of his hands caresses your soft flesh.

Since you cannot see him, he lifts his mask. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your cock, pulling it back and sucks the tip. You let out a surprised gasp as you feel his warm mouth gently sucking, his tongue moving in circles. The taste of your precum exciting him even more. He pulls his head back, letting your erection fall from his mouth before licking over your balls and up to your tight asshole.

König steps back, pulling his gloves off to be able to feel your soft skin. His hand grabs your ass, shaking it slightly before spanking you. He pulls down his pants, letting them drop to his ankles. His eyes gloss over your body, grabbing his cock as he walks closer.

Your fingers grip the edges on the bench as you feel König’s massive cock push against your tight entrance. A guttural groan leaves König as he pushes further into you. Your back arches as he buries himself deep, his size causing a bit of pain.

“Nein, you can take it.” König places a hand on your lower back and pushes your back down, sticking your ass in the air.

“Fuck, it’s too big.” You groan as you take deep breaths in attempt to relax your body to accept all of him.

“I know, but you can take it. Let me stretch your tiny fucking asshole.” He groans as he begins to rock back and forth in long steady strokes. His eyes glued to how massive his cock looks inside of you.

He leans forward, putting some weight on you and thrust quicker. Each time his cock goes in, a mindless moan falls from you. How he has you bent over, he’s able to get every single inch of his ten-inch cock into you. Every time he fills you, he can feel your body tense and you whimper in pain.

“Mein Gott, what a perfect fucking ass. You’re taking every single inch.” He uses his hands to spread your ass cheeks wide for him, watching as you swallow him whole.

König continues to mercilessly buck into you. Your eyes flutter back as you feel overwhelmed with his cock hitting completely filling you. With both your hands, you push yourself up in an attempt to run away from his cock. Your cock rock hard and dripping, eager for an orgasm.

“Don’t run for me.” His massive hand comes down and pushes you into the hard leather. Your face pressed into the leather as you try to suppress your moaning. You can feel your balls tighten when König leans over, grabbing your cock. His hand stroking you as he rolls his hips into you.

“Cum on my hand. I was you to make a fucking mess.” König growls into your ear.

“König…” You moan softly, overwhelmed with pleasure as he focuses his hand on the head of your cock. You can feel your muscles tense up as your toes curl in your shoes.

“That’s it, fucking cum.” König doesn’t stop as he feels your cock throbbing in his hand. Thick spurts of your cum cover his fingers, also dripping on to the bench beneath you. The sounds leaving you sound so pathetic. “Look at you. A fucking mess for your Colonel, aren’t you?”

You nod as König forces your head to the side. He sees the hazy look in your eyes from experiencing such pleasure; drool dripping out the corner of your mouth as you breathe heavily. At this moment you look absolutely handsome. The afterglow makes you look like a cum hungry angel.

“You want more, Großer?” König’s Austrian accent comes out thick as he’s consumed with desire.

“Please, please fuck me.” You beg, not even caring about the pain.

“That’s what I want to hear.” König has a cocky grin under his mask, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger. You’re addicted to his cock now and he knows he will be seeing you again.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝Oh, oh-oh❞

Konig x male!reader | nsfw, smut | sub. bttm. reader (AMAB) | wc: 3,747

warnings: public sex, crossdressing, feminization, anal fingering, blowjob, slight sexual humiliation towards reader, light degradation, dacryphilia

in an attempt to win an argument with your boyfriend, you hit a few low blows but he bests you by bringing up how pathetic you were from a few nights ago.

"God, it is freezing out there" A large hand brings you closer to Konig's side. He rubs your arm though the pressure is barely felt through the thick coat you wore but the gesture is sweet. "I thought the Earth was supposed to get warmer, you know I'm starting to believe that that's just a scam" Konig chuckles. "You are just not built for this weather, babe" He teases as he slings a heavy arm around your shoulder to reach towards your covered face. "Well, I'm sorry I'm not built to survive inhuman levels of temperature, I'm sorry only one of us can be an operator for a private military contractor — Mpfh!" The same gloved hand that offered you comfort mere seconds ago was now planted over your face, tugging your knitted cap down and over your eyes in the process. "Schatz", he warns. [Darling.] His tone is still light despite it. The streets were more or less bare due to the weather but the shops were still aglow with lights. Those poor, poor, retail workers. The only thing staving off feeling completely guilty for stepping into one of the shops and making the already miserable worker have to work in horrid weather was the fact that due to Konig's work relocating the both of you here, your wardrobes were in desperate need of attention. "Hey," He greets them with a nod, his eyes squishing in a façade of a grin. His face was hidden with a mask which he finds a lot of comfort in not only for the fact that he worries someone from work finds out about his face and finds him (or worse, you) but it was less straining to mask his expressions in a conversation.

You rip his hand away from your face with a huff, walking ahead of your boyfriend as a way to show your obvious displeasure. Konig just chuckles and follows along, grabbing a basket. The shop wasn't that big but the brand was a household favourite.

It was a little pricy but Konig had more money than he knew what to do with at times, he can indulge. Plus, the quality and longevity of the clothes were worth it — it was all ethically made as well! A win in both of your books. "Schatz, you can't be mad that I remind you not to speak of my work aloud" his accented voice chides as you look for the basics of a wardrobe. T-shirts in neutral colours, jeans, underwear, and a new winter jacket since yours was doing shit at keeping you warm. "Yeah, yeah, because secret service assassins are constantly listening to you" An arched brow is thrown your way as your larger-than-life boyfriend shadows you. A sigh escapes you and with a dramatic wave of your arm, you place the back of your hand on your forehead and bemoan; "You're so important, schnucki". [sweetie-pie] "A real James Bond, I'm so lucky to be with you". Konig bursts into laughter. The pop song playing on the speakers do little to cover how gleeful the sound was. You stubbornly look ahead, finding immense interest in the different shades of green the t-shirt was made in. He all but towers behind you as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pressing his covered nose to the top of your head as his chest rumbled with amusement. "You're extremely silly, hübscher". [handsome] "Compared to you? Everyone is, obviously" his eyes gleam and his arm squeezes you closer. It makes you halt your movement. That familiar pressure against you, the aura of heaviness suddenly draping over you. Konig can't help but think of how truly lucky you are. How many soldiers, mercenaries, and lowly scum had he crushed with his bare hands just like this? Too many to even count. He preferred keeping his thoughts of work and you on very different sides of the fences but whenever you throw a silly fit he can't help but coo inwardly at it. The blood he's knee-deep in, the strength in his sinewy muscles, and the rank he's earned by his sheer brutality and determination all purr in delight at your stubbornness. At your brattiness. You feel something poking at your back. A feat only Konig's cock could manage despite the thick coat you're wearing. Well, this wasn't a complete shock. After his return, the two of you would spend hours annoying your neighbours, however, your upheaval from your last house was made in haste.

Konig managed to squeeze in some frottaging in the shower last night but jetlag won over. Perhaps that's why it took so little to rile Konig up. He sways and you do too. Konig eyes his peripherals, noting the workers were pretending to look busy reorganizing some jewellery on a gondola so he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"Let's look in a different section," he knows you're about to retort so he grabs your chin and tilts your head backwards that way he can leer down at you.

"Command, not suggestion". He enjoys the way your eyes scan his. The flicker of emotions, the way you wet your lips and a hint of your teeth brushing over your lower lips. He knows the blood pooling around your cheeks isn't just from the cold. Your eyes flutter close then open and he grins behind his mask as he releases your chin/neck.

Konig guides you towards the women's section with a steady gait. A worker gives an apprehensive glance but admittingly got far too embarrassed to stare once you stopped in front of the more...sexy bedroom set display.

Silk lingerie didn't last long in your bedroom sessions with Konig. He's gentle when he wants to be — those lazy morning sex with his tongue working you open and his hands stroking your dick to completion until you're limp and boneless was bliss — but his fetish for dressing you up in delicate lingerie sets always ends with your legs and hips needing a few days to recuperate. His size was another reason why sex with Konig was utterly satisfying and sore inducing but it's not like you dislike it (quite the opposite). "Which one, hm?" This time his arms are circling your waist. It was a shame that he was so covered up because the sight of his veins across the back of his scarred, calloused, hands always made you shiver. God, you can practically see the way his biceps are flexing as he continues to sway again. The silk clothes are all much too raunchy. Suddenly, it's too warm under your layers but that's not the exact reason you're squirming.

Most of them are cute. Feminine-cut clothes that would hang too low on your hips with thin straps that would slip down one shoulder. The ones that weren't cute were the classic lingerie dresses. Their length is so short you knew it would tickle the back of your thighs and hide nothing once bent over. The way it was tailored to hug just under the breasts was meant to give it definition but seeing as you were lacking in that department you'd think Konig wouldn't be a big fan? Wrong. He's as horny as an animal in heat when it came to you but he did have a thing for the way your "tits" couldn't fill out the certain clothes he got you. Maybe he just has a "thing" for you in general. He was insatiable. Konig stops swaying. You snap back into the present and furrow your brows. "Schatz", he purrs. "Yeah, yeah, I'm..." The black silk set catches your eye and you reach for it to feel the lace that lines the bottom hem. Pleased by your choice, Konig reaches for the hanger to pluck it from your hands and into the basket it goes. "Changing room...Mein König?" [My King?] His mask hides his sharp grin but his eyes darken from that warm coffee-coloured eyes to pools of sin.

The changing room was foreign. New country, new city, new surroundings. A sense of relief washed over you as you noted the wooden doors, glad they weren't just curtains held together by some loose velcro straps or hooked onto the opposite wall. The changing room hallway was dimmer than usual but once Konig had opened the doors to the room, it was clear why. He let out a low whistle at the sight of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors backlit by LED strips. The dimension of the space was large enough to not feel too claustrophobic — those mirrors seemed to increase the space as well. You shed your jacket, spotting a stool in one corner of the room meant to be a place to put your clothes, bags, or perhaps someone's horny partner to sit on as they look at you expectantly. The sight of Konig sitting on the tiny seat was comical, you pursed your lips to stop laughing but it couldn't be helped. Konig took off his cap and mask, effortlessly reaching towards the hooks on the wall to hang them before he leans back and tilts his head at you. His long, toned, legs stretched out before him. It invades your space. Overwhelming the room with more of him until the giggles fade away. Unwilling to accept his silence, you prod further. "What? You look cute, okay. All awkward in the corner, is this how you were in high school? All limbs like a spider, bet you were an eye-catcher, baby" He doesn't seem phased by your teasing. With his mask off, you can now ogle his face. That scar on the bridge of his aquiline nose, those strong jaws and sunken eye-sockets that give his eyelid a more hooded look. His top lip is thinner than his bottom, with a prominent cupid bow. Feeling emboldened you shed your knitted cap then your jacket and let it drop to the floor. The scarf twirls around your wrist as you walk forward and bend over to level your eye line with Konig. His downward-facing lashes almost always tickle his cheek — well, when they haven't been burnt off from his close proximity to explosives and fire. Thankfully, they're intact this time and you brush your thumb across his cheek, admiring their length. "You're the cutest little boy, you know?" his eye twitches. Still, he does nothing. Konig simply keeps his eyes on your face. You lean in, breath ghosting along his lips while you grin. "Come on, nothing to say, Mein König? Usually, you're the one that's so fucking loud, whimpering, growling, grunting —" Konig jerks forward. You hold your ground. His silence was both nerve-wracking and gratifying. "Ausziehen. Na." [Strip. Now.] He knows you know what he's saying. There's recognition in those perfectly shaped eyes. Leaning back, he adjusts his broad shoulders and eyes those shapely legs impatiently. "Ich werde nicht zweimal fragen." [I will not ask twice.]

He likes this changing room. Not only could he see the expressions on your face as you strip, but he could also see the view from behind thanks to the mirrors. The lights cast you in an almost angelic glow, a rim lighting that makes your skin all but glimmer. You're bent over, pulling your pants down, when the sounds of your moans fill the room. You nearly split your skull open in your haste to grab the phone from Konig's hand. He lifts his leg and his boot pushes onto your stomach, knocking you back and making you stumble onto the floor. You're almost naked, completely defenceless. Konig does not stand. He simply sits and knocks the toe of his boot to your thigh and jerks his chin to the basket close to you. Meanwhile, your moans are still playing. The wet noises of skin slapping against skin, the mattress creaking and the headboard slamming on the wall. "Konig! That's way — That is way too loud!" He splits open your thighs with the same boot and you squeak as he applies pressure to your crotch. The icy coolness from the outside has you shivering as you clamp your thighs around his ankles but he simply presses. Your high-pitched moan elicits a chuckle from Konig. That motherfucker mimics your moan, his stoic face turning annoyingly expressive as he mocked yours. His giddiness is hard to contain. He turns the screen to you and keeps on echoing the noises you're making. "Oh, oh-oh! Oh fuck! Konig! Right there!"

"Point taken!" You plead, blindly reaching behind you to grab the silk dress. You hear the shuffle of feet in the changing room hallway, hushed whispers but Konig does not pause the video. He simply lets it play as you hurriedly slip on the outfit. What a sight you were.

On the floor, pathetically slipping on a raunchy outfit while your crotch was still being stepped on. The straps are falling off your shoulders and your flustered state does little to assist. Your hair is askew and your cheeks are warmer than the fucking sun. The video stops just as you reach your orgasm and Konig removes his boot. "Strip. Fully."

He tosses the phone on the floor and leans forward. His elbows are on his knees and he gazes down upon you like a hungry wolf. After an awkward shimmy, the only thing protecting you from the wooden floors of the changing room was the thin silk. Your cock was tenting the front and no amount of tugging the material down was going to help you. "I think I may have been gone for too long, yes? My slut is much too disobedient as of late and getting more and more perverse. You're so hard after letting everyone in the store hear how pathetic you are when you take my cock, have you no shame?" Konig clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth when you avert your gaze. When you meet eyes, he's unbuckling his belt with one hand. "Do you even deserve to see my cock?"

You shake your head. No, no, of course, you don't! You're just a whore, a perverted boy who belongs to be on the floor. Even the lingerie you wore was too modest for you. Konig could tell you were edging towards that cloudy state. His cheek twitches as he suppresses a knowing grin. "That's right. You don't. But I'm allowing you to" "Th-Thank you, Mein Konig" He spreads his legs and pats his inner thigh after he had unzipped and pulled his heavy cock out. You gulp at the sight of it. It was damn near monstrous — a cock a few people could only ever see in pornography. Crawling on all fours, you nuzzle his thigh as thanks before grabbing it by the base. God, it was so hefty. A delicious pink tip and a few delicate splatters of moles decorated Konig's cock. The mouthwatering veins were given kisses and yet Konig remains silent as he watches with rapt interest in how you worshipped his big dick. "Perk your ass out. More" You're confused as to what he intends to do. Perhaps he wanted to see your asshole winking back at him in the mirror while you suck him off? That seems likely. You spread your knees and arch your back as you suck on his tip, loosening your jaw and covering your teeth as you close your eyes. Konig removes his glove. It doesn't take long for you to start drooling. He swipes two fingers under his dick, around the ring of your mouth, then leans forward to slip them in. Your choked reply is ignored by Konig. It's hard to breathe. You can feel his fingers scissor your muscles open all while he envelops you in his scent, his warmth, his everything. You feel like he's consuming your every being. His cock is halfway in, your jaw is aching and anyone unlucky enough to walk into the changing area would most definitely hear you gagging on it. Your eyes are watering, huffing through your nose as you feel your hips jerk without any conscious thought behind it. He's fucking you open on his fingers and he knows where to aim to make you all but spineless. There's this distinct dick-shaped bump in your throat. Konig is silent. When he pulls out his fingers and cock you cough, cushioning your face on his thigh as you catch your breath. One of the straps is falling off your shoulder and the dress hangs off your chest in a whorish display thanks to your flat chest. Konig's breathing is faster than usual but he is wordless as he grabs your wet chin.

"Kuh...Konig — Ngh!" You're looking at your reflection. Legs as wobbly as a newborn fawn as he holds you up. The dress is bunched over the curve of your ass. You're jerked forward until you slam into the mirror. A pained whimper is replied with a harsh slap to the back of your thighs. He uses his boots again. This time to kick your ankles apart. The fingers on your chin force you to look forward as Konig's heavy cock is placed on your back.

His face places itself on the crook of your shoulder. Those dark eyes swallow the lights from the mirror as he takes pleasure from your melted expression. You still taste his precum on your tongue, jaws still slack and lungs still desperately trying to swallow air. His thumb on your hole can feel the way you clench around nothing and Konig finally breaks his silence. "You are so filthy" You don't deny him of this fact. His cock pushes on the tight ring of muscles and you moan, fogging up the glass as he pushes, pushes, and pushes until he's inside and oh fuck. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He fills you up so well. Every inch violated, comforted, by him. The pressure is so overwhelming but so familiar and you're getting on the tip of your toes to perk your ass out more. He watches the way your ass swallows inch after meaty inch. "Mein Süßer" [My sweet one] Konig groans into your ear. He's gripping onto your waist so tightly you know bruises will bloom and that thought alone makes you press your cheek on the mirror so you can look at him from over your shoulder. "Mein Konig, please...please, please, please" He's been far too mean and you're begging so sweetly. Konig thrusts in and out of you so harshly that your breath is being knocked out of you. He's kissing you, you're barely there to reciprocate. It's messy, it's hot, it's too much. His hand thumps onto the mirror and the lights flicker but neither of you cares. He's fucking into you so good you can't think. Konig is mouthing your neck, one hand on your waist while the other is groping everywhere, anywhere — as long as it was you. That's all that mattered to Konig. You're being far too loud. Both of you. There's no way no one knows what you're getting up to. Your breaths are fogging up the mirror and there's a ripping sound as Konig tugs on the strap too harshly. "Buh-Baby!" he shushes you. "I'll pay, fuck, I'll pay for anything you want, this boypussy is worth it. So fucking good, so tight " he snaps his hips into you and you choke out a cry at his name. "Fühlt sich gut an, nicht wahr?" [Feels good, doesn't it?] Your chest is now in full view and so Konig grabs at it, twisting your nipples harshly. You're sobbing, tossing your head back as plead for him to slow down. Tears are now streaming down your face, lashes clumping together as you groan out, hand prints being left on the smooth surface as you desperately attempt to grasp at anything to ground yourself. "So sehe ich Dich gerne". [I like seeing you this way.]

Konig grins wickedly. He knows you're close, he can feel it in the way you're tightening up around his cock. He's not that far behind and he was determined for the two of you to cum at the same time. Thankfully, Konig knows just what to do to push you over the edge. Not that it would take much. All that foreplay, that humiliation, already made you a stroke away from jizzing on the floor. His sharp canines sink into the juncture of your shoulder and neck and you yelp as you paint the floor and mirror with your cum. "Ah, fuck!" you tightened around him like a vice and Konig stills as he empties his balls into you. His thighs twitch and his hips jerk a few times as he pants to catch his breath. "Woah!" Konig holds you up, laughing breathlessly as he hugs you. Your head is lolling to the side so he gently leans your head back, stroking your neck and chest until you're able to sharpen your eyes back into focus. "Are you alright, Schatz?" he's flattening his palm on your chest to feel the way your heart thuds against your ribcage. You nod, gulping and panting as you try to form sentences. He's patient as he carefully maneuverers you to lean fully against him. "Fuck, why'd you have to cum in my ass" Konig snorts as he lets you peel away to brace yourself on the mirror. He would say sorry but he's not. The sight of his cum dripping out of your hole has his cock twitching all over again. While you're catching your breath he reaches for his phone. The sound of his camera going off makes you roll your eyes. He's always taking pictures or videos. Says it keeps him occupied when he misses you a bit too much while he's deployed. Who are you to deny your boyfriend his needs? Wordlessly, you jut your hips back and spread your ass for him. He thanks you. It was silent as you both clean up (as much as you could) and when everyone was dressed you try not to limp on your way out. The workers all avoid looking in your direction and you groan as you hide your face in Konig's side. He simply tosses an arm around your shoulder, feeling smug despite the bashful blush under his facemask. "We can never shop here again" you mutter "There are more shops" Konig comforts.

[bluegiragi]

konig voice: *chuckles* im in danger

patreon (nsfw)

[burstinn]

OBSESSIVE

Obsessed! König x Male! Reader

Warnings and notes:

You have been kidnapped

No proofreading again lazy writing

Bad German/ some words are translated

Mentioning that you are just an ordinary guy that works in a cafe. Lee mao

You had a breakdown and are now unresponsive to König. Though the breakdown is not mentioned you are unresponsive now.

"Du bist mein Mann"

König would whisper in your ear, slowly caressing your face lovingly. He didn't care if you cried or screamed, he didn't care if you denied your love for him.

You are his Husband.

And you would learn that soon, you better learn it soon.

He would leave you in his basement for God knows how long. He hid you down here ever since.. He took you..

°°°

You are a normal man really. You work at a small Cafe inthe suburbs as an asisstant manager. You go to the grocers every Friday. You would greet the old lady to help her with her chores everytime you could.

You had a routine, you had a normal life.

Until he came, König he called himself.

"Ahh.. E.. Es Tut.. Mer.. I'm sorry are you closed?"

Though he looked and sounded intimidating, His eyes looked very.. Meek and nervous when you first met him.

König was wearing all dark clothes that day, a hoodie and mask covering his face. His towering figure over the counter almost scared you off into saying 'yes we're closed'. Maybe you should've just said you were closed. So you wouldn't be in this situation. Locked up under this house.

"Oh! No no don't worry! You can order don't worry. You can be my last customer"

You could only see a small shine of happiness and relief in his eyes when you said you were still open. You should've just told him to fuck off..

It was already tiring to clean the equipment and floors and after making his order you had to reclean in again. Past work hours. You should've left hours ago. But you decided to be nice that day... Why.

"I'm sorry.. How much should I pay?"

"It's okay, it's on the house.. You can have your order for free"

You smiled at him.

And that's when he would come over to the cafe.. Every time. He almost became a regular.

But König had strange breaks in between.

It would be 2 weeks, 6 months, 3 months, and 1 year.

He would never explain why, but you shouldn't really ask.. It's none of your business anyway.

You would simply put on a smile at him everytime, cheerily greeting him and already asking him if he was gonna have his same order.

Hell, you even just saved a room for him. A corner in the store, it's obvious by his first meeting he was an anxious man. And you felt for him so everytime maybe to ease him a bit.

You would always strike up a conversation. Even if he doesn't answer, you would talk.

And he eventually did start engaging in conversations. Slowly but surely he would become more lively around you.

He would ask you would answer, you would ask he would answer as well. It was good.

You even had a reason why he had strange long breaks in between visits to the cafe. Apparently, he is a Colonel of a military. What an interesting man, knows how to shout orders but can't speak properly when ordering something?

It was good. Life was good.

You had known König for long enough that you have his number, know his address and know everything about his simple interest.

So does he, even something simple you mentioned he would know. Even if you didn't remember you said that. It impressed you.

He would send you gifts even when he was still in his job in the military. One time he walked in wearing his uniform. Imagine your surprise when it was König, all wide eyed and mouth agape.

"Oh.. Hi! Uhm.. What's your order?"

"Hallo! I'll have my usual, bitte"

"... ", " König..?"

"Ja? Ich bin König!"

"OH MY GOD"

It was funny, he would even do it at times.. But it was obvious he would only do it just to tease you or make fun of you or something.

You would visit his house at times, funnily he would still cover his face around you.. Even though you were friends for like 7 or 8 years?

He even taught you some German.

You'd hang out with each other out of work if König or you had matching schedules to even hang out.

So you guys both plan ahead, never missing any hang outs. Lest one of you got an emergency call.

°°°

It was nice.. Simple.

You got a new friend, and you had a routine life.

All of that stopped when you got a text from König that he would be gone to the military for a few months. Of course you were saddened by that of course you sent your sad faces and good lucks.

Making your way to work, getting bombarded with customers. And annoyingly, having to fix a machine by yourself while you tell the rest of the employees to go home for the night. Really it just decided to break when it was way past the time to get home? Having to stay over work time once again really ticks people off. Especially when you don't get paid for your overtime.

Atleast the whole place was clean. You just needed to fix the machine, and it took about... You stayed there for 1.5 hours trying to fix it. Fucking dammit, An angry smashing of the plates and tables was an order but you were to tired to do any of that. Instead you make sure everything is in check before closing the lights, getting your stuff and locking the place up.

Fucking finally. You can go home and rest..

Walking your way back should've been simple, you should've been safe this was a tight knit community. Everyone knew everyone, even new comers. No one would try anything but you had to be the one.

All was well til you felt gloved hands grab you from behind. Shoving you hard against the ground, covering your mouth as they blindfolded you and gagged your mouth

Someone should've heard you, especially when you managed to slip away and ran for a few miles before getting caught again. Being dragged back to the dark..

"Bitte, es tut mer leid.. It's okay"

Imagine the betrayal, you stop struggling looking behind you to see your friend. Dragging you to his car and shoving you inside.. Not before tying you up. All the while apologizing and trying to explain something.

Not like you were listening, all that mattered was the fact you were being kidnapped by your best friend.

°°°

"Leibing, I'm back"

2 clicks then loud thuds coming from the stairs as he makes his way down to the makeshift room König prepared for you. A bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen with all the supplies you needed. No knives, König was smart enough to think you would try to kill him.. But worse yourself. He can defend himself easily from you.

Especially that one time you managed to break off a piece from the cabinet and trying to stab him.

He made sure to lock you down here longer.

He's not a monster though. He knows you have a system to do things so every twice a week he would bring you outside. Monitored.

If he was out on his job, he would just open a makeshift window for you to bask in the sun while he was away.

He would always stock your food, even giving you snacks.

He gave you a T. V, books, magazines, small toys and games to keep yourself entertained.

He bought you new clothes, he brought you gifts from his travels.

"Liebe? Are you hiding?"

Peek around the corner. There you are. You're curled up in a ball. Tired and emotionless as usual.

"You haven't been sleeping again, have you?"

He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms

" Ich liebe dich so sehr.. You know that right?"

"It's why I did this.. es ist für dich"

You don't answer

You stopped answering just a few weeks ago

König missed your old personality, where was the cheerful you? The one who would strike up the conversation first.

But König knew why, He knew the consequences way back when he planned on doing this.

He planned this for so long to have you.

He could live with the changes, He could live with the fact that you probably hate him now.

Stockholm Syndrome was his hope of you loving him back, but he knew it would take a while. He can be patient, he waited long enough.

He cupped your face, lifting up his hood slightly to give you a loving kiss.

You stopped fighting back as well.

"Ich kann auf dich warten"

[denziezwhattfuck]

Just 141 and Los Vaqueros fighting over you again

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Gaz: Who do you think you are to hug (Y/N) Soap?

Soap: Cause I'm his future husband? Ya mad or?

Ghost: Johnny when tf will he be your husband?

Soap: He's considering It "simon"

Ghost: Like hell we'll believe that

Gaz: Yeah? Like who would even date your ass? I'm more worth It for him

Ghost and Soap: Who's lying to you?

Gaz: Dont believe me then but I know that I myself am a better lover than you two

Soap: Keep dreaming Gaz I'm the one for him

Price: Not even close Soap I'm the one for him

Ghost: Shut up old man you dont even seem close with him

Price: You dont know that Ghost we spend time privately through nights watching.the sky together

Gaz: You lying?

Price: I never lie Gaz

Soap: THATS JUST PURE BULLSHIT

Ghost and Gaz: Definitely agree on that

Price: He enjoys spending time with me than you all so sit down

The 3 of em' : Fuck you

Price chuckled

Alejandro: Who's talking about my boyfriend?

Soap: Your boyfriend? Look who's the one lying.

Alejandro: Oh pendejo trust me I've spent much more time with (Y/N) than you all

Ghost: Got no proof on that Alejandro

Alejandro: I dont need proof Ghost

Ghost: Then we arent believing you through anything you say

Price: Mhm

Alejandro: Dont believe me just know that (Y/N) loves me more than you all in this room we're in right now

4 of em' : Bullshit

Rudy: Dont believe Alejandro I haven't seen him with (Y/N) in days and he's quite a liar himself

Alejandro: Shut up Rudy you dont know shit

Rudy: I know everything Alejandro, besides I spent way more time with him than you

Price: You aren't even that interactive Rudy so we dont believe anything ya say

Rudy: Oh but I only interact with him cause I love him? You all dont know SHIT

Soap: Damn, never knew Rudy would act like this

Gaz: Lies come out of everyone's mouth in this room

5 of em' : Shut It Gaz

Gaz: Just sayin' (I know (Y/N) loves me more)

Konig: You all are quite nosy you know?

Ghost: Fuck you mean Konig

He laughs

Konig: Guess what? (Y/N) is much more interactive with me than you all

Ghost: Never knew some big guy could lie that much

Konig: Fucking shut up Ghost and I'm saying the truth asshole

Ghost: Like we'll believe ya ass

Konig: Then dont? I dont need someone to believe me, but trust me when I say this he likes to talk to me more or spend time with rather than you all nosy bitches

6 of em' : Shut your mouth

He scoffs and rolled his eyes

Graves: Fuck you all talking bout'? He's the one for me

Price: Look at yourself first before saying that Graves

Graves: I'm confident with myself thank you very much also (Y/N) loves to hear me operate

Ghost: He cant even stand your noisy ass

Graves: Atleast he's observant unlike you all

Soap: Keep lying to yer self mate

Graves: Fucking believe me Ill claim him first

Alejandro: You have no chances

Graves: You dont know that Alejandro

Alejandro: I know everything

Rudy: Stop acting like you know "everything"

Alejandro: Shut up will ya Rudy

Rudy: No.

Ghost: Fucking hell..

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TO BE CONTINUED!

(So sorry If I havent been posting Ideas aren't flowing through my kind it sucks honestly)

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Merged Teams

Tf 141+Los Vaqueros+König x Male reader

Side note-Some oc’s that I’ve made are being included and they are known as Oi Sotíres(The Saviors). I will be giving further info on them in the future and I'll aldo be using them often throughout some other posts. Anyways hope you enjoy!

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

"How 'ya feeling right now L.T?" Archontas asked the h/c haired male, seeing how his feet thumped the ground. The male mentioned side eyed him and grunted. Ah yes, the typical behavior of a rabbit...or the behavior of a human that was given the DnA of a rabbit. For context the government ran a underground experiment which involved the use of a cute white bunny and 6 test subjects. The plan was simple, they would take the DnA of a rabbit and merge it in with the subjects. As expected, everyone had a different reaction to the sudden change in their bodies. Two of them died, another two experienced contractions from the transformation which later led to their demise. The two that remained took in the pain like champs but sadly one couldn't prevail, which leads us to where M/n is currently.

Falken, one of the sergeant's inside the vehicle was seated in the seat behind him. His large hands had been gently tucking the males ears under his beanie. It was a bit chilly inside the vehicle and knowing the sensitivity of M/n's ears he decided to be a good friend.

“How far are we from this place I gotta shit!” Rage complained as they tapped their foot impatiently. The others in the vehicle looked at the second lieutenant in disgust.

“You could’ve kept that to yourself you know?” Opal questioned as the person with the pixie responded with.

“Yeah I know, but I prefer to see your reactions.” The ravenette responded with a smirk on their face.

“Haha...funny..” Opal said as she glanced at the h/c haired males facial expression.

“How are you not nervous right now?” Opal asked the males ears twitched under the beanie.

“I don’t have a reason to be, it gonna be like any other mission. All we have to do is get the job done then we’ll go our separate ways.” M/n replied as Opal sighed at his answer. No wonder he was Oi Sotíres' Lieutenant. Hopps was a serious man when his code name was in use, but the other 4 members in the vehicle knew who he truly was under that facade.

Timeskip

The truck was being drove into the fences of a base. The sergeants within the vehicle were excited but also nervous. What would this team think of them, how would they treat M/n. Considering M/n’s....situation, they were unsure of how they’d treat their lieutenant. Falken was doing a little dance as he walked beside Rage who had been glaring at him. The blue eyed man stopped in response to his second lieutenants gaze. Opal giggled slightly at her teams antics as she sped up to catch up with Hopps and Archontas.

They were led inside the base by a random soldier, who led them to the room that the Task Force and Las Vaqueros were waiting in. The soldier bid their goodbye and left the premises as the group entered the room. Their arrival caught the attention of the men inside the room, to which they all stood up. The group of 6 walked through the door and stood in different places of the room. M/n was next to Opal, who was rocking back and forth on the heel of her foot and Pain stood next to her, playing with their gloves.

"Khalil, nice to finally meet you all." Price said as he and the dark skinned male shook hands.

"Just call me Archontas sir." The man responded as he turned to M/n who was now standing next him, his gaze being towards one of the walls of the room they were in.

"I'm guessing your the Lieutenant, M/n L/-"

"Hopps would be just fine." M/n cut the Captain off causing everyone to look at him strangely. How could you just cut off your superior like that?

"Aye mate, show some respect." Soap scolded the other male only to receive a heavy glare and a low growl. Archontas chuckled nervously before giving M/n, 'The Look'. The h/c haired male mumbled something as he shifted his gaze to the ground which showed signs of M/n being ashamed.

A few moments went by as everyone introduced themselves. M/n stood near a corner next to one of the taller guys in the room. He introduced himself as König. The man was suprised that M/n hadn't been startled at his presence, considering that he had the tendency to scare others because of his height. Although, his thoughts about that passed once he recalled how tall Falken, Archontas, and Rage were. Opal was talking to Alejandro, who was impressed at how well she spoke Spanish, as well as Rudy whose gaze kept shifting to the male whose gaze was on the wall.

"Whats up with him, he's acting strange." Rudy pointed out as Alejandro turned to him.

"I don't know amigo, el es bastante extraño." Alejandro replied as Opal looked at them in question.

"Didn't Laswell tell you all." Opal asked as the two men looked down at her.

"Tell us what hermana?" Alejandro questioned as Opal looked over to Archontas.

"Hey Capt! I thought you said that Laswell told them?" Opal asked as Gaz furrowed his brows. He had already been skeptical during and before the teams arrival, so that sudden outburst unnerved him.

"Tell us what?" Gaz asks in suspicion, what could they have possibly not known?

"I thought she had...-you know what its fine." Archontas murmered the last thing to himself. The group began to become more cautious than they already were, considering what they've been through with the betrayal of General Shepherd and Commander Graves.

"I can assure you that it's nothing bad, but it should be something that you should be aware of." Archontas started off as the other men in the room stared at him warily.

"M/n is a government experiment." The dark skinned male didn't sugar coat the words that had left his mouth, which caused the others to have looks of confusion and question.

"He's a-huh? A what?" Soap sputters in confusion as Rage rolled their eyes. Of course.....the typical reaction for the words that occasionally had to be said first hand. M/n looked over to the others, having heard what they had spoke about. He made his way towards the others and stood next to his Captain. He pulled the beanie he had been wearing off his head, allowing his ears to stretch from the pressure that had been put on his ears. The others stared at the h/c haired males fluffy hair and tall ears. All the attention that had been bestowed on him caused his ears to lower.

"Can ya'll quit the staring it's weird." M/n spoke while gluing his gaze to the floor. They all took one last moment to admire the mans full beauty before being serious again.

"I'm glad that you informed us...this is just, wow." Price spoke, having to eye the h/c haired male one last time as the others agreed. Rage and Opal both stood next to M/n as the same question ran through their heads.

"How are these next few days gonna go?"

It had been 2 days since Oi Sotíres arrived to the base, and things were going better than expected. Due to M/n's situation, he had a room to himself so that he could do whatever he needed to do. Someone who was constantly checking on him besides Archontas was Rudy. Believe it or not, but Rudy had taken quite a liking to the h/c haired male. The Lieutenant was quiet to say the least, he never made an effort to talk to anyone else besides his group. Every time someone tried to greet him he wouldn't acknowledge them at all, so how did Rudy manage to win the male over. Two words- Fruit Bowl.

After gaining some information from Archontas he learned about M/n's sweet tooth. He didn't eat candy often so as substitution to that he ate a lot of sweet fruits. A personal favorite of Rudy is the cantaloupe, its not to sweet, as well as bitter which automatically made it his favorite treat. Him and M/n would be in the kitchen together, a large bowl of fresh fruits that had been chopped up and placed inside there for them to share. The h/c haired male would constantly walk in and out the room, occasionally being still and standing next to Rudy who had been watching him closely. His expession would soften every time the males ears twitched when the sound of a door being shut was heard. It was something so simple, but also something that he began to love about him.

"M/n, quieres un poco de sandía?" Rudy asked as M/n turned to him with a puzzled expression. His head was tilted and his eyebrows were furrowed which caused the other mans heart to beat faster.

"Ah...sorry, I asked if you wanted some watermelon." Rudy said again in English to which he was able to understand. M/n nodded his head and smiled slightly at the offer. Rudy took one of the freshly chopped fruits and put his hand out for M/n to take it. So, imagine the look on his face when the male ate it out his hand. The e/c eyed male didn't think much about what he did, that's usually how he'd eat stuff that was offered to him. Rudy was flustered. Why exactly? Well the feeling of M/n's lips against his bare hand made him feel some things he hasn't felt in a while. It was almost time for them to head off to the training area, where they would be testing out the Oi Sotires' strength.

"I'm gonna go change, thanks for the fruits Rudy." M/n said with a smirk on his face as he hopped out of the room. Rudy only stood there with a stunned expression, being left with his own thoughts and feelings.

Part 2- in progress....

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"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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