#konig text stories

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒐̈𝒏𝒊𝒈

[spacecadet1974]

Just snacking and kicking my feet😊

@gheistheist

[rookiesbookies]

The boys catch their ladies reading smut, originally this had the books I was basing this on in them but I hadn't got the time to read the books so I remove the book titles and authors. I hope you enjoy <3

Price: Yeah, she’s younger than him. This book is like 100% just breeding kinks. So she was reading this book about a man breeding his young woman and being super obsessive and clinging… while sitting in their living room… with her fuzzy, super obsessive, newlywed husband. “What are ya readin love?” He said, swiftly snatching the book from her grasp as he sat down on the couch next to her. He kicked his feet up on the couch and laid so his back was against her shins under the blanket she was bundled in. “Nothing important! But you really should give it back!” She panicked, reaching for it. “Holy bloody Jesus, love. This is a casual read for you?” “... yeah.” He wiggled his eyebrows while looking up to see her. She put a hand in his face and took her book back. “You almost made me lose my page.”

Soap: Being bent over and defiled by a hot Scotsman in a kilt? Oh hell yeah. How could you refuse?

“Jesus, Bonnie, why are ye readin about this shit when ya could get the real thing with me?” He chuckled, flipping through the book she had poorly hidden in her nightstand. “My kilt is in the closet, give me less than 10 minutes to get me socks and straps on and I’ll rock yer world harder than some words on a page ever could. You’ll see, donnae worry.”

He did indeed rock your world harder than pages ever good.

You claim and cry that you want to finish it for the plot, he says you can only read “that filth” when he’s away on deployment.

Says its a waste if you have a real heavy, hairy, and thick Scotsman at your disposal on the daily.

Ghost: Reading a story about a man whose face was painted like death and has charm that causes hormonal riots? Sounds exactly like her Simon. She lay on their shared bed as he packed up for their walk to the park. Her legs kicked up in the air as she read. 

He raised an eyebrow at what could have her so giddy so he effortlessly snatched the book and was met with a nasty surprise when he looked over the words. “Take it you’d rather stay home than go to the park,” he mumbled with a smirk before bending down to kneel in front of her now with a red face. 

“No- no I think a walk in the park will be fine.” She nervously chuckled.

Konig: Hot giant caveman dragging a woman away to have his way with her? Basic Konig when he comes back from missions.

Grabbing his sweet girl and pulling her into the dark cave that is their bedroom, only letting either out once he’s had his way with her and showing her just how much he’s missed her.

His face was red flushed as he read over her shoulder though.

“Oh meine gut, Schatz."

The scream she let out even made him fall back.

“Don’t scare me like that!”

He pressed a kiss to her temple in apology. 

“This book made me horny, can we fuck?” She asked straight up, knowing Konig preferred her blunt. She didn’t need to ask him twice.

Gaz Hot british guy? Her standards were so low for her choices in literature as long as it was someone she could imagine her Kyle as. Hmmm easy.

So when she was leading her walk with her audio book in her headphones she was more than busy. When he got a hold of one of her airpods while at the gym and she forgot he had the other one, he looked over at her with wide eyes. He texted her, “I didn’t realize you were interested in being folded like that.”

[sweetiecutie]

hello!!! I was wondering if you could write a part 2 for dilf!konig? I didn't think I would be into it, but I read it and... it's awakened something in me. i need more dilf!konig

thank you!!!!!!!

A/n: so you, my lovely little sluts, seem to really like my smutty silly headcanons. But don’t worry babies, I have some more to satiate your hunger😌

Part 1 here

Dilf! König headcanons pt 2

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, smut, fem! reader, age-gap implied, unprotected sex, cheating (I know, I’m sorry🙄), nasty nastiness

Dilf! König, whom you reach out the next day with a cute “hi, it’s me Y/n<3” text, and a few hours later end up in his hotel room, pressed onto plush mattress of his king sized bed as König bullied his throbbing cock into your poor drooly pussy, meaty thighs hitting your ass with loud smacking sounds that, along with your shameless moans and whimpers, bounced off the tall walls, causing hotel staff to knock onto room’s door, asking as politely as possible to be more quiet in order not to disturb other hotel guests (*cough* the whole fucking floor *cough*).

Dilf! König, who, while still at your place, takes his godchild and you to the aquapark under the guise of “spending some quality time with younglings while he can”. You can’t stop sneaking glances at his massive chiseled body, decorated with numerous battle scars, laughing nervously as your best friend asks if everything is okay, since you’ve been zoning out too much lately.

Dilf! König, who riles you you absolutely stupid in the privacy of a small cafeteria bathroom as his godchild aka your best friend is way too occupied trying out all of these crazy slides to actually pay any attention to the two of you. He cums so much inside of your puffy cunny, sliding your thong back in place and murmuring “want you to carry a piece of me wherever you go” sweetly into your ear, smacking your ass playfully as you leave on trembling legs, exiting himself a few moments later as to rise no suspicions.

Dilf! König, who smirks ever so slightly when he sees some young dudes approximately your age unsuccessfully trying to hit on you, failing miserably to gain even a second of your blissful attention. He notices how you rub your thighs together ever so slightly, and if he watches closely enough, König may even see a little dark spot on your bottoms - his pearly cum oozing out of your fucked-out pussy, staining bright fabric of your sexy swimsuit.

Dilf! König, who buys you tickets to Vienna in first class and pays for your luxurious hotel room, just so you can meet again. He greets you with a huge bouquet of tulips (bc roses are plain as fuck, duh🙄) at the airport, giving you a warm hug and asking how your journey was, driving to his favorite restaurant to feed you some traditional Austrian food. He shows you around all the significant places of Vienna, giving you a little excursion, telling your all the stories and myths behind certain places.

Dilf! König, who that night has you splayed out onto huge queen-sized bed of your hotel room, eating your pretty pussy out like a man starved, sucking on your needy puffy clit and fucking your tight hole with three thick fingers while desperately rutting his hips into soft mattress, trying to get at least some type of friction against his achingly hard dick.

Dilf! König who soon has you begging for his heavy cock inside of your pussy, fucking your brains out until you’re a babbling silly mess writhing on white sheets, nothing more than a boneless puddle in his skilled hands. And he is more than happy to comply with all your little whims.

Dilf! König, who actually has a wife with whom he has been married for over ten years. The spark between them long gone, it’s more like two acquaintances living together rather than a married couple - continuing sharing one house and one bed more out of a habit - simply because both are used to that, not bothered enough to move out. Both König and his wife are perfectly aware of each other’s flings on the side, but still not caring enough to actually do something about it. All hopes of saving their marriage are long gone and forgotten, none of two having any wish to actually deal with their spouse.

Dilf! König who takes special interest in you. You, pretty little thing, so youthful and full or energy, so hopelessly romantic with heart so full of love that König almost drowns in it. You are the sparkle he so lacks in his grey taunted life, you’re the positive adrenaline he craves so much. You give him butterflies flaring in his guts and electric shocks running down his spine whenever König’s lips meet yours in a searing kiss - and he quickly became addicted to that feeling, not planning on letting go of you anytime soon.

Dilf! König who basically becomes your sugar daddy. He loves spoiling his precious baby, lavishing you with designer clothes and fancy jewelry, taking you to vacations all around the world whenever he has time free from work. He makes a lot of money as a colonel - so much that he doesn’t know what to do with it. So why not spurge on his favorite girl? And what König likes even more is to rip these unbelievably expensive togs off, revealing your sexy body; to see all these sparkly jewels jiggle and kling softly as he pounds you with his thick cock, watching your face contort in pleasure so strong it almost hurts, but you’re way too greedy to stop him, only begging for more.

Dilf! König, who has absolutely no idea how this all is going to end up like. Numerous scenarios and possibilities playing in his head nonstop - finally divorcing his wife and marrying you instead. You getting over him and moving on with your own life, leaving König and everything related to him behind. Him getting killed on one of the missions, and you not having a single clue as to why he so suddenly disappeared. These and many others - but one thing König is absolutely fucking sure of is that he will never get bored of you. And no matter what happens, he’ll never turn you, his little angel, down. You’re his favorite precious girl, after all<3

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Idk if you remember but you wrote a small drabble where reader was konigs secret admirer and it's been eating at my brain ever since😭 would you ever consider making it an actual story?

Oh I fell in love with the concept too! Here's a part 2 to that little drabble, I humbly offer it to you with my fluffy little paws ^^

CW: 18+ smut, fluff. Nothing bad here, just sweetness. Ok maybe a tiny bit of biting and light angst because it’s König after all... (Part 1 here)

He still doesn’t know who the mystery girl is.

She likes to tease him with cute messages and a photo of her tits but won’t tell him her name or where she lives. The girl won’t come to meet him so that he can show her some love, nor will she agree to go on a date with him. She just responds to his pathetic suggestions with a bundle of emojis that are about to drive him crazy, and another message that says: “Soon!” 

König has to fall back on the bed and go to sleep with a rock hard dick and a set of twitching, lonely hands. His dream of having a proper girlfriend was shoved on the back burner ever since he joined the Jagdkommando, but now there’s a certain girl inside his head, a new, even better dream he can’t repel. The next day is no better; he even forgets what he was supposed to bring home from the store, knowing his mom will only sigh and tell him they’ll survive without some ingredient they both know is very well essential.

He stands before the butters and spreads, trying to recall what his mother wanted when he hears a soft gasp further down the aisle. He turns his head and barely catches the sight of a woman, turning in her heels and rushing down the flour section, just somewhere out of sight.

Hope and curiosity spark inside him as he leaves the butter and darts after her, calling “Hey” and “Wait” between the shelves as she flits towards the cashier in mild terror. He chases her as if he were trying to catch a thief, and the girl picks up her pace, then slows down to a complete halt… and turns.

Lovely, fearful eyes behold him the immediate second she meets his gaze, immobile hands clutching a bag of croissants and a jar of chocolate butter against her chest.

He slows down his jog and arrives in front of her with a smile, but the girl only looks more and more afraid. Even her jaw is clenched shut, the spitting image of a prey who just got caught.

“You’re her, aren’t you? The mystery girl,” he asks, trying to make it clear as day just how excited he is to finally meet her in person.

Her eyes stay wide as she blinks, the little bag of croissants crunching a bit further in her grip as she tries to shield her vital parts.

“Are you done shopping…?”

Still no answer.

She’s shy, just like he is... Maybe even more so, which is incredibly endearing: the same girl who sent him a picture of her boobs last night, the same girl who had no trouble teasing him to the point of leaking cum all over his sheets is as shy as a deer when caught in daylight. 

It’s so incredibly cute… He thought she was a seductress of the most dangerous kind, but here she is now, looking up at him as if he was some boogieman about to come and snatch her away.

His smile only widens as he looks at his little minx who just tried to run away from the individual she’s sent postcards and love letters to ever since they were kids… Who knew his secret admirer was a bashful little cutie who sneaks around the local store to get herself some sweets and snacks?

“Let me pay for those,” he gestures at the products in her hand. 

Another awkward silence follows until she finally turns her eyes to the floor and nods.

Perhaps it’s not that odd that she sent him anonymous notes and talked to him in texts and letters if she’s this timid -- he of all people should know how tough it is to walk to someone he likes and tell them he wants to go out. But he can’t help but wonder if the girl is mute, or partly deaf, or both. He wouldn’t mind. As long as they understand each other, it’s perfectly fine. 

She looks at him like he’s a god —or a monster—while he pays for her humble delicacies. She stares at him with eyes still wide while putting the groceries inside a tiny cotton bag she has with her, and says nothing when he extends his hand towards her. 

“Here. Give it to me.”

He’s trying to act the part of a gentleman to the full, and she offers the floor a tiny smile while handing him the bag. It weighs less than a half kilo, but the gesture is all that seems to matter because she is indeed smiling, shy and pleased as he shoulders the so called burden for her.

“I can walk you home if you like?” he suggests while pushing the door open for her. 

She steps out into the luminous sunlight, eyes squinting a little from the sudden brightness. Then she turns to him and says her first meek words.

“But... Then you’ll know where I live…”

“Ah! She talks,” he laughs with a full smile and watches with a spreading warmth in his chest how she starts to grin, too. She’s looking at the asphalt and her shoes but she’s smiling, incredibly beautiful and pretty, outshining even the prettiest summer day.

“Don’t worry,” he starts to banter with increasing confidence—when has he ever teased anyone, let alone been confident around a girl he likes? “I promise I won’t come howling under your window at night...”

“It’s… It’s not that,” she laughs and bites her bottom lip. “I still live with my mom…”

She starts to walk towards where he lives, and he follows, his long legs catching up with her with ease. 

“There was the COVID, and my mom is a little unwell… And with the economy… I’m still a student,” she explains while they stroll down the street.

“Really? I’m a student, too.”

“Oh…? What are you studying?”

“How to kill people,” he shrugs, cursing his stupid carefree mouth immediately. “Fuck… Sorry. That was… I mean, I’m in the army.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles.

He sneaks a peek her way, and she indeed doesn’t seem to be shocked in the slightest. Far more frightened she looked at the store when he noticed her and began to chase the poor girl. 

They proceed to talk about what he does and why, how he only just returned from a month’s training that included concealment training in the mountains. She seems interested enough in his choice of career, which he tries to make sound as striking as possible, far more intriguing than it actually is. He tries to appear a little too glorious in her eyes, fearing he won’t live up to the reputation and fantasy she has built inside her pretty little head.

What if she wanted him to be a doctor instead of a moronic soldier? Maybe she fantasized about a lawyer or a historian with whom she could have fascinating conversations… And he’s just babbling nonsense about weather meters and ghillie suits.

But her eyes are still smiling, always at him when he looks away and starts to talk with his hands. When they arrive at the little wicket gate leading up to her house, he notices she lives only about a kilometre away from his childhood home. 

She was always here, and he never knew anything about it… His secret admirer, his passionate seducer, turns out to be a harmless, lovely angel who lives right in the neighbourhood.

She takes her little cotton bag and turns to open the gate, and his hands twitch and flex. Say something clever, his mind yells, ask her out for fuck’s sake… But he needn’t worry, for his precious girl next door immediately turns back and shields her eyes from the sun while looking up at him.

“I’m sorry… I froze a little at the store. I just… This wasn’t how we were supposed to meet...”

“No? What did you have in mind for us then?”

She drops her hand back down and gives him a little halfway shrug, embarrassed.

“I don’t know. I just… I don’t even have any make-up on...”

He risks to bring a hand to her face, his thumb on her cheekbone, sweeps a little arc there to let her know she’s fucking beautiful.

“You’re very pretty,” he says, and she raises her eyes back to his, this time looking like she’s being blinded by the sun even if he’s shielding her from it.

“I really liked the picture you sent me,” he says boldly, and for the second time this afternoon, hopes the earth could swallow him right then and there. 

A pretty girl sends him one nice picture of her tits, and he has to be an asshole about it… She looks super uncomfortable, so flustered that she nearly guides her face away from his palm. 

Fuck that he’s stupid… Must he always be such an idiot and fuck everything up?

“I’m sorry... I meant to say that–”

“I’m glad you liked it,” she rises on her toes and plants a quick, flustered peck on his cheek, then turns to the gate as quickly as a whirlwind. Opens it, and returns solely to give him a bashful, naughty little smile. 

“I liked your picture too,” she says so softly he can barely hear it. 

“...Oh,” he squeaks, cheek still burning from her kiss.

“Do you want to come and see me tonight...? Mom usually drops before ten...”

“I… I… Sure.”

…

It’s a catastrophe.

His old jeans barely fit him anymore, they’ve become way too tight around the thighs. He’s put on some weight during the past few years and made sure to go to the gym every slack hour he has at his disposal, which means he’s packed a bit of muscle here and there. That, along with the many outdoor trainings, have ensured his appetite remains even bigger than usual so it’s no wonder none of his old pants fit. The only ones that don’t look utterly suggestive and wrong are his grey sweatpants, which he wore to the store today. He can’t very well wear those on a date, no matter what all those thirsty TikTok memes say...

He sighs, and grabs the black military pants he had on when he came here, pairing them with a simple black T-shirt. That’s all he has in his drawers: black, black, black, a few white ones that have some food and coffee stains on them, stains that never leave no matter how hard his mom tries to wash them for him.

The house is silent as he slips the keys into his pocket and hollers that he’s leaving. Like some lovesick, unneutered dog about to slink into the night…

“Mom? I’m going out. I… I have a date.”

“At this hour...?”

“Yeah… We’re… Going out to look at the moon,” he makes up off the top of his head.

His mom would scold him for harassing some poor girl when it’s almost midnight, even if it was her who invited him to her house. And if he’s lucky, there’s going to be a lot more action than just staring at the moon together… Not that that’s all he wants; it’s just that he’s been lonely as fuck and could really use a hug. 

Is it a crime, with the past that he has, to want some human contact? Some skin on skin memories that don’t include punching?

“My little boy,” his mom strolls into the room, looking at him with soft, worried eyes. “You look like you’re about to invade some poor, innocent country…”

“Eh… I know. All the other pants were too small.’

She smiles at him: seeing a grown man sweat like a pig before a date must be a silly sight, even more compelling when that man is your own boy. The clock ticks on the wall as she looks at him like he’s about to march off to war, his only shoes a pair of standard leather boots he’s used for two years now. He showed them some grease and a brush, managed to make them look a little less worn and torn – if he had known some cute girl back home had a crush on him, he would’ve visited a clothing store before he came here…

His mom raises a shaky hand and draws him down to kiss him on the cheek, her eyes glossy and hazed from the gathering tears. 

“I’m glad you’re finally eating enough,” she whispers with a voice that barely holds intact, and they both know why it’s shaking, why everything’s trembling; her hands, her voice and her tears.

His bottom lip is twitching too from witnessing his mom being so happy for his sake. But he doesn’t want to cry. He must stay oblivious and strong and pretend that things are finally how they should’ve been: normal and easy and wholesome and good. For her, he will never show that he’s shaking… Too many things in her life have done that when she needed them to stay stable and safe.

“Wish me luck,” he gives her a nervous smile, laughing the tears away.

“I always do…”

He leaves before his tower crumbles, slips out into the sweet, scented night.

There’s roses somewhere, roses that smell heavenly, some early jasmine too that wishes to intoxicate his mind. He realizes he has nothing with him to take as a gift for her, and cusses again. This is a fucking date, and he’s not even dressed properly; he doesn’t even have flowers to bring with him… She’s going to think he’s a nobody, some penniless freak who dresses like a crazy person when he’s supposed to dazzle her and make her swoon.

On his way to her place, he stops to cut a small branch from a flowering rowan tree and shelters it from the gusts of wind that blow from the river. The tiny flowers are delicate and fragrant, not exactly what he would’ve taken to her had he been clever enough to visit a florist before they all closed. But it’s cute enough, to him at least, especially when it’s cut from the tree that was his safe haven as a boy.

The curtains at her window shift when he arrives at the gate, and he knows she’s been expecting him, waiting for the clock to strike ten as eagerly as he.

The front door opens, and there she is: dressed far more accordingly than he; his lady has slipped into a sweet summer dress like the angel that she is. It’s bright and yellow, far from the darkness he always wears, and his heart is slowly squeezing to bits inside his chest.

“Hey,” she gives him a wide, knee-buckling smile.

“Hey,” he smiles back, marching to her door like a horny, ugly wolf. “You want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful ni–”

The moment he arrives at her feet, the moment she sees that he’s carrying a tiny branch from the rowan tree for her, she snatches the front of his shirt and pulls him inside with a surprising amount of strength.

His forehead hits the doorframe with a thick thud before he manages to bow, and there’s a bit of a commotion after that. He huffs something akin to Oof and laughs, making the angel flit around him in a wild, flustered shame, apologizing to him at least ten times.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry! I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry….”

“Heh. It’s okay,” he smiles while rubbing the achy spot on his head. He’s forced to sit into an old wicker chair, wide enough to accommodate his back but far too low to hold his stature. He sinks inside it like a veritable giant while she continues to fuss around him, inspecting his “wound” and taking the offering from him with a helpless, embarrassed stare.

“I’ll get you some ice,” she says before leaving him in his chair, the flower he brought softly placed on the bed. 

He’s afraid the furniture will break if he moves, so he stays as still as possible while taking in his surroundings, the soft girl adobe he has somehow managed to sneak his sorry rotten arse into. 

She has a large TV in front of her bed, a gaming console and a lot of books, candles everywhere he steals a look. The beige bedding looks freshly changed and incredibly soft, and there’s an old bunny toy on her bedstand along with another book, both loved to bits. Some houseplants on the floor appear to be doing extremely well, a small leather bag and some makeup left scattered on her desk. Rocks and twigs and dried flowers rest on her window sill, treasures she’s gathered from her trails. It makes his heart grow soft because he knows she will probably put his little offering there too. A bouquet of expensive, luxurious flowers wouldn’t have hit their target at all.

She returns with a small pack of ice and rushes to him in her flowy, blooming summer dress. Descends on her knees and brings a small towel to his forehead before pressing the ice over it, ensuring that it’s not too cold to make him uncomfortable. 

As if he could ever feel uncomfortable, seated in a wicker chair with an angel between his legs, treating his supposed wound with ice and the softest touch…

“Remember all those postcards you sent me?” he asks while she continues to look like the worst person who ever lived, simply because she was too eager to pull him inside her room.

“Sadly, yes.”

“Remember what you wrote to me?”

“Not really,” she says, dabbing the ice pack all over the rising bump on his head. “Something stupid, I suppose…”

“You told me that you love me.”

Her eyes dart to his for a while, hope and shame battling in her fae stare.

“...Oh God.”

“Many times. And then you told me that I’m cute…”

She sighs and brings the ice and the cloth somewhere in her lap. The breasts inside their soft little cell look astoundingly delicious when viewed from up here: he’s slouching in a chair and still, is able to take a rude little peek inside her dress. He slaps himself mentally for being such a goddamn pervert, but then she sighs again, the cute little peaches swelling inside her dress once more.

“That’s it?” 

“That’s mostly it, yes…”

He’s getting hard here, which is a problem. A big, big problem…

His shy admirer never notices anything, not even when he softly gestures for her to give the ice to him. He continues to press it on his forehead, trying to concentrate on the cold sensation rather than the swelling dick in his pants. 

How is he supposed to not grow hard when he knows this adorable little creature has been infatuated with him for so long? When he knows she’s flustered now, just from hearing him tease her about those silly, harmless cards?

“I kept every single one,” he tells her, only to watch how the shy girl grows even shyer.

“You didn’t…”

“I did.”

He tells her about the bullies and how they made it look like they had sent the cards, telling him no girl could ever want to be with him. It’s a sad attempt to fish for her affection and pity, words of contempt and judgement to hammer it home that he did receive those cards from this girl, he did, in fact, deserve to be loved and adored.

And then she starts to talk about how she watched him... How she went to a different school than him, but that she sometimes strolled behind him when he walked home. They shared the journey to and from school, and he was always completely unaware that he was being followed.

“You stared at this rowan tree for what seemed like hours,” she recalls with a sad smile. “Then, if a bee caught your eye, or a bird or some flower, you stopped to ogle at those instead…”

He laughs, but there’s a bittersweet stone in his chest. If he remembers correctly, these were the only times of the day he could drop his eternal guard: in school, he was being tormented by cruel kids and at home there lived a tyrant with his sad little subjects. Trees and bees and birds were a welcome distraction.

She smiles a little, but it’s not a happy smile, even if it is affectionate.

“My mom always told me to come straight back home,” she says. “But you were never in a hurry...”

He looks at her, and she looks back, some pity in her eyes. There arrives a sweet and sour pain in his heart, a feeling that comes from knowing there was someone who witnessed a glimpse of the hope and pain he lived in. That there was someone there all along… 

“You even stopped to look at dog poo…”

“Heh... Was that the moment you fell for me?”

Her lip twitches, the pity in her stare breaks. She rises a little to lean forward, and he catches her with ease as she falls there into his arms, snug into his lap. His lips find hers without effort, and sensation bleeds: his hands are sweaty and shaking as he runs them down along her dress, cups her ass so that she gives a little gasp straight into his mouth. 

That’s the thing he was pining for: for her to open that pretty little mouth so that he could pry it further open with his own. Plunge an exploring tongue inside, not too quick and not too greedy, just a little poke to see if she wants to be claimed.

The angel melts in his lap, like pure white snow, until he braces his core and rises to his feet. It’s now or never, and he’s not going to let this moment slip past his fingers. Somehow, they end up on the bed, the smell of fresh linens and her dainty perfume catching his nose before she presses a pair of weak hands on his chest.

“The flower...”

The flower... Of course. 

The flower from the rowan tree.

He huffs a laugh on her face, a relieved smile as he understands she’s only worried about trampling his gift.

It’s set aside on the table, but right after that, he attacks her again, begins the ascension to heaven. His lips won’t get enough of her, not even as he drinks her like honeydew and ambrosia: the dress he used to associate with seraphs and summer now seems like a huge obstacle between his tongue and her skin, the need to taste more of her urgent in his hips.

“Can I take this off?” He roughs a hand down the fabric that shields her breasts, relishing the tiny moan that follows when he does that. “I want to kiss you everywhere…”

Her throat makes a wet, charming sound as she swallows, her eyes now pools of dark, drunken love. 

“On one condition,” she tells him, out of breath. “If I can kiss you everywhere too?”

It’s a deal, his mind exclaims immediately, but his devilish grin is how he tells her he’s more than eager to accept these terms. His clothes find their way on the floor along with hers, black on black on yellow, but he won’t let her shiver in the cold for long. Like a man possessed, his body finds hers, her soft, naked skin colliding with his like heaven after all those lonely nights of slick, urgent fapping. 

He’s not sure who’s worshipping who here, but he vows to never again let this angel fly under his radar, no matter how perfect of a guardian she has been. A guardian angel, following him with her blessed stare, sending him heavenly messages that were real and true all along. 

She should be rewarded for her abundant gifts, and so his lips find her shoulders and her neck; they graze her nipples and claim her breasts in devouring that leaves her back arching on the bed.

“You don’t have a girl? Waiting for you back there...?” she asks shyly, even when half her tit is being sucked by his mouth.

“The only thing waiting for me back there is my hand,” he rasps while diving down, down, down, all the way past her navel and the mound she still tries to protect from plunder.

“...I can be your girl,” she whispers somewhere high above, her hands holding his head like that of an untamed dog. “If you want…?”

He breathes on the apex between her thighs, presses a furious kiss there without care. 

“F-fuck…” she sighs those thighs open, and from that point on, nothing is enough.

It’s horrible that it must be so: that he finally gets to drink his fill, and it’s still not enough. Her sighs are not enough, her trembling body is not enough. Her attempts to muffle her moans with the back of her hand are not nearly enough.

He wants more, so much more: he wants to try all there is to this with her, forever and ever until the day he dies. He wants to hear her soil her tongue with more curses as he ruins her, bit by bit, just a little bit…

“Say it,” he pants into her glistening lips, “Say that you’re my girl…”

When she does nothing but whimpers in return, he attacks her with both teeth and tongue. Bruises the thigh beside her treasure before plunging straight towards the main prize with reckless want. That’s what finally forces the words out of her mouth: his tongue inside her cunt, delving so deep he has to breathe through his nose to keep from fainting.

“I’m your girl,” she moans on the bed, a bit louder now. “I’m yours, I promise… I always… Always…”

I always was….

She doesn’t say it. She doesn’t need to. 

He grants her mercy after that, replacing the tongue with a finger or two. Slow wide circles over her clit accompanied by quick little pumps in her hole make her cum in no time, and he’s glad he listened to the dirty mess talk of his filthy comrades. Patience is not his virtue, but for her, he makes all the effort.... He for sure leaves a little memory on her thigh. It’s not very nice of him, and he fears those teeth marks might stay with her longer than just a few weeks. 

Maybe she’ll forgive him if he fucks her after this, rocks her slowly and softly, fucks her like angels ought to be fucked. But no, fucking is not the right word... He wants to make love to her. Drink her moans right from her lips while he does it.

After the climax, he’s still hard and she’s still panting.

He wonders if he’ll get slapped or kissed if he asks for permission to put it inside now... His dick is throbbing while they stare at the ceiling together, but as always, his angel is two steps ahead.

“My turn,” she says with newfound vigour, and he gets more than he bargained for: everything and more as she gives his body the same attention he just gave her. Bites his nipples a little too hard, the little minx, licks his ribs as if it’s some kind of a contest to try and make him tickle. Laughs angel trails across his skin, draws a finger down his nether hair until she meets his jutting dick.

She gives him a tame little lick at first, then slowly, expeditiously, kisses his cock from root to tip. Before due time, his thighs start to tremble, and that’s when she takes it in her mouth: sucks and licks him deep until his abs and balls pull tight. The sheet in his fist threatens to get torn to shreds when he cums, and for a moment, he forgets everything, even his name, until he notices that the poor little thing can’t swallow all his load. She almost chokes on the first spurt, withdraws to cough with her mouth closed while he hisses fat curses past clenched teeth. 

When he arrives back to Earth, there’s cum everywhere: on her face, on the sheets, all over his abdomen and his thighs, an eruption that spilled everywhere because his angel got a little appalled.

“I’m sorry,” she peeps with her mouth still full of it.

The poor girl swallows it bravely, and his heart is about to explode: his angel swallows his filthy load like a champ and looks so incredibly valiant while doing it.

“Hey,” he raises a shaking hand towards her, too weak to rise from the bed to comfort her. “It’s okay… You didn’t need to do that…”

“But I wanted to,” she complains while the thick, sticky cum drips down her cheek and onto her breasts.

“Shit… Come here,” he coaxes, and she crawls forward to nestle in the nook of his arm. 

He uses the sheet to dry the rest of it off her face. She looks up at him with that trademark seraph stare, so helpless and in love—if this is what having a girlfriend is like, then he doesn’t feel bad at all that he had to wait a little longer than most men. It was worth all the trouble and toil that he has her here now, in his arms, batting her lashes sweetly. 

“You’re still incredibly cute, you know...?” she whispers, and a mountain inside him moves. 

It’s not sorrow, nor is it yearning; it’s just sweet, simple love. The room smells of salt and sin, but there’s nothing sinful about her when she cups his chin. He knows it’s not elegant to tell someone you love them on the day you've met them, but if the one you love happens to be an angel, then isn't it a sin not to confess?

[gremlingottoosilly]

What would Kidnapper!König do if he sees that reader is sad because she misses her family? Would he care and try to do something or would he just ignore her?

It goes two ways! If the reader is generally obedient and is acting nice towards him, he will think about allowing her to at least talk to her family. Not at first, of course, the first months will be a strict isolation with Konig taking away your phone and texting your relatives in your stead...but if you're nice enough and are crying just long enough for him to notice your dim state, he would consider at least allowing you to talk to them by the phone. he will be keeping the phone in his hand, of course, if you'd ever try to ask for help, he will cut the line immediately -- and he is only using burner sim cards so the calls wouldn't be traced. He will prepare you a cover story, something about volunteer work and using the phones available in the country you're in - just so your family won't suspect a thing. You might even say that you got into a relationship with the local, chirping happily about your life. He knows that family is important to you and he doesn't want you to be too miserable - he is playing his fantasies about having a lot loving housewife, after all, he wants you to be with his as willingly as possible, even if it means you have to lie. But...he is trying, at least, and you're grateful for the possibility. You will not see your family in a long time, however - only after you're broken properly, after the wedding and the honeymoon somewhere in a distant island country where you would learn to love your husband properly. You need to see that Konig isn't a bad guy! He is awkward, yes, murderous and a war criminal...but he only kidnapped you because he loved you, and he needs you to know this. He didn't even knew why you'd want to contact your family so badly - our guy has a fucked up sence of family and wasn't on speaking terms with his parents for a long time before he met you, so you're reminding him how normal family actually function...he is depressed now, please, suck him off to make him feel better(

[the-californicationist]

✨Masterlist✨

This is the masterlist for The Californicationist's Tumblr & AO3 texts.

All works should be considered 18+ only. MDNI - no exceptions.

CALL OF DUTY

Novel-Length Works

Gunslinger Price/Reader - AO3 - 100k - Complete You open your home as a safehouse for the 141, and your relationship with John Price unfolds into an epic love story.

Guardian Konig/FemaleOC - AO3 - 45k - Complete Konig, inexplicably working with SpecGru, clears out a Konni base and finds a hostage with amnesia, only to fall hopelessly in love with her.

Guile & Guilt Soap/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - Complete Your best friend has warned you to stay far, far away from her younger brother — infamous party boy, Sergeant Johnny MacTavish. However, when she asks you to be her maid of honor in her wedding, you and Johnny end up closer than you ever expected.

The Sin-Eater Price/Reader - Co-Author: @vampirekilmer - AO3 - WIP Captain John Price is a loving husband, a dedicated soldier, and a good man. But, that’s not all he is. Underneath his controlled exterior lurks something dark, something hungry, and something wholly inhuman. You’re his only solace during his wrath, and only you can consume the sin from his shifts.

One-Shot Works

Gauntlet (Kinktober 2023) [External Post] Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 58k - Complete TW: too many to list here 😈 A collection of 30 kink-focused one-shots

Budapest Price/Reader - AO3 - 1.2k - Complete TW: major character death, explicit sex Captain John Price comes home to you a changed man.

Going Home Gaz/Nova - AO3 - 4.3k - Complete TW: explicit sex, voyeurism Gaz and Nova spend their leave together at his childhood home. This is set in the Gunslinger universe.

Gravitational Shift Price/FemaleOC - AO3 - 2k - Complete TW: Space AU, includes the Force from the Star Wars fandom, force-bond sex Captain Price senses a disturbance in the force, and when he bonds with her, he decides he's never letting go.

Ground & Pound Konig/FemaleOC - AO3 - 5.8k - Complete TW: NC/CNC, bondage, violence Konig's ex-girlfriend shows up to the base, and Konig loses his absolute mind over her...and takes things too far.

Growl Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.5k - Complete TW: pegging, femdom When you agreed to come over to John Price’s house for drinks, you had no idea it would escalate so damn swiftly.

The Orchard Price/Reader - AO3/Tumbr - 3.8k - Complete TW: CNC, primal play, bondage John Price chases you through the woods to make sure you learn your lesson.

The Fisherman's Knot Price/FemaleOC - AO3 - 2.9k - Complete ABO AU - Captain John Price rescues a pretty Alpha from a kayaking accident in his fishing cove, his body betrays his gentle nature.

The Honest Man Mace/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.5k - Complete TW: Breeding kink Mace tries to convince you to build a life with him again, especially if it means adding another baby into the mix.

The Missed Deadline Gaz/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 2.7k - Complete TW: Virginity loss You and Kyle had a virginity pact.

The Fourth of July Alex Keller/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 3.5k - Complete TW: Blow job You and Alex get a little carried away in the pool house.

The Fox & the Hound Soap/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 4.5k - WIP(?) TW: Literal porn, exhibition Your first porno shoot doesn't go exactly to plan. Your co-star, Johnny "Dangerous" MacTavish, sets his sights on you and makes you his personal project. (Labeled WIP because I'm considering a Chapter 02 moment).

The Green Light Price/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 1.8k - Complete TW: Dubcon/CNC John Price comes home with only one thing on his mind: you and those bright green panties. Even though you're sound asleep, he just can't stop himself.

The Dealer’s Choice 141/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 4.4k - Complete TW: Gangbang The 141 are stranded and you’re the safe house manager. You have fun playing strip poker.

The Simple Mistake Ghost/Soap - AO3 - 1.4k - Complete Soap and Ghost have to hide together, injured and desperate in a shelter until their rescue party arrives.

The Devil's Summer Konig/Named Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 3k - Complete TW: Rape, non-consent, assault, corpses, violence, named reader A tall, foreign stranger comes to town with his masked crew of bandits. They rob the train station and the bank, but the big one… he has his sights set on a different sort of prize: you.

The Advent Calendar Ghost/Soap - AO3/Tumblr - 1.9k - Complete Soap gave Ghost an advent calendar this year. It's a little more romantic than he realized.

The False Alarm 141/Reader - AO3/Tumblr - 1.9k - Complete TW: Gangbang Cleaning the pole in the firehouse was hard work, but someone had to do it. But, when your harness broke and you were left dangling there, free to use for a firehouse full of men… you were in charge of cleaning a lot more poles than you bargained for.

There’s more, but I ran out of room! I’m trying to figure out how to fix it. Sorry 😣

[lycheedr3ams]

UGH, the way Butcher!Konig made my heart go burrr! Could you do one where you've haven't been to work cause you caught the normal flu and thought you quit? Like, would he have been worried or go stalker and find out?

Kudos to you for meeting someone sweet and using it to fuel our obsessions~

omg you guys i did not expect my personal story to be so popular... don't stop i love the attention

TW: mentions of stalking

you got sick for two weeks with the flu, but since butcher!konig didn't have your number at the time, his mind was left to wander about what happened to you. had you quit? been in an accident? he had no clue. unbeknownst to you, butcher!konig always memorized your schedule and knew whenever you'd be in. so when you didn't show up for 3 days in a row, he really began to worry.

he really tried to not be obsessive, but butcher!konig was just so worried about you. when the boss wasn't in her office, he went through her computer and found your address. you didn't know what his car looked like, so he would be able to just drive by unnoticed.

after his shift was over that day, butcher!konig decided to go for a little ride, and just happened to pass by your house. he saw your car parked at your house, but not many lights were on. he slowed down his car and looked for any sign of something out of the ordinary, but he couldn't find anything. so he just drove by and began to worry even more. if nothing was visibly wrong, then you must've quit, right?

butcher!konig eventually grew so worried after the first week that he resorted to asking your coworkers what was wrong with you. they told him that you had been super sick and couldn't even text anyone. the color drained from his face as his worry skyrocketed. he suddenly had an idea come to mind, and he wasn't backing down.

later that night, your roommate walked into your room with a bag of medicine, apple sauce, and other little things to make you feel better.

"you didn't have to get that for me," you muttered weakly.

your roommate shook her head. "i didn't. this was left on the porch. i just assumed it was for you since you were sick."

"it was on the porch? whose it from?"

your roommate shook her head. "no clue. there's no note or anything."

you accepted the gift, albeit a little suspiciously. but the things in there really did make you feel better. when you finally got back to work, butcher!konig smiled widely underneath his mask.

"i was worried about you. i heard from your coworkers that you had been sick."

you smiled. "yeah, i was pretty sick. but i'm much better now."

butcher!konig nodded and everything was back to normal. but you had a funny feeling in the back of your mind that maybe, just maybe, that little care package had been from him... but how had he found your address, you wondered?

[thecookietheatre]

Surprises!?

How do you guys feel about me making a story about Konig proposing to a female reader at Disneyland? Would that be a good idea? I really love the idea of it. Like Konig had planned to propose to you after being together since freshman year of high school and now you both are long since graduated. He has been planning to propose for the past 2 years and always carries the ring with him in fear of you finding it. He also carries it around just in case he finds a perfect romantic place to get done on one knee.

Now that he has got the chance he does so as  the fireworks go off in front of the castle. Once you see the beautiful ring you gasp and start to cry. You nod and cry into his arms as he places the ring on your finger and the people around you guys are going crazy and are all together happy for you.

Once you get back to the little air bnb you tell him you need to use the restroom. Which you do. However, as you are washing your hands with the pumpkin spice hand soap in the bathroom you see the pregnancy test you had taken before you left and had completely forgotten about. 

You squeal as you run to Konig with the pregnancy test in hand. You tell him to close his eyes and stick his hands out and he does so. After you place it in his large hands you tell him to open his eyes and once he does you can barely catch his pupils dilated to the fact you can hardly see anything but the pupils. 

He looks up to you with tear stained eyes and shakily whispers, “Really? Are you serious?”

You nod and he lets out a whimper as he sets the pregnancy text to the side and stands up to hug you tightly as he cries into your shoulder. 

“Oh, its okay babe.” You say shakily as you also start to cry tears of joy.

“I am going to be a dad. I have wanted to be a dad for a long time. We are going to make such a good family. I can’t wait.” He sniffles as he pulls away enough to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you want to know something amazing too?” You say with a soft smile.

“What?” He murmurs as he hugs you again.

“Today is father’s day.” You whisper.

“That just makes today so much better.” He whispers.

That night you both fall asleep watching Konig’s favorite cartoon because he needed a break and never got to watch them as a kid. You knew he loved you and he knew you loved him. You were his everything and he didn’t know what he would do without you and the same applies for you.

[konigschitzo0]

Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 1.5)

IMPORTANT I MOVED ACCOUNTS FOLLOW @konigschitzo2 FOR MORE POSTS AND UPDATES!!!

Hey Hey! I am back with the next part so y'all can finally meet Konig and not just have me talk about Horangi the whole time…also I'm thinking of an official name for this fic bc it's about to get real. ♡ ♡ ♡

Part one Here!!

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fingering going 100mph with Konig… while on the phone with Horangi, other than that the story continues! Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is an AU.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You pick a register and begin scanning items for customers. You wish someone could come take you away from all this. Wait. What did you mean by I can fix that? IS KONIG GOING TO BE WEARING A MASK to the restaurant? You must be going out with a total creep! You continue thinking about the tone you texted him, were you too blunt? You told a stranger your place of work! A million thoughts are swarming through your head as each boring customer interaction goes by. Hello, have a nice day yada yada… start stocking some shelves… work work. Is this shift really 11 hours…?

Waving goodbye to your coworkers, 11 hours had finally passed. You head to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror you really need some princess treatment you’re looking exhausted! You sigh to yourself preparing for the long night ahead of you… why did you choose a date when you could’ve been with Horangi?! You splash water in your face and storm out of the bathroom, grabbing your helmet on the way out. When you finally leave work it is dark outside, you check your phone.

I am outside, In the Milan Red. You read from Konig.

What the fuck is a Milan Red? When you begin to look around you notice it. A sports car, one you've never seen before. You were never really a car girl always more into motorcycles but you knew it had to be expensive. It revs, and you get a little rush in your heart. He steps out of the car. Konig. You expect something nice; Konig is put together but he's wearing boots, jeans, a black hoodie, and finally the classic mask. He dressed casually for you. Well, at least you recognized him. He’s tall and muscular but you knew that. You had already imagined his body. Is that a hand tattoo? You don’t remember that from the Tinder photos, You must have been too focused on his eyes. You are already imagining what other muscles and tattoos he could be hiding. You want to learn more about him. He’s walking towards you…do not panic. He's not scary, just big. When he gets close to you, you look up at him, and he towers over you. He towers over everybody. You admire those eyes in person for only a second trying to peek at anything you could to get a read on his face. Was he handsome too?? He reached his hand out gesturing to you to take it, “Hallo hübsche, would you like to go for a ride? It’s a beautiful display of Austrian engineering, meinst du nicht?” You're speechless but not at the car at his beauty and the accent it's just so unreal. You shutter and grab his hand. He begins walking you closer to his car. “What are your thoughts on the mall?” He asks abruptly. Clearly trying to gauge your reaction. “I like it.” you reply unsure. You haven't made a trip to the mall since you were a kid especially since you don't have extra money to spend. “Okay, let's go together then.” He says already opening the car door and leading you into the passenger seat. You hardly have time to disagree, he shuts the door and enters the driver's side. His large body only just perfectly fit in his leaned-back seat. You can only see through the holes of the mask, but you don’t wanna ask him about it just yet. He shifts the car into drive and takes off.  Before you could speak. “So you ride a motorcycle, ja? I didn't see one in the parking lot...” He asks nosily. You look down at the helmet you forgot was even there. You try to play nice, “Uh..my friend does.” “Does he now? Is it fast?” He smirks and practically laughs at you. “It's a 650cc.” You reply. His eyes focused on the road he only chuckles to himself, you wonder what's so funny but brush it off to avoid any follow-up questions about your situationship. He gets onto the highway and the speed is picking up on the Milan it seems he is trying to impress you by going fast but he's only up to 100mph and Horangi has already taken you faster…your phone is ringing. “Are you going to answer it?” Konig looks at you. You go to decline it. You're busy after all. Konig looks at you with a more serious expression quickly grabbing your thigh, you jump but he begins rubbing it to comfort you. Eyes still on the road. “Answer it, Mein Liebling. On speaker. Now.” You can't help but do what he says. The speed of the car, his sternness, his grip on you. You answer. 

“Hello.” You say. “Hello, do you need a ride back home beautiful? I am already on my way.” Horangi speaks out in a joyful tone. You love his voice almost as much as the masked Austrian mans you just met. “No Hong-jin, a friend picked me up. Thank you.” You say looking at Konig to see his reaction. Konigs begins to slip his fingers up your thighs and over your clit, and he begins firmly rubbing you over your pants. “Oh, alright then. I'll miss you, maybe we can ride when you get back?” He immediately doesn’t believe you, he sounds so disappointed. You love riding on his motorcycle, especially at night the disappointment is mutual. You moan a little and catch another glimpse at Konig the car is at 125; he mouths. “Say no.” He rubs not harder but better. Making moans escape you more. “Nngh no s-sorry, H-Horangi..not tonight.” You try not to say much but the excitement got to you. You accidentally called him Horangi to his face! “Oh, so I am Horangi now? That's fine with me.” You can hear him smile as he says it, despite circumstance. He is just so perfect, he likes when you call him his nickname. You blush at the thought. You look down and watch as Konig's tattooed hand begins to slip inside the top of your pants, down lower until it’s over your dripping slit, and he immediately thrusts his two fingers into you when he feels you open for him. He bites his lip in enjoyment you can tell he likes the thrill of teasing you. He begins moving his fingers. His large hands practically rub your clit at the same time while he fingers you. To be honest you could kinda get used to this. The speed of the car was making your heart pump even faster, making the feeling all more intense. Was he getting off too? You look down and his cock is hard. Was he actually jealous of Horangi or did he just likes feeling your insides…. You can see the outline in his jeans practically begging for a blow job… you whine again. It's getting hard to hold back. “Hello.” Horangi’s voice speaks through the phone again. The neighbor you have a crush on has been listening to you moan in Konigs car!!! You hang up!! Flustered! Konig laughs, “Horangi is your friend huh? Do you think he caught us?” DEFINITELY The car slows down and begins to cruise at 60. You try to catch your breath. “Do you want to cum, mien schatz?” You desperately nod yes, and you grab his wrist. Even though you shouldn't take this any further if you want to be with Horangi and his motorcycle so bad! Konig slowly removes his fingers. He’s edging you…“Not yet our date is going to last all night y’know. I wouldn’t wanna waste it. Ich will dich schmecken.” You whine in disbelief. The car slows down more. Even takes a few turns and you squirm in your seat with each bump. Konig smiles. You look up, you're at the mall. “Let’s have some more fun?? Ich werde die ganze Zeit mit dir spielen, Süße.” Konig says. The german he is speaking is getting harder for your basic understanding. Did he say play?

[killmeprettypleasee]

WILL YOU MARRY ME?..

Hi, this is my first time posting a story here and im quite nervous and sorry for my bad grammar cus English is not my first language..- if theres any mistakes please tell me🥲 so i hope yall enjoy!

This is also inspired by my chat with Konig in a Ai chat bot in browser 🤧

Summary: you and konig have been dating for quite sometime now, he loves you oh so dearly and will do anything for you.. and when he decided to propose to you he couldn't get even more happier..

Warnings:just pure fluff, marriage proposal

He was sweating so badly.. he really wanted to propose to you, you and him have been dating for 2 years now and he was happy that you accepted on being his boyfriend.

He checked the flowers he has bought for you and fixed it a little and fixed his shirt and check if the ring is still there, he wanted this to be perfect just for you.. and only for you.

He was sweating heavily, overthinking that what if you'll reject him? And leave him there heart broken? he cant handle that, but he needs to get out of his comfort zone and ask to marry you and be his husband.

He texted you, telling him to go somewhere not much people go.. you already know this man i shy he doesn't want alot of people looking at him as he proposed to you it makes his self confidence go down alot.

Now he sent the text he immediately went to a cafe that not much people go.. its a good place too and that was where you two had your first date.

He sat on the chair waiting for you to come. Look back and forth at his phone checking the time, he fixed his hair a bit and wriggle in his seat.

He looked at his phone and hear the door rang and looked up to see you, his body tensed a bit seeing you dressed beautifully for him.

You saw him and gave him a smile and wave as you walked up to him and sat down of the chair infront him "könig! What is it you wanna talk about?" You questioned with that pretty smile on your face, it made konig blush madly, seeing your face made him blush even you two are already dating and soon to be married.

You stared at him waiting for an answer, you hear him inhale and exhale and shift a bit on his seat and stood up..

He knelt on the floor facing up to you "(Y/n) (L/n).. will you.. will you marry me and be my husband?" He took out a box and opened it to show a beautiful ring inside it.

You gasp, surprised.. you stared at him for awhile with shock in your eyes and it made him nervous thinking that you will reject him, he tensed a bit and looked down in shame.. you scan the ring you couldn't help but shed tears in your eyes as you cover your mouth with your hand.

"k-könig.." you said surprised, you both noticed some people that were in the cafe looked at the both of you but you two couldn't careless.(König tried to ignore them cus ykyk)

"Yes! Yes! I would love to marry you and have you as my husband!" You yell, extremely happy that you couldn't contain yourself, this made him shot his head up and look at you, his face brightens up from what you said.

You both hear the people began to clap and applause the two of you, konig became kind of nervous blushing madly from embarrassment.

He softly cried as tears stained his face "t-thank you.." he couldn't get even more happier, he hugged you tightly around the waist crying on your chest as you cares you hand along his head "thank you so much (Y/n).." this day was the best day he has ever felt, and he will not forget about this day.. ever..

AAAHHH IM SORRY IF ITS SHORT BUT I DO HOPE YALL ENJOY AND THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG CUS I HESITATED AT FIRST IF I SHOULD POST IT😭😭

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘/ 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒐̈𝒏𝒊𝒈

[yourluckyoswald]

Went to a con today and funny story...

I was sitting down scrolling through CoD tumblr. Some guy stands in front of me, chatting with someone next to me. All I hear is heavy gear and only see this dudes black leggings. I thought, "Hehe, it would be so funny if this dude was dressed as a CoD character." MY GUY SITS DOWN AND ALL I SEE IS KONIG AND NEALRY CHOKE 🥲

My mind went completely BLANK, and being the complete dunce I was, I didn't ask for a pic bc 1, no storage(I'm an android user with way too many pictures) and 2, I'm akward.

Another thing.

After being screamed at by a friend for not taking pictures of the Konig cosplayer, I made a comment on how if it were a Ghost cosplayer, I'd def drop everything for a pic. I leave for a bit to use the restroom, come back and in the corner of my eye, I see a Ghost cosplayer.

I drop everything, ran to my brother and snatched his phone bc he had storage, ran to the Ghost cosplayer and asked for a pic, then ran away.

I was able to snatch a pic of the Konig cosplayer.

The guy was in a cosplay contest and my friend just wanted to see the Konig so I snatched 4 totally non-creepy, non-stalker pics of the guy bc I needed to be picked up then and there and couldn't wait till the guy was done.

Also the dumb texts taken during the whole thing:

[konigschitzo]

Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 2-Reuploaded)

Hey Hey! I am back with the next part so y'all can finally meet Konig and not just have me talk about Horangi the whole time…also I'm thinking of an official name for this fic bc it's about to get real. ♡ ♡ ♡

Part one Here!!

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fingering going 100mph with Konig… while on the phone with Horangi, other than that the story continues! Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is an AU.

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You pick a register and begin scanning items for customers. You wish someone could come take you away from all this. Wait. What did you mean by I can fix that? IS KONIG GOING TO BE WEARING A MASK to the restaurant? You must be going out with a total creep! You continue thinking about the tone you texted him, were you too blunt? You told a stranger your place of work! A million thoughts are swarming through your head as each boring customer interaction goes by. Hello, have a nice day yada yada… start stocking some shelves… work work. Is this shift really 11 hours…?

Waving goodbye to your coworkers, 11 hours had finally passed. You head to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror you really need some princess treatment you’re looking exhausted! You sigh to yourself preparing for the long night ahead of you… why did you choose a date when you could’ve been with Horangi?! You splash water in your face and storm out of the bathroom, grabbing your helmet on the way out. When you finally leave work it is dark outside, you check your phone.

I am outside, In the Milan Red. You read from Konig.

What the fuck is a Milan Red? When you begin to look around you notice it. A sports car, one you've never seen before. You were never really a car girl always more into motorcycles but you knew it had to be expensive. It revs, and you get a little rush in your heart. He steps out of the car. Konig. You expect something nice; Konig is put together but he's wearing boots, jeans, a black hoodie, and finally the classic mask. He dressed casually for you. Well, at least you recognized him. He’s tall and muscular but you knew that. You had already imagined his body. Is that a hand tattoo? You don’t remember that from the Tinder photos, You must have been too focused on his eyes. You are already imagining what other muscles and tattoos he could be hiding. You want to learn more about him. He’s walking towards you…do not panic. He's not scary, just big. When he gets close to you, you look up at him, and he towers over you. He towers over everybody. You admire those eyes in person for only a second trying to peek at anything you could to get a read on his face. Was he handsome too?? He reached his hand out gesturing to you to take it, “Hallo hübsche, would you like to go for a ride? It’s a beautiful display of Austrian engineering, meinst du nicht?” You're speechless but not at the car at his beauty and the accent it's just so unreal. You shutter and grab his hand. He begins walking you closer to his car. “What are your thoughts on the mall?” He asks abruptly. Clearly trying to gauge your reaction. “I like it.” you reply unsure. You haven't made a trip to the mall since you were a kid especially since you don't have extra money to spend. “Okay, let's go together then.” He says already opening the car door and leading you into the passenger seat. You hardly have time to disagree, he shuts the door and enters the driver's side. His large body only just perfectly fit in his leaned-back seat. You can only see through the holes of the mask, but you don’t wanna ask him about it just yet. He shifts the car into drive and takes off.  Before you could speak. “So you ride a motorcycle, ja? I didn't see one in the parking lot...” He asks nosily. You look down at the helmet you forgot was even there. You try to play nice, “Uh..my friend does.” “Does he now? Is it fast?” He smirks and practically laughs at you. “It's a 650cc.” You reply. His eyes focused on the road he only chuckles to himself, you wonder what's so funny but brush it off to avoid any follow-up questions about your situationship. He gets onto the highway and the speed is picking up on the Milan it seems he is trying to impress you by going fast but he's only up to 100mph and Horangi has already taken you faster…your phone is ringing. “Are you going to answer it?” Konig looks at you. You go to decline it. You're busy after all. Konig looks at you with a more serious expression quickly grabbing your thigh, you jump but he begins rubbing it to comfort you. Eyes still on the road. “Answer it, Mein Liebling. On speaker. Now.” You can't help but do what he says. The speed of the car, his sternness, his grip on you. You answer. 

“Hello.” You say. “Hello, do you need a ride back home beautiful? I am already on my way.” Horangi speaks out in a joyful tone. You love his voice almost as much as the masked Austrian mans you just met. “No Hong-jin, a friend picked me up. Thank you.” You say looking at Konig to see his reaction. Konigs begins to slip his fingers up your thighs and over your clit, and he begins firmly rubbing you over your pants. “Oh, alright then. I'll miss you, maybe we can ride when you get back?” He immediately doesn’t believe you, he sounds so disappointed. You love riding on his motorcycle, especially at night the disappointment is mutual. You moan a little and catch another glimpse at Konig the car is at 125; he mouths. “Say no.” He rubs not harder but better. Making moans escape you more. “Nngh no s-sorry, H-Horangi..not tonight.” You try not to say much but the excitement got to you. You accidentally called him Horangi to his face! “Oh, so I am Horangi now? That's fine with me.” You can hear him smile as he says it, despite circumstance. He is just so perfect, he likes when you call him his nickname. You blush at the thought. You look down and watch as Konig's tattooed hand begins to slip inside the top of your pants, down lower until it’s over your dripping slit, and he immediately thrusts his two fingers into you when he feels you open for him. He bites his lip in enjoyment you can tell he likes the thrill of teasing you. He begins moving his fingers. His large hands practically rub your clit at the same time while he fingers you. To be honest you could kinda get used to this. The speed of the car was making your heart pump even faster, making the feeling all more intense. Was he getting off too? You look down and his cock is hard. Was he actually jealous of Horangi or did he just likes feeling your insides…. You can see the outline in his jeans practically begging for a blow job… you whine again. It's getting hard to hold back. “Hello.” Horangi’s voice speaks through the phone again. The neighbor you have a crush on has been listening to you moan in Konigs car!!! You hang up!! Flustered! Konig laughs, “Horangi is your friend huh? Do you think he caught us?” DEFINITELY The car slows down and begins to cruise at 60. You try to catch your breath. “Do you want to cum, mien schatz?” You desperately nod yes, and you grab his wrist. Even though you shouldn't take this any further if you want to be with Horangi and his motorcycle so bad! Konig slowly removes his fingers. He’s edging you…“Not yet our date is going to last all night y’know. I wouldn’t wanna waste it. Ich will dich schmecken.” You whine in disbelief. The car slows down more. Even takes a few turns and you squirm in your seat with each bump. Konig smiles. You look up, you're at the mall. “Let’s have some more fun?? Ich werde die ganze Zeit mit dir spielen, Süße.” Konig says. The german he is speaking is getting harder for your basic understanding. Did he say play?

NEXT PART

[idklols]

Mall time.

Pairing: König x f!y/n (y/n is called X in here!)

TW:MDNI!! Fluff,some exhibition? Definitely some light angst

Summary:y/n went out to the mall with konig and some of his friends

A/n: I had my bsf pick out the y/n and cod man!! Also uhm my first story so it’s not great and also for König I don’t add the “ö” I just put “o” so I’m sorry!! Also no like fully edited stuff so yea

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Konig decided to go out with some of his friends and X to the mall, they all met up at the food court as X went to go get konig and her some boba tea from one of the boba places there,when she got back konig and another guy were talking about how they like their women which immediately made X upset.. “‘m so sorry meine Liebe! Please just don’t mind about anything we said” they continued they journey accross the mall when every once in a while konig would smack X’s ass with a hard smack causing her to bend over in front of konig, he would play around and dry hump X in front of his friends, she got tired of it, feeling as if she was being used as a toy, she ran off into the bathroom and hid, it seemed as König didn’t realize she left for three hours because X wandered around the mall by herself for that time, she wandered into a Spencer’s (the place with the sex toys in the back 😘) she walked in there and found some cute stickers,pins, and shirts, (some shirt examples at the end) she bought that stuff using konigs card, konig knew this because he saw the purchases through his online app, after a bit she was getting anxious so she texted konig. “Hey uhm baby.. where are you?..” “at the sports section why? Where are you?” “Im uhm.. at the toy section” “BASHSHAHAH that’s so funny dear” “I know.. I’m coming to you” “ok dear I’ll be here waiting” X walked to the sports section finding konig and his friends at a bar watching football, konig moved X to sit on his lap as he squeezed and messed with her thighs, slowly inching towards yk what but when he grazes her panties he moves back EVERY. SINGLE. TIME! X is blushing like crazy while konig is talking to his friends about the game like it’s nothing, and konig isn’t even drunk he’s the DD anyways. Once you and konig got home you changed into you sleep shorts and crop top while he just put on nothing but gym shorts for his pajamas, the night ended with you and him cuddling eachother

(I’ll add the pictures of the shirts and stuff in like a reblog)

[wrenwrights]

First draft of Monsters

This is my first draft of Monsters opening chapter. Overall I'm not happy with it, I'll probably rewrite, and reoutline, and probably rewrite the whole thing again- but I do like this start. It's a start, and honestly that the best I'm probably going to get.

As for when Konig enters the story, oh I am so excited to write that. I've been holding off because I want to at least write Iris's start, but damnit I might cave and just do it. Normally, I like my romances to have at least one chapter before the two characters meet, to let my audience get a feel for the main character- but I might just dive in head first with this one.

Maybe that's exactly what this story needs? I don't know, I'll just have to see.

Anyway if you guys wanna see all of my Konig headcanonsnso far, you can check those our right here! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Iris’s hands shook as Camilla led her through the bland hallways of Task Force 141. Occasionally, they passed a gruff-looking soldier or two, and Iris didn’t miss the way their eyes roamed over her. Their gaze hung onto her curves and her round eyes. Few were even brave enough to wink and whistle as she passed, but a firm look from Camilla told Iris everything: engage, and you will feel my wrath. Still, when Camilla’s back was turned, Iris couldn’t help but meet their lustful eyes teasingly, even wink back when she felt extra daring. It was thrilling attention, almost addicting.

When they finally reached a pair of black steel doors, Camilla whipped around with a harsh glare on her features. It was a look Iris had seen throughout her career with Camilla, a ‘Fuck this up, and you’ll be sorry’ expression that never failed to make Iris’s skin itch. “You know how to behave,” Camilla said with tight lips and finality, leaving no room for argument. She began tucking and pinching at Iris’s clothes, rearranging the strands of Iris’s hair. It didn’t matter that Camilla had picked out the tight pencil skirt and the elegant blouse and had even shown up in Iris’s barracks to curl her hair. It was all on Iris, so none of it was perfect. “I expect you to act accordingly,” Camilla’s eyes met Iris’s; the Doll and her handler silently battling for dominance. In the end, Camilla always won anyway, so Iris nodded her head in quiet submission.

With that, Camilla opened the metal doors as if she were entering a ballroom; her head held high as her heels thumped against the carpet. The room was the same as any other militant conference room Iris had ever been in: a big table with files dismembered across it, a screen with images and documents all, big and important-looking people annoyed at their entrance. None of it was new, not even Camilla’s greeting to every member at the table by name before sitting down.

“Kind of you to join us,” an older blonde woman sighed as she adjusted her glasses; she was thumbing through one of the many manilla file folders spread across the table, flipping through the pages with aggressive, frustrated movements. She wasn’t reading, her eyes didn’t scan across the page, more so darted around it- it was a tactic that Iris knew well, picking out names, colors, and descriptions in a text but not really reading. It was a tactic that spies used to memorize information.

“My apologies for making you wait, Agent Laswell,” Camilla purred, “We had some important business to attend to this morning- “ a sharp look from Laswell had Camilla pausing; it took a lot for Iris not to giggle at her handler’s embarrassment. Then Laswell set her attention on Iris; her eyes were warm on the surface, kind and intelligent, and yet there was a coldness to them, a chill that only came from taking a life. Iris knew that look well from the blood that coated her own hands. “You’re the Doll?” It was a question that didn’t hold the usual judgment, and instead, it was mere curiosity as Laswell studied her. Iris nodded, too afraid to speak in front of all these important people. Laswell raised a brow as if unimpressed- it made Iris want to fidget in her seat.

“She’s pretty small. Will she be able to take on the Senator?” an older man spoke up, Iris recognized him as a general- he certainly looked like one. Despite his old age, this man sat tall and strong in his seat; he was also looking over Iris, scrutinizing every detail of her face. Everyone at the table was, eyes wandering over her skin, studying every flaw like she was a cut of meat. Iris raised her chin, meeting every pair of eyes judging her as goosebumps broke out over her flesh.

“I assure you, General Shepard, Sargeant Hall can get the Senator to admit everything,” Camilla stated, honey coating her voice as she kicked Iris under the table. The general leaned back in his seat, looking unconvinced, yet Iris was more worried about Agent Laswell. She was the one who had the ultimate final say as it was her mission, and yet Laswell held no expression. It was almost worse than if she looked unimpressed. “She has all the credentials, she’s run similar operations, she can do it.” Camilla’s faith in Iris felt more like poison than praise- toxic even, as Camilla tried to sell her like a cheap tool.

Agent Laswell put up her hand, again interrupting Camilla. Iris could instantly see that Camilla was growing annoyed, her cheeks becoming inflamed despite the rest of her face being even. “I know her file, I’ve read it front to back. I want to know what she thinks of all this.” Laswell turned to Iris, her warm eyes boring into Iris’s, and Iris felt her heart beginning to skip a beat. “Can you?” Laswell pressed, “Can you get the Senator to admit treason?”

Iris wet her lips, tasting the starch of Camilla’s bright red lipstick on her lips, “I can make him confess,” Iris purred with confidence.

That was all Laswell needed to hear as she nodded to the other members of the table and began to gather up her files. “Good,” Laswell said with a small smile, “Have you been briefed on the mission yet?” she added. The other members of the table started following suit.

“Yes, ma’am,” Iris shuffled in her seat and began examining her nails. It was an old spy trick from World War Two- each painted nail was an important detail of the case. Her thumb was the Senator himself, what he looked like, her pointer finger what he liked in women, her middle his secrets and contacts- so on and so forth. “Good, then you are both dismissed. We will send your handler mission details shortly,” Laswell said with finality before turning to another member at the table, one Iris didn’t recognize, not even by name. No one had ever addressed Iris during these meetings before, and in Laswell’s doing so, Iris could feel a great respect building for the older woman. Camilla thanked everyone at the table before dramatically getting up out of her seat, her nose in the air and bracelets jingling softly. Iris knew she was going to get an earful later as she followed Camilla out of the room, but she felt too light to really care.