#könig with a long tongue and piercing

[shounengirlart]

mein Schatz ~

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[uhohdad]

(18+) König x Reader - Catching Him Getting Off

It takes you far too long to process both your mistake and the sight before you.

Even though you’re stumbling and your vision is blurry, you knew something was up. This was not the room you had left when you went to the bathroom to relieve a bladder so full it threatened to burst. The room you had just left was packed with your teammates, pungent with the smell of alcohol, and flooded with songs you don’t recognize.

This room was almost silent, smelled of musk, and held only one occupant.

Your colonel.

Shirtless.

His impressive, intimidating form sprawled out on a bed he makes look comically small, muscles tight and glistening with sweat. His massive arm bulging to pump what is no doubt the largest cock you have ever seen, at full attention and freed from his sweatpants.

König’s eyes flit to you, so obviously not where you’re supposed to be. While his brow quirks and the pace of his pumps slow, he doesn’t rush to cover himself up or even stop what he’s doing.

When your brain finally catches up, you scramble, shouting desperate apologies and tripping over yourself to leave and slam his door shut behind you.

You do not return to your team. You dart straight to your room, seal yourself away, and pace for the better part of an hour.

You manage to get away with your avoidance for a few days. Hardly lifting your head from the floor and darting away anytime he neared. The burn of his stare is hard to ignore, though. Searing and white hot. But there’s no way you’ll be able to make eye contact with him ever again. Not when you know what his thick cock looks like when glistened with precum and being pleasured by his fist. Not when you’ve already gotten off to the thought of helping him out with his needs by letting him rut into you instead of his hand.

Always blunt and never bashful, he waits until your guard is down before he corners you. He plants his giant hand just in front of your lunch and leans down until you have no choice but to acknowledge him. It’s hard to look at his arm and not picture the muscles you know reside underneath his uniform.

“You don’t have to be so shy around me.”

“Colonel, I am so sorry. I thought I was- Please, can we just forget that even happened? I won’t tell anyone, I- I haven’t-”

“Es ist okay,” He says, soft and reassuring.

It’s so jarring from his usual assertive and even vitriolic way of speaking. You don’t have the sense to hide the furrow of your brow.

His eyes crinkle, and he gives a low hum with a tilt of his head. It’s hard to resist squirming with those intense, piercing eyes boring into you.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“What?” You ask through a nervous laugh.

You heard him, oh you heard him, but you have to hear it again to be sure.

“Did you like what you saw?”

His repetition doesn’t waver. The words roll off his tongue far too casually for such a forward question.

You don’t have an answer for him. You’re paralyzed under his stare, by his brazen words, trying to figure out if this is some kind of joke you don’t understand. Your mouth parts in anticipation to answer his question but fail to form the words. He doesn’t wait for you to scrounge up a response before he throws another impossible question at you.

“Do you want to see it again?”

You suck in a sharp breath and finally look away. After a beat, you give a shameful but eager nod.

Suddenly you’re back in his quarters, on your knees before his monstrous, impossible form. Stripped of your clothes while he stands covered head to toe except for the cock freed from his waistband. He studies you carefully, your head craned back and pitiful eyes trained on him. Your mouth is open, tongue stuck out, obediently waiting for the finish he’s working toward. His hands are just a blur, pumping himself to the sight of the tiny little thing kneeling between his boots.

“Sehr gut,” He breathes, “So patient for me.”

He slows to run the head of his cock along your slick tongue.

“You want to get off too, süßes kleines ding?”

While your cheeks are burning and you feel more than degraded, the growing stain of arousal in your panties tells a different story.

“So hübsch.”

König reaches down to cup your jaw and guides you to look at him while his foot nudges its way between your thighs.

“Grind on my boot.”

You whine, keeping your mouth open and ready like the obedient little soldier you are, and lower yourself onto his boot. Cheeks flushed with heat as you wrap your arms around his leg and grind your soaked panties along the leather. Relieving the needy ache between your legs and chasing that warm jolt of pleasure with each brush over your clit.

“Ich werde dieses hübsche Gesicht ruinieren.”

Your eyes instinctively pinch shut when you feel the warm droplets of his finish splatter on your cheek. He lets out a choppy moan as he paints your face and outstretched tongue in his sticky mess, making sure to milk every last drop on his waiting canvas.

“Look at me,” He grits.

He takes a moment to admire his work, tilting your head side to side with a gentle but firm hand on your jaw. He hums content before letting go, tucking himself back into his boxers and buttoning up his pants.

“Swallow,” He orders.

You finally close your mouth as you take down what he managed to get on your tongue, intrusive and salty.

He gives a gentle wiggle of his boot and squints at you, surely wearing a smug grin beneath that hood.

“You can clean your face after you finish yourself off, liebling.”

♡ KÖNIG DRABBLE MASTERLIST ♡

[latenightdaydreams]

König x Secretary!Reader (fem)

MDNI 🔞

Quick note: 💕 THANK YOU 💕 to everyone for the love and support on my stories! I’m happy people are enjoying them💗

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Part 2 here

>CW: fem/afab reader, oral, anilingus, p in v

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Imagine coming in to work for König as his secretary after he reluctantly agrees to let the captain hire help for him. Walking into his office the first day to see the massive man with piercing pale blue eyes. A sniper hood with bleached tear looking stains covering his face. He just looks at you. Not being able to see his facial expression because of the mask so you just stand there frozen. So frozen with fear looking into his eyes that you failed to notice the massive hard on he has growing in his pants.

Your first few weeks there he didn’t talk much to you. Handing you files and asking for little earns to be ran for him, like coffee or lunch pick up. Slowly he started to talk more, “Danke, bitte, nien, ja.” His eyes always boring into yours as if he was looking into your soul. It was unsettling, but the pay was great and he has never actually been rude to you so you put up with it.

You had gotten into the routine and started to enjoy the job. König was an easy man to work for as long as you did things as expected and he never over worked you. As a plus he turned out to be sweeter than expected. Coming into work on your birthday to see a simple cupcake with frosting in your favorite color on your desk and a card stuffed with cash. König never actually says “Happy Birthday”, but this is just how he expresses he cares.

“Thank you, König.”

He gives a simple nod and goes back to typing up a report.

Six months in he asks you to stay after, he has to talk to you. You begin to worry, anxiety spikes as you realize you might be getting fired. Trying to think about the mistakes you might have made, you sit a chair across from his desk. His eyes look away from the computer to meet yours.

Before you know it, you’re naked, bent over his desk. His mask pulled back over his head as his face is smothered between your ass cheeks as his tongue laps at your tight asshole. One of his hands has two of his thick fingers pumping in and out of your wet pussy, the feeling of your tight gummy walls wrapping around his fingers making him want in now. His other hand stroking his cock, using his own precum as lube.

“Was willst du?” His eyes travel to his fingers in your pussy before pulling them out and shoving his tongue in your slightly stretched hole.

“I want your cock,” your voice trembles with pleasure.

König lets a pleasured sigh hearing your words before pulling away from your sweet pussy. Finally, he lines up his fat cock with your entrance.

An animalistic groan escapes his lips as he pushes the tip in. König places his hands on your ass cheeks to spread them apart; his eyes watching as your pussy struggles to stretch, swallowing his cock inch my inch. Eyes fluttering to the back of his head. He feels like he just found heaven in your tight grip.

He was already falling in love; this moment just sealed the deal. A week later you came into work to find a key on your desk attached to a “K” keychain.

Part2

[amagialp]

love your fics, how do you think konig, soap and ghost would react to reader wit piercings??? 😏😏 preferably smut but you can write as youd like :)

THANK YOU AND OMGSSS LOVE THIS IDEA!!! HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT AS WELL, REQUESTS OPEN! :P

honestly those three + piercings = chaos in my head lol

(TW: smut, suggestiv language etc) please proceed with caution ❤️

GN! reader

Nipple Piercings

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The first time he realizes, he just pauses, staring at you for a solid moment before muttering, “Bloody hell...” That’s it, that’s the tweet. But that little grunt tells you everything.

Simon’s a man of subtle touches, but this? He’s hooked. Fingers brushing over your shirt when no one’s looking, his gloved hand sliding under it during downtime, tracing slow circles around the piercings to watch you squirm.

If you’re wearing something where they’re slightly visible (like a tight shirt or cold weather ahem), you might catch him standing closer than usual, clearly blocking anyone else’s view. He won’t say anything, but his presence speaks volumes.

During private moments? Oh, he’s all over them. He tugs, flicks, and bites with just enough pressure to leave you gasping. He won’t outright say it, but he loves how responsive you are.

König

König is immediately flustered. Like, cheeks red, words tripping over themselves flustered. When he first notices, he’s struggling to maintain eye contact, muttering something like, “Oh, ah… that’s… interesting.”

But the man is curious. After the initial shock, he can’t help but ask questions: “Did it hurt? How long to heal? Does it feel… different?” You might have to tell him to slow down with all the questions.

When he gets bolder, he’s incredibly gentle. He’ll brush his fingertips over them like he’s afraid of hurting you, completely mesmerized by how they feel under his touch.

The first time he kisses you and accidentally tugs on them, the noise you make just about breaks him. He’s obsessed after that, but he’s still so shy about admitting it.

Soap

Soap’s reaction? Immediate mischief. The grin on his face says everything. “Yer full o’ surprises, aren’t ya?”

He loves catching glimpses of them through your shirt and isn’t subtle about it either. He’ll waggle his eyebrows at you like a cheeky bastard.

During private moments, he’s playful as hell. He’ll nuzzle his face against your chest, muttering things like, “These might just be my new favorite thing.”

But he’s not just playful... he knows when to turn up the heat. Loves to tease with gentle nips and tugs until you’re a mess beneath him.

Tongue Piercings

Ghost

Simon notices immediately but doesn’t say anything at first. He just observes, quietly noting how it changes the way you talk or how it glints when you stick your tongue out.

The first time you kiss him with it? Oh, he’s hooked. He pulls back just a little, murmuring, “Do that again.”

If you start teasing him tapping it against your teeth or sticking your tongue out at him he’ll give you a warning look that promises consequences. And Simon? Always delivers.

In the bedroom, he’s completely fascinated by it. He’ll run his thumb over your tongue, feeling the piercing as he mutters, “Such a pretty mouth…”

König

König is speechless when he realizes. His eyes keep flicking to your mouth every time you talk, and his face is burning red.

He won’t ask directly, but his curiosity is through the roof. You might have to be the one to kiss him first, and when he feels it against his tongue, he’s stunned for a second before melting into the kiss.

Afterward, he’ll quietly admit, “I like it it’s, unique. Just like you.”

He’s secretly obsessed with the way it feels during kisses and might nervously trace it with his finger when you’re being affectionate.

Soap

Soap is all in. The second he sees it, he’s already smirking and asking questions like, “Does that make kissin’ better? Or should we find out?”

He’ll tease you relentlessly, sticking his tongue out to mimic yours or making cheeky comments. But he’s also incredibly interested in how it feels during a kiss (or more winkwink).

Loves flicking his tongue against it when things get heated. He’ll pull back with a grin, licking his lips like he’s just tasted something addictive.

Will absolutely joke about it to the others, saying things like, “Bet none of ye can handle what my bonnie’s got goin’ on!” (Don’t worry he keeps the details private).

Lip Piercings (Labret/Monroe/etc.)

Ghost

Ghost notices immediately and is lowkey obsessed. He’ll spend way too much time staring at your lips when you talk.

The first time you kiss, he’s fascinated by the cool metal against his lips. He pulls back slightly to mumble, “Feels good… different, but good.”

Loves tugging gently on the piercing with his teeth when things get heated. It’s his subtle way of reminding you who’s in charge.

König

König is awestruck. He thinks it looks stunning on you but doesn’t know how to compliment it without sounding awkward and weird.

He’s shy about touching it at first but eventually gets bold enough to trace it with his thumb during intimate moments.

Loves the contrast between the cold metal and the warmth of your skin when he kisses you. It drives him wild, though he’d never say it outright.

Soap

“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but here we are.” Soap immediately hypes you up. He loves how bold and unique you look with the piercing.

Playfully tugs on it when he kisses you, grinning at your reaction. He’s all about making you squirm.

Buys you fun lip rings or studs as gifts. “Thought this one would look good on ya. Fancy tryin’ it on for me?”

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What do you think? Did I miss any piercings you’d love to see the COD boys react to? Let me know in my inbox or comments 👀

[disgustingtwitches]

"I like a tall woman with a nice big ass."

König x tall+curvy!reader. Love the idea of this uptight motherfucker getting with someone who is young and wild :)

MDNI

König is dragged out to a trendy club by his subordinates and he's awkwardly folded up in a seat in the corner of the club. The flashing lights and loud music give him a headache so he steps out into the smoking area. There you are with your girlfriends, yelling something about a 'hot girl summer' and pouring tequila into each other's mouths.

He can't really ignore your group; young, foreign, and rambunctious. He can't really ignore your long legs that lead to full hips that move side to side. He can't really ignore your pierced nipples or rounded breasts that almost bust out of your tight white crop top while you jump around. He can't really ignore how soft you look. He has to look away so all the blood in his body doesn't rush to his dick.

One of his subordinates walk up to him, concerningly drunk, talking about some bullshit he doesn't care about. He ushers him back to the group before ordering them to back to base. The group complains but complies. They don't even ask why he's staying behind.

He goes off to look for you. You aren't hard too find, taller than the gaggle of women that surround you. He just stares at you from far away. You stop mid conversation with your girlfriends, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. You look around and see him staring: a clear view of each other over the tops of everyone's heads.

As unsettling as his stare is, you were used to it by now. That's apparently how Germans are? You excused yourself from your group and walked over to him. Even in your heels he was taller than you. Something you weren't used to.

"Evening."

You put your hand out. He takes it, his hands are rough and his grip strong.

"Abend."

He replies dryly. There's an awkward silence. What a charmer, this one. It didn't really matter though, he was hot. He was still holding your hand... it was getting sweaty. You pull away and wipe your hand on your skirt.

"So, uhm... Nice weather."

You try to wrangle a conversation out of him.

"Yes, it is... agreeable."

You want to laugh. He was kind of pathetic. It made him hotter somehow. You convince him to take a shot with you, hoping to losen him up. You manage a few more words out of him; his age and "name". Or whatever he preferred to be called. Your girlfriends find and encircle the both of you. He immediately tenses up while they bombard the two of you with questions. You shoo them and they giggle walking off.

The rest of the night is filled with the same failed attempts at conversation. At this point it's just niceties, you're gonna sleep with him whether he talks or not. He knows that. You shoot a text to your girlfriends and share your location while he whisks you away to his place.

As soon as the door to his place closes, he pins you against the wall, grabs your neck, and plants deep kisses on your lips. It takes you back a little, expecting him to be a little more shy. But you're not complaining. You start tearing each other's shirts off, he audibly moans when your top comes off. He twirls his tongue around one pierced nipple, brushing a thumb over the other one diligently.

"So fucking beautiful, fits in my hand perfectly."

His wet mouth leaves a trail of sloppy kisses up your neck.

"Can you keep the heels on?"

He asks while unbuckling his pants. You oblige. He places a hand on your back and guides you to place your hands on a table in the hallway, making you face a mirror. You watch his face through the reflection as he lifts your skirt up, his eyes go wide. So soft and full. He's practically drooling, mumbling something about finally being able to stand and fuck someone properly for once. He pulls your panties to the side and flashes a goofy smile while rubbing himself between your slick folds. You'd laugh if you weren't absolutely horrified at how big he felt pressed up against your entrance. He looks up half-lidded,

"Fucking perfect for me, hm?"

Your knees almost buckled at his words. God, he's fucking hot. He teasingly slides his fat tip in and out of you until you beg for more, groans as he slides himself inside you. You clench around him as he gets deeper and deeper. Jesus, how much dick can one man have? He holds your hips and rocks back and forth slowly. Soft love taps to your cervix each time your hips touch his.

"Look."

He says while reaching to wrap a gentle hand around your neck to pull you back against his chest.

"See how good we look together, hm?"

You moan his name as he starts to pound into you. He's entranced with the way your soft ass bounces on his dick. He looks up into your eyes through the mirror while teasing your nipples.

"You take it better than anyone I've ever fucked before."

He kisses and nips your neck before he reaches down to grab both cheeks, spreading you out to get a better view of himself slipping in and out of you. The sight makes his dick jump inside you, which is an overwhelmingly delicious feeling. He leans over and snakes his hands around to the front of your thighs and squeezes them before sliding up between them, playing with your sensitive clit. He gets too rough with you. He thinks you can handle more since you're thicker and taller than most women he's been with. You can't. His dick is a battering ram. Your knees buckle.

"Come on mein Schatz, you can take it. Say you can take it."

How could you deny him? His voice is so soft and darling compared to the roughness of his actions. He grips your curvy hips and pulls them back onto his hips, hard. He fills you to the brim as you yelp. He didn't have a way to describe the way you made him feel. It was a nice change of pace from having to treat women like a piece of porcelain. He could rough you up a bit and you took it like a champ. He didn't have to bend in a way that made his back hurt the next morning. This was refreshing. He couldn't get enough. It went on for hours and hours.

"Made just for me."

He'd repeat into your ear every time you'd spasm around him. He folded you up and pounded into you until you couldn't see straight. He'd fondle every curve on your body, praising how nicely it bounced every time he strokes into you. You were supposed to fly out to England with your girlfriends the next day. Instead, he bought you a ticket to catch a flight after the weekend was over.

[elvearryn]

König + Horangi Headcanons

Regrettably, the brainrot has taken hold of me properly, so this was always going to be an inevitable post

(This is also a chance for me to compile and work out my characterization of these two, as a sort of warm-up exercise for writing them).

All SFW! Trigger warning for mention of scars, alcohol, gambling, violence (military), you know Call of Duty typical stuff

All the headcanons for each are separate for each character, a few mentions of Horangi in König’s list but that’s it

That being said, here are my headcanons for König and Horangi 🙏

Horangi bites the inside of his cheek when he’s thinking really hard or having an internal emotional tug of war about something, he actually developed this habit because he used to instinctively press his tongue against the inside area of his cheek that had been scarred (if you’ve seen the popular design where he has a scar from about the corner of his lip up to his cheekbone, and yeah. I like that concept a lot)

Horangi used to drink and smoke heavily, as part of his gambling days. He dropped that habit when he joined the military, and to this day absolutely resents heavy alcohol of any kind, but doesn’t actively avoid milder alcohol as much as he does the stronger stuff, he just doesn’t see the appeal in it anymore

Speaking of which, Horangi sucks at gambling, in fact he’s so terrible at it it’s a wonder he stayed in the business so long. He actually wound up so far in debt because he kept telling himself “it’s not statistically possible that I can never win.” So he kept trying to prove he was capable of winning (he wasn’t.) Eventually, he did quit, escaping debt by fleeing normal civilian life in the process

Horangi hasn’t touched gambling since, he’s wary of even simple card games (glances judgmentally at uno). Even if he still gets that itch sometimes, he curbs it by playing games that don’t involve luck at all

By that I mean Horangi loves strategy games. A downright freak about them even, this way he’s not risking any money on card games that might be rigged… (Horangi chess menace, anyone..? Not promising that he won’t try to cheat in checkers) and he swears like a sailor whenever he loses

Any rush Horangi used to get from gambling is gone anyway, nothing can compare to the adrenaline spike from being on missions. In comparison, gambling feels like a watered down high and a desaturated painting, it wasn’t anything like the vivid colors of the battle field experience… and even that could get boring sometimes…

(That is not encouragement to throw yourself into combat 💧)

Horangi loves silver jewelry, especially rings. But never wears anything gold or with gems on it, he prefers the sheen of silver, and thicker jewelry too, heavy banded rings and he actually considers his dog tags as something of a fashion statement… there was a point in his life where he had his ears pierced, and only ever wore silver or black for those, however the piercings have since closed up as they would have been a hindrance in his military work

When Horangi was a kid, he wanted to be able to skateboard, the kind of kid who thought kick flips and riding rails down the stairs was the coolest thing, unfortunately he was never really all that good on wheels, and didn’t have the time to master the hobby

(He sure as hell can snowboard though. Don’t ask me; it came to me in a vision)

Horangi was actually planning to get full tattoo sleeves on his arms, but discovered that he was somewhat unnerved by the constant jabbing of the ink needle when he got his wrists and forearms done the first time around, since then he’s been a little wary about getting more. It’s not that his pain tolerance is low, or that he’s scared of the process, he’s just kind of annoyed by the way it’s done and the time it takes since it leaves him with nothing to really do while he waits with the incessant jabbing of the needle… yeah, he’s not a fan

Horangi has scars on his back (tiger scars!!!) from his youth, they’re not pretty or nice to look at, all ridged flesh and awkward lines, he couldn’t sleep on his back for weeks while they healed; and even after that there was phantom pain.

Because of these scars, Horangi dislikes having his back to anyone even more than the usual soldier. Not because he got the scars in that way, but simply because he’s subconsciously aware of them being there and he doesn’t like the idea of having them out in the open (even though he knows they can’t be seen when he’s dressed)

Horangi likes to doodle, no he’s not a good artist, he just likes to scribble on things, drawing in the dirt with a stick when he was a kid kind of thing, always carries a pen with him and doodles when he’s bored

Horangi is a great swimmer, like athlete level good at it. Do not try to race him, he will win

Is an avid language enjoyer, Horangi actually likes exploring different languages and how they work phonetically as well as alphabetically. His English is remarkably good, even with his thick accent

On that note, Horangi’s penmanship is… less than perfect. Maybe a small case of doctor’s handwriting if you know what I mean. He tends to slant his words a bit, and it looks a little like chicken scratch, but it’s charming in its own right

Horangi likes rock and rap, I think when he was a teen he would have really liked No Brain, especially the song “내 가죽잠바 My Leather Jacket” as well as western heavy metal, though he likes rap and hip hop too, anything fast paced or with a heavy beat (guilty pleasure listening might be lighter r&b) if you saw Gangnam style in his playlist, no you didn’t

If Horangi played an instrument it would be electric guitar, but only as an excuse to shred until the callouses on his fingers split and he had to wait for new ones to develop

Horangi is selfless to a fault, he likes to think he wouldn’t go through hell and back for just about anyone when he knows deep down he would in a heartbeat, he’s always cared deeply about others, he just struggles a little to express it, very much more of a subdued affection kind of guy, shown through little actions instead of straightforward declarations which are a rarity, but do happen

Horangi likes the military because it gave him purpose and direction. And best of all- an outlet. What else was he supposed to do with his somewhat short fuse and need to release pent up energy? Bashing up enemy forces seemed a good enough way as any

Horangi takes his coffee black, americano. (Shamelessly stole this headcanon from his voice actor…)

Bonus :

(His words not mine, do with this information what you will)

Now… König is somewhat of a difficulty for me to work through, he’s a bit of a silly bastard I can say that much. Still working on disemboweling him to understand how he works so his list might be a bit shorter, but I’ll try my damndest

König is clumsy, not in a “whoops I fell down the stairs silly me…” way but in a “where the hell did I leave my keys..?” kind of way, which is funny because he always struck me as someone who pays attention to detail while also having situational blindness, like “holy shit there was a car right there” even when you could ask him what the arrangement of crates were in a cargo shipment and he could tell you exactly without needing to think hard about it

König is absolutely incapable of keeping himself still, one of the reasons he was denied the position of a sniper… whether it be literally twiddling his thumbs, or bouncing his leg, he is always moving one part of his body at any given time

Two words, bad liar… König is a terrible liar even, not even consciously he just isn’t good at not giving an honest answer, especially if it’s to people he’s comfortable being around. Shifting eyes, clenched jaw, kicked puppy sort of demeanor if he’s actively trying to withhold the truth, he’s bad at covering it up unless he’s annoyed, then he can evade giving a straight answer but otherwise he can be read like an open book

In terms of social interaction, König is not some sort of inept stuttering dork, rather I would simply describe him as a little out of his element in mundane social settings. He’s a menace on the field, and he’s comfortable with that, when he isn’t occupied with something physically or mentally demanding however… he’s a tad socially awkward. But he’s still brazen and a little cocky, albeit easily annoyed or flustered (not blushing wreck flustered, just at a loss for words and maybe a few confused blinks if anything)

König is also competitive and a bit of a grump honestly, he takes things personally and tends to overthink, maybe a bit of a bad habit that involves twisting things in his mind until they’re warped from what they initially were, but yeah he’s gonna take things as a challenge or a jab at his abilities (inferiority complex coming back with a vengeance in the form of feeling like he needs to prove himself constantly)

That’s not to say König isn’t a “gentle giant” he does have a soft spot and isn’t prone to picking fights himself, but he’s also… bipolar for lack of a better word, he would definitely treat something with the most tenderness his large hands can allow, but then turn around and obliterate an entire unit with a blind sort of unhinged arrogance that doesn’t take kindly to being rivaled

König is like a barely domesticated guard dog with self worth issues that present themselves through mild narcissism and social insecurity. Again, he’s a madman, just listen to his voicelines, Horangi may look insane on the outside but he’s actually relatively stable, König on the other hand is like a carefully constructed bridge made of entirely weak points that are holding themselves together by faint pressure and the whole thing is covered in tape that mask wounds instead of bandaids

If König played an instrument it would be drums, he needs to be able to bash on things, I think he would get frustrated with something like guitar or bass

König is a bit demanding with things he wants, and likes to think he can get what he wants with relatively little struggle, not that he’s a spoiled brat by any means, just that he sees something and goes “I want that.” And isn’t afraid to say that he wants it, and that’s basically saying “I intend to get it” but he also does have manners, and isn’t exactly extroverted, but he has an obvious sort of intensity about him that really shines on the field, he likes a good fight

(Que “Finally some worthy adversaries!” line)

König knows he’s strong and is confident in his abilities, but despite knowing this he still doesn’t take praise well. Or compliments, he’s all sure of his abilities until someone points out he did a good job and suddenly he has no idea what to say, similarly if he thinks he can handle something and voices that, and someone replies “yeah you’re right, you’ve got this” he’d be like “???” because he’s not used to the positive reciprocation, he’s used to only having himself and the physical proof that he can do things and do them well, so when someone points it out he’s at a loss

König is more likely to let German slip into his speaking than Horangi is to let Korean slip into his, König’s English also isn’t as good as Horangi’s

König is a little possessive and can get defensive too. Stems from his childhood, being picked on a bit he learned to keep his stuff close to him and be careful who he shares with if at all, and is not trusting even if on the outside he appears relatively open despite his social awkwardness

However, König likes having instructions and knowing what exactly needs to be done, he’s organized and likes not always having to make a lot of complex decisions— the structure of the military gives him a way to keep himself occupied in this manner. And he likes feeling like he has a use, even if it’s not exactly what he wanted

(He’s still bitter about not being a sniper).

König’s handwriting is surprisingly nice, it’s neat and simple, but he doesn’t write paper and pencil often, in fact he usually records numbers and data if anything, and types everything else. He likes using digital tablets

König takes his coffee sweet, and doesn’t care about the temperature, he’ll drink coffee that started out warm and sat out long enough to get cold.

Rammstein fan? König is guilty. Also loves Slipknot and Korn. Orange Sector fan to the end too. His guilty pleasure is instrumental music. (Sometimes he and Horangi share their music with one another)

König wears his hair long (not super long, just a little unkempt and about jaw length), and he has stubble. He keeps his hair tied in a low bun for missions, on leave and for downtime he’ll tie the bun higher

König is shockingly loyal, like makes a conscious effort to be loyal to people, and is surprisingly thoughtful about little things that others wouldn’t really pay much mind too. It’s sort of a subconscious thing actually, he remembers a lot of insignificant stuff for no real reason, it just sticks

In König’s mind, he has a few jokes he came up with that he thinks are hilarious but has never had a chance to say them and is also a little doubtful other people would be as amused as him, so he keeps them to himself.

(Horangi might luck out one day)

Cough… and that’s all!! I’ll update this if I ever think of any more. But yeah, that’s all I got. Hope you enjoyed

[comfortless]

God könig and his only worshipper who doesn't try to get him more followers cause she wants all of his attention on her

another strange vaguely Greek/Roman au?! ^^ (also to your other message: no worries!! being too nice would make me lazy!) this prompt is like a reversal of this and i am here for it!

content/warnings: suggestive, König may or may not have killed some guy no big deal..!

It isn’t as if he bestows great blessings upon you or grants your deepest, most guarded wishes…

It’s just that he’s lovely in all forms: the very apex of some marbelesque, masculine statue made flesh. Warm to the touch and so very real and alive that it was difficult to focus on worshiping him proper when your very being sang for him.

He’s probably only some great god of war, Ares, but without the long list of lovers and offspring - only you. There was nothing that he could do to benefit you much, just a humble citizen that had no need of taking up a weapon…

Yet he was so heart achingly beautiful with the docile look in his eyes, the contrast to his stature that bore the look of a proper hunter, you could not keep yourself from returning to him.

All of the other men in the city pale in comparison to the god you pray to, nestled up in the foothills where you make your trek day by day to speak… knowing that nightly he comes to you in dreams with little glimpses of futures or pasts: the things you can not comprehend yet those in Olympus could parse together with such ease.

As his only worshiper, you are never apart for long.

He descends that mountain each time to meet with you in green meadows with the gentlest look in his eyes.

He has no temple in which to pray to… but, you’ve made a temple of your own within yourself all for him. He knows it, knows well when you pray at your feet and he sheepishly orders you to stop that, stand, face him, and he would lend you his mighty weapon any day if you would just ask for him to use it.

Your god deserves and army of men to fight and scramble for his favor, a harem of women to tend to his needs… but the thought alone is enough to leave bitterness on your tongue.

You don’t want to share him, only savor the honeyed words and touches between the two of you, never muddy what is sacred with another’s prayers or offerings.

… Are yours not already enough?

You only find out that they most certainly are the day a suitor begins his arrogant courtship and… within that very hour he is no longer. A stray spear from the pit pierced right through him…? What a strange way to go out. You don’t even think to question it until you find yourself meandering through soft grass for your meeting with König.

He’s a warrior, too, he should know the intricacies of how a weapon that heavy might rise up on the wind just to strike some poor, silly man down before he could even take your hand and lie with you.

You tell him of this odd occurrence whilst you whittle away at a tiny carving of him with a paring knife, König sat just adjacent to you.

First, he tells you that a blade meant for herbs and vegetables is no good for wood. The dull blade is pried from your hands with ease and tossed aside into the foliage surrounding you both. No need for little idols when your god willingly comes down to grace you, anyhow…

Then, he tells you that… it isn’t fair for you to have eyes for any other. Is his presence not enough? Is he not stronger and more capable than any of your puny, mortal men? He could protect you, haul you up to Olympus and make you his bride, give you as many children as you want… Wouldn’t you like that more?

Your stare is so telling, hands shaking as you set the unfinished figure aside, and the words do not come, not when the look he gives you goes from adoring and sweet to near deadly in an instant. It’s the first time he’s offered to bless you with anything but bloodshed in your favor… a peculiar promise of love in return for your selfishness and gifts of milk and honey…

“I do not think I am worthy of that…” The words come tumbling, clumsy and weighty on your tongue. Could he detect the yearning there..? Surely he knew with the way he invaded your dreaming, and even now as his hand finds your shoulder to push you back down into the soft bed of the earth.

“You wish to make yourself worthy, little one..?”

You only nod, once, as your heart finds its way into your throat and your robe is torn away to flutter out with the wind.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

The House is On Fire, and Everyone is Laughing and Smiling (pt 2)

Yeah you read that right, part two is finally out! Read part one HERE and enjoy the second hurt-comfort part of the fic. I will say, this is the part EVERYONE has been waiting for, including myself. It's a very sweet piece, but it made me hurt because ahhhh they're cute but so dumb!

Anyways,

TW: sorta cheating, sorta revenge cheating, they were never together so is it cheating?, angst (BUT DON'T WORRY THIS IS THE ONE WHERE THEY GET CLOSER)

Wordcount: 3.2k

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The House is On Fire, and Everyone is Laughing and Smiling (pt 2)

“Where is she?”

The voice sounded familiar. You were only just able to make it out through the fog wreathing your head.

“She’s in the bathroom,” you heard someone else say.

“How long has she been in there?”

“An hour, I think.”

You blinked slowly. You were roused, but only just. Soon you were slipping away.

A loud slamming on the door had your eyes cracking open again.

“Dude, what the fuck!”

“Who the hell are you? Wait, what are you doing to my door!?”

SLAM.

“Dude you need to leave.”

“Hey hey HEY! Don't TOUCH me!”

SLAM.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“Get out of here!”

SLAM.

A few more shouts, but you heard Shauna as clear as day.

“Wait, König?”

König?

No, that was impossible. König was never invited. Why would he be here? Wait, did you even text him the address?

“YOU NEED TO LEAVE.”

The door burst forth. You could hardly see, but you could see something big above you.

“Guys back up, let the big guy through.”

"Is he leaving?"

"He'd better be..."

You felt yourself get hoisted up into the air. Panic welled up in your chest.

“Shh… It’s okay,” a kind voice soothed you, “you’re okay now.”

“So, you’re König?”

“Get the fuck out of my way, little man.”

You felt a steady bobbing motion as you were carried through the air. You blinked once, twice, and fell back asleep.

—

You woke up in a beautiful bed. You’d never felt more comfortable in your entire life than you did when you stretched your body under the wonderfully heavy duvet. The pillows held your head securely, and when you arched your back you could feel a wonderfully warm body pillow behind you.

“Ach, you’re awake.”

Not a body pillow.

You rolled over clumsily, somewhat panicked and yet still feeling numbed by whatever had been flowing through your system last night. Shit, your head hurt. Did you have painkillers anywhere?

“It hurts, ja? Let me get you something.”

He crawled over top of you to grab something, then bent down to push a pill onto your tongue. You automatically swallowed when he poured water down your throat. You coughed before falling back to the bed. You felt like your stomach was a pit trying to invert itself as you writhed in the bedding. Your head felt heavy and the light filtering through the curtains pierced the back of your skull, pounding with your heart in your chest. What the hell happened last night?

“Go ahead and rest,” König whispered into your ear, “it’s okay. Just relax. It’ll be better soon.”

“I wanna die,” you moaned.

“Shhh, it’ll be okay,” König crawled back to your side and lay beside you, “I’ll be here for you.”

You shuddered. And yet, the bed was so inviting, and his scent was draped around you like a warm mink coat. He was everywhere all at once, just like you’d dreamed of for so long. But why? Why did he have to be perfect after you’d already gone off with someone else? Why was he being so good to you? Didn’t he hate you?

“You’re thinking too much,” König nuzzled into your neck, so close to your gland and yet just far enough away to make it seem innocuous.

“‘M not,” you mumbled into the covers.

“You are, little one,” König chuckled, “think later. It’s time for bed, ja?”

“But… Why are you being so nice to me?” you tried to look at him but he gently pushed you face back into the sheets.

“Rest now,” his voice took a stern tone before thawing like Spring's last snow, “I’ll tell you everything when you get up, but I can’t tell you anything while you’re like this.”

“Why not?”

“You might not remember.”

You wanted to argue, but you were too tired. Instead, you rested back into the covers and closed your eyes to drift back into nebulous darkness.

—

Your eyes finally opened again, this time without feeling like actual death had you in a choke hold. Though your head still ached and swam wildly when you moved too quickly, but it wasn’t as daunting as before. Before? Yes, before. There had been a before. That’s right, you had woken up before.

“König?” your voice cracked through the still air.

“I’m here,” came the reply from behind you.

You gingerly shifted to your back, then cautiously rolled over to see König laying beside you. The bedding just barely came up to his pecs, showing off that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Instead, he seemed to be perfectly comfortable being at the very least half naked beside you.

“What’re you doing here?” you croaked.

“I’m comforting my omega,” he replied and pulled you to him, “you had quite the adventure last night.”

“Did I?” memories of last night came bubbling up the surface, “oh, I did.”

Shaun, Eric, Rick, the woman, the drinks, the fire and the stars, they all flitted through your mind.

“Ja you did,” König chuckled, “but don’t worry, it’s over now.”

“Is it?” you whispered.

“It is.”

You closed your eyes, and despite your better judgment, leaned your head onto his chest. He was so beautifully warm. It was so warm, soft and comfortable. It was glorious. It couldn’t get better than this, could it? It was just so nice to be here, finally, after pining for so long. Of course, he was only comforting you after the disaster that had been last night, but it was something beautiful to behold. In this moment, you could pretend to be his beloved omega, his little pet, his only love. Of course it wasn’t true, but you wanted it to be. Oh how you wanted it to be.

König rubbed your back soothingly, helping you fully unwind in his bedding.

Now that you thought about it, you were finally in his nest. This was where he slept each night, where he scented, where he… Okay maybe your thoughts needed to be reeled back in.

“Are you comfortable?” 

Bless König for knowing just when to interrupt your thoughts.

“Um, well, I’m better,” you stumbled over yourself, words clotting on your tongue like blood in dirty bandages.

“That’s good,” König mumbled. He looked down at you, his blue blue eyes suddenly seeming so sad again. Why did he always look so sad when you just wanted him to smile?

“Are you okay?” you asked meekly.

“Me?” König snorted as his mouth quirked up into a wry smirk, “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m a bit better, but…” you looked down at the bedding, “this is your nest, isn’t it?”

“It is,” König admitted, “it's nice to share, no?”

You wished he’d tell you to stay, make yourself at home for while you're ill. You wanted to hear that you were always welcome here for a bit longer. Better yet, don’t go. Don’t leave him. Make your nest within his own, shape this nest into one for the both of you, make it together.

He said no such thing. Instead, his words hung in the air, tacked in place like dirty stockings over the smouldering embers of a fire.

“Do you like it here?” König asked with a strange sort of hesitancy, “most people say my scent is too strong…”

“I think it’s nice,” for emphasis you snuggled into his pillow.

The muscles around König’s neck relaxed. You didn’t even realize they were tense in the first place. Goes to show how attentive you were to you alpha, you supposed.

“That’s good,” his words clunked together like rusted gears, “I’m happy you like it.”

You thought carefully for a moment. You learned something important last night. Before your memories cut out, before you got lost in that fog, you remembered talking to someone. Right, Rick. That's why you remembered him. He said something to you that set you on edge. Or was it just that he set you on edge in general? You didn’t know, but something felt wrong when you thought about him.

The memory flashed through your mind like white lightening, setting your mind ablaze with fear. Earlier that night, he'd seen you for what you were. You couldn't hide from another alpha. Not from his nose at least. But were all alphas the same?

“Alphas have good senses of smell, right?” you asked hesitantly.

König nodded slowly, his eyes already drooping into their usual melancholic state.

“So you could smell him then, couldn’t you,” you whispered.

König’s smile was so kind. It hurt to look at him smile like that, so pained and yet trying so hard to please you. Weren’t you meant to be the one pleasing him? Why did he have to look so sad, even when he smiled?

“I always knew,” he murmured, his eyes downcast to where his hand lay beneath his great head.

“Since the first trip to the farmer’s market?” you asked.

“The moment you came back I knew,” he admitted, “I always knew.”

Your closed your eyes. Shame flushed through you, ridding you of any puppy love you had for Shaun. Shaun. Now the name sound like ‘shun’, and how you wished you were shunned. You wished he’d hate you. You wanted him to cry and scream, but instead he smiled at you to try and ease your pain.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he knew. He was never supposed to know, he was never supposed to find out. You tried to keep your voice down late at night, you tried to hide your phone screen from his eyes, you tried so hard to keep this from him but he knew since the very beginning. It was all for naught.

All the dates with Shaun over the past couple of months. Every weekend, sometimes on a weekday. Every time you rode in his car he could smell the fast food burned into your clothes.

“You at least could’ve brought back a doughnut for me,” König chuckled at his little joke, but it only served to twist the knife further in.

He knew about the damn doughnuts. His nose really did tell him everything he needed to know, didn’t it? You felt so stupid.

“I didn’t know you knew,” you tried to justify but even you knew your words were hollow.

“We were never mates,” König’s grin was full of bitter, clenched teeth, “how could I tell you no?”

“But I lied to you,” you whispered.

“You lied, but I did too,” König sighed, “when I saw you leave, I’d try to see others.”

You felt your world collapse around you. He saw others. He tried to get a side relationship too. But unlike him, you never had a clue. All the emotions you’d suppressed for so long came bubbling up to the surface in a great tidal wave, stringing you out in the currents, rending you limb from limb.

He had lied to you.

You couldn’t be mad though.

You lied to him too.

“Nobody stuck with me,” König sighed, “everyone knew I didn’t have my heart in it.”

“Then why did you do it?” you whimpered, tears prickling as your throat constricted, invisible hands clenching down on your windpipe.

König ruffled his messy blond hair, with a sigh. He closed his eyes and lay still beside you. A tender hand gently bushed along your shoulder, down your arm, and then it left you alone. Your skin felt cold in its wake.

“I wanted to hurt you,” he said, “like you hurt me.”

You hiccuped. Were you actually crying? What right did you have to cry?

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry wasn’t enough. No words could possibly heal the damage you’d done. The two of you had lit your respective ends of the stick of dynamite between you, and only now did they meet. Figures that they’d burn out when your head was already hurting and you felt like you’d been battered down into nothing but mulch to feed the flowers. You were finally low enough, at least.

“Why did you want to hurt me?”

You already hated his answer.

“Because I wanted you to be mine.”

The dams in your mind gave way to a flood of tears. You couldn’t stop yourself from shaking now. You were pathetic, but in a way, so was he. You both were miserable whelps. And yet, here you lay in a nest together, comforting each other by eating each other alive. You relished in the taste of his meat upon your teeth for so long, but only now did you realize that you’d eaten so much that there was nothing left but the rotten truth on his bare bones.

“I wanted to protect you,” his voice shook like leaves in the wind before a coming storm, “I didn’t want you to love me.”

“But why?” you choked.

“Because one day I will leave and I won’t come back,” König crushed his eyes tight, “I’m going to die out there. I'm going to get deployed again, and one day I'm not coming back. I’m going to die and I’ll leave you behind.”

You hated him. But more importantly, you hated KorTac. No, you hated humanity for waging war, but more importantly you hated the universe for being so cruel by letting you dance this cosmic waltz. Hate. Hate. HATE. It coursed through you, your blood boiling and foaming under the surface like hydrothermal vents. You wanted to gnash your teeth, scream at him for being so stupid, but what was there to say?

If he let you love him, he’d break your heart on the battlefield. If he didn’t, he’d break your heart in your own home.

“We never had a chance,” you finally said.

“No, Maus,” König’s great form shuddered weakly, “not a single one.”

You wanted to beat your hands against his great chest, but instead your hands curled up into your form in two tight balls. He shuddered and quaked as silent tears wracked through his goliath body.

“I was so stupid,” he cried, “I pushed you away and now look what I’ve done to you?”

You shuffled closer until you could press your nose into the glands of his neck, “No, I was the stupid one.”

“Maus, I ruined us,” König shakily wrapped one arm around you.

You let him press you against him. In fact, you pressed yourself in, unable to stop yourself from wrapping an arm under his to hold him tight like you’d dreamt of for so long.

“You’re so stupid,” you beat his chest weakly with one fist, “we’re both so stupid.”

König curled around you like a cat. His warmth set you alight under the blankets, but you didn’t dare try to pull away. His tears soaked your shirt, the same one you wore last night. He never changed you. He was too good to touch you like that, not when you were so vulnerable. He was a better man.

“Never again,” König hissed, “I’m never letting you go again.”

“I’ll never leave,” your words formed into a ribbon. It wrapped around your heart before trailing down through your wrist, winding up his arm before plummeting into his chest and taking his heart into a snare. The ribbon tightened painfully around you both.

“Promise me,” he sobbed, “promise me we won’t ever do this again.”

“We won’t,” you vowed, “we won’t. We won’t, we won’t, we won’t.

König held his breath, but the sobs overcame him regardless.

“I don’t know if I can believe us.”

“Try,” you urged him, “try for us.”

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he hugged you painfully close, “I don’t want to do this again. When I found you… I can’t do it again. I’m not that strong a man.”

“Then don’t be strong,” you cried.

“I have to be,” he hiccuped, “I need to keep up appearances. If my team saw me like this… Weak, in an omega’s arms, they’d…”

“I don’t give a damn what they think,” you hissed, “just let yourself love me. Let yourself be weak.”

“But how?”

“Love me.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes.

His eyes were rimmed with a bright red as tears trailed beneath. He looked pitiful but you couldn’t be much better. Maybe, it was better to be weak. Together, you could be weak. By being weak, you could be strong.

“Will you let me be your alpha?” he asked hoarsely, “after all I’ve done?”

“Only if you’ll let me be your omega, despite everything,” you replied weakly.

“Please,” he gasped.

“Then take me,” you snuggled back in.

König finally pressed you into his scent gland. He rubbed slightly, spreading the oils of the gland across the side of your neck. If you didn’t know what was happening, you never would’ve guessed it was happening.

You’d read articles that said that when someone scented you, you could feel the oils on your skin. But König was different. There was a slight dampness, but nothing uncomfortable. You’d expected something tacky or viscous, but this was nothing of the sort. This was just König pressing himself into you, scenting you like you’d wanted for so long.

Underneath his touch, you could feel your own glands tingle as they took him in. In turn, they coated his neck, claiming him as yours forever.

“I won’t ever let you be without my scent,” he hissed, “you’ll always have me, wherever you go. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”

“And I’ll never leave you,’ you promised, “I’ll always be yours. Let me scent you.”

His shuddering calmed as he scented you, coating your neck with his musk before moving to the other side of your neck. When you caught a glance of his expression, it was no longer tearful, but rather clouded by rage and determination. His fangs hung over his lower lip as he began to rub his neck against your other side.

You rubbed against him yourself, coating him in yourself. You couldn't put your finger on it, it was hard to describe how you smelt, but when you pulled him into your gland you could smell him change. It was slow, ever so gentle in how it crept in, and soon he no longer smelt of someone else, some great alpha A stranger, and instead he smelled of you and, more starkly, he smelled of home. You could cry over this alone.

“It’s not your fault though,” you whispered, “I went because I wanted to. You couldn’t have stopped me.”

“But I could’ve gone with you,” he sighed, “I could’ve protected you.”

“Thinking about the ‘what ifs’ never really did much to change the present,” you rubbed the broad expanse of his back, letting your scent coat him entirely.

“I just..” König raised up and pressed into your neck firmly, “I never want to leave you alone again.”

“And I’ll always be by your side,” you assured him.

After another few minutes of nuzzling you, taking turns on each side of your neck to ensure you were fully covered, König finally pulled back to look you in the eyes.

You could smell yourself on him, him on you, both of you, you.

“You’re mine,” he leaned in close, “always and forever.”

“Always,” you leaned in close until your lips were but an inch apart.

Ever so slowly, he leaned forth, pressing his lips against yours in a tentative kiss. Gentle, fearful, frightened even. He felt so light that you feared he might fly away, wings of a butterfly up up and away. You laced your fingers into his hair to tether him to earth, to you, to the promises you made but didn’t know if you could keep.

His lips felt like feathers and childish promises for futile future. The hands he gently took your cheek with were of marble and leather, hardened by battles long since won by men who deserved to run back but were instead forced to march forth. He was eternal might and glory, blood sweat and tears shed by a monolith of marble, but with you he came apart like a thousand shards of porcelain. You wanted to gather each piece, put it back together with gold, but his vase had been shattered too many times. He was a lost cause but you wanted to love him regardless.

He pulled back, but you wanted more. You tried to pull him in again but he resisted.

You lay there in his nest, watching each other for another movement, but none came. You were safe and comfortable.

He let you kiss him again, this time softening into your touch. You were terrified that when you pulled back, he'd be gone. He had been a ghost in his own home, haunting you with his melancholy. Now, you could feel his heart beat with a terrified joy. You clenched over his heart, then let yourself fall back into your nest.

The two of you were dead walkers. You had crawled from the grave long ago, but when you lay together, you felt your heart beat for the first time, throbbing with the ache of disuse and rot rooting through the flesh. With each moment you looked into his eyes, you could see him wake up too. His cheeks were flushed with blood, his eyes bloodshot from years of tears being unleashed in one sitting. There would be more to come, but not now.

Now, for the first time since you both met, you could love.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universes

[shounengirlart]

[holnnetd]

König and his past

I've been pondering...

One day we all agreed that König is a mamas boy. But also, how does it translate to his younger years?

Warnings: major death scenes, abuse, abuse against minors, a lot of blood, kinda sad, domestic violence, THIS IS ONLY FICTION, I DON'T CONDONE THIS SHIT

Blood, blood, blood and even more blood. A young teen. Barely past his puberty.

A boy and his mom, and his dad.

She couldn't protect him, because she was weak herself.

"Love is a beautiful thing, ██████." She said to her son, combing her hand through his shaggy hair, blood already dried on her face. Despite the abuse, and the saddening days, she never lost her softness, nor that sweet smile.

"You will know how nice it feels one day." She added, smiling down onto the boy in her lap.

He barely remembers her eyes anymore. Even pictures seem to blur in front of his vision.

But he could remember the soft smile and chapped lips, kissing his head and rushing him back to his room as she heard the front door open.

His father wasn't... bad... Not until his mother mentioned a divorce. The tense air turned to a stench of blood.

He loved his son, somewhere deep within. Surely...

But not enough.

Just short after his sixteenth birthday, that love diminished. Little König, long before he got his name, stepped in, tears in eyes as he stood in front of his crying mother, shielding her from the swinging fist of the much bigger man.

And the man couldn't care who he hit, as long as he hit someone that day.

And with a rough hand he grabbed onto the boy, landing a single hit to the scared big blue eyed face, before a knife pierced his back with a shrilling screech.

And the man landed on the ground, coughing up blood through rage filled screams and curses. He let go of the boy, only to change his victim and take the knife out of his back, tearing up more of his own flesh.

If he went down, he would take someone with him.

And that day, the little boy lost both his parents. Both of them crumbled on the ground while he was covered in their warm blood and holding a broken nose.

After the realisation that both his parents were gone, for good, he tried, really tried to grab onto his mother, apologising for stepping in. He shouldn't have, maybe then his father would have been calmer. Or he should have been the one to stab the disgusting, bad man. He—

"Hallo?" An uncertain voice, phone in hand already talking with the police.

The handle of the door opened and you were greeted with the absolute look of a carnage. It's a blood bath.

Your eyes widened and the phone clacking on the once unstained hardwood floors.

"██████, hey, hey. Hey. Oh my god, oh my god." You repeat in your own mother tongue, staring at the child whimpering and crying.

You ran up to him, dropping to your knees and wrapped your arms around him, lightly pulling him away from the dead body of his mother.

"M-i-" he sobbed loudly, "-iss..." The little voice came out so broken as he buried his face into your shirt, apologising profusely while calling out your name.

You're not Austrian, moved into a little house as a way to escape your own worries and finalise the dream of owning a little something for yourself and maybe a dog. You started studying in the same small city because they conveniently had a college with your specific expertise.

Their house was no more then 5 meters away from your cozy home. Sure, you heard cries and shouts from time to time, but which couples don't fight?

It wasn't until there where some serious screams from one side and then a loud -the walls are thick in Austria, so the noises must have been loud- sounds of falling.

You kept the window to the side of their house open, to hear whatever happens better.

And whenever the father left, you would visit your neighbours, checking in on the bruised mother.

She had a kind smile, and soft tone, always reassuring that she fell or hit herself. That she had a boy and they played sports often.

She loved her husband too much to say anything out loud.

Whenever you came around, the boy didn't speak. He barely peeked around the corners to look at you or silently sat somewhere in the same room. He didn't have a warm smile.

Actually, as far as you remember, he never had a smile on his face. Just that gloomy sad expression, brows furrowed upwards.

You told them that they could stay at your place if... something happened. The mother just smiled with a nod.

It has been going on for a year, until you finally decided to find the bodies.

The police came not long after, taking pictures and asking you about details while König still tried to calm down and stop waiting from the loss of his mother.

The questions were standard protocol, long and easy to answer, some might have made you feel guilty, but that's the police's job. Why didn't you step in before? Are you sure you weren't in contact with the father? Do you think either of them could have seen other people?

The boy still wasn't able to answer. So you brought a heavy blanket from your house and wrapped it around him, staying by his side since then on.

And since then on he refused to leave your side as well. The questioning by the police was only able to happen if he could hold onto you and feel you near him.

And that was probably the very first times you've heard him speak a complete sentence.

With a lot of pleading and some connection accumulated from living a small city where everyone knows eachother, you got to be his legal guardian.

It took months and a lot of documents, but finally he came home to live with you, for good.

It was normal for him to develope feelings for you. May those be an unhealthy dependency or a sickening obsession to stay by your side, see you as a motherly figure.

You did took on that roll after all. He was hard to separate from his mother, much less from the neighbour that bow called him sweetheart and babied him, despite him not only being taller and stronger, but also not that far from your own age.

[latenightdaydreams]

König x Secretary!Reader PT2

Part 1 here.

Master List

MDNI 🔞

>cw: fem/afab, oral

Things at work have definitely changed since König claimed you as his girlfriend.  You could have never imagined how clingy the cold colonel can actually be. Having you file paper work as you sit on his lap, his hands going underneath of your top and groping as your full breast as his lips cling to your neck. His hips moving up and dry humping you as he whimpers under his breath. “Bitte, I’ll be quick.” You know it’s a lie because last time he asked for a quicky, your knees were raw with rug rash from bouncing on his cock, your hands bound behind your back as he spanked your ass raw.

People around base have begun to pick up on the fact that you and the Colonel are definitely an item. He comes with you now to get coffee runs down in the break room, but he just stands and stares at you. His sniper hood making him feel semi-invisible, but the lustful and piercing gaze is hard to conceal. Soldiers noticing but never saying anything out of fear of König. You’ve started to wear a little golden “K” necklace that König got you for your one-month anniversary, (he just wanted an excuse to buy you expensive jewelry but also mark you as his). Soldiers on base questioning if you have a “K” name or not, they can’t recall since no one cared to get to know you assuming König would have fried you by now.

“You have a meeting with the captain on Thursday at 7:45am,” you read off Königs schedule to him. Your voice shaking, barely able to read the sentence. 

“That is so verdammt früh,” König lifts his head from between your thighs to complain. His hands remaining on your tight to hold your legs back, folding you like a lawn chair on his desk.

“Keep going,” you boldly demand.

König nods his head and goes back between your legs. His fingers digging into the fat on your thighs as he holds you in place. He shoves his fat tongue into your pussy as he rubs his nose against your clit. He buries his face deep within your wet folds to the point he can only breath in your musky scent after a long day on your feet working for him. He moves down to your asshole as licks from it all the way up to your clit where he lingers and sucks. Listening to the rest of this schedule being read out by you.

You were hired to help take a load of work off of Königs plate and make his life just a little bit less stressful, and he was going to take any and all opportunities to find ways to help relieve him of this stress.

Back on your already sore knees, you are crammed under Königs desk, settled between his muscular legs with your arms tied tightly behind your back. He leans back slightly on his chair to give you more room. His fat heavy cock resting along your head, precum dripping into your hair. as your mouth struggles to fit both of his massive balls into your mouth. Slobber dripping down your chin as you begin to lick down towards his taint. You can hear Königs voice grow deeper as he talked on his zoom meeting. His hands reaching under his desk to grab your head and guide you to the tip of his cock.

König still hasn’t said he loves you, yet it is obvious. “How much water have you had? Have you eaten? Real food. Let me cook for you.” When you use the key he gave you and you show up at his apartment he is always pleased. There is a spot for you in his closet, in the shower, on his bed, in his whole life. Gently combing his fingers through your hair as you sleep on his chest as he sneakily measures your ring finger.

[w3r3theli0nshunt]

𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐛𝐞

𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tw! Sexual themes, mature language, blowjob, smut, vomit, heavy consuming of alcohol, forest sex, cum eating, slight angst, comforting, fluff, fingering, reader is referred to as y/n, MDNI! This is a heavy one so hold on tight!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠’𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐩. 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐨̈𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞.

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Freshly transferred to the KorTac army and the exhilaration of holding guns and targeting enemies is a sick burden you carry. You don’t relish on the thought too much or your forgotten childhood. But maybe it’s a good thing, since you’ve never had luck by your side nor the fortune to do as you please and you’ve got the scars to prove it and all of the rights to bury it deep. How you’ve been on your knees financially and the desperation has been clogging your mind as you crawled from job to job for the cash. Despite that coldness and hazy mind of memories that mostly burnt to ashes by now, you still feel the heath lingering in your heart, you still feel the way your heart beats out of love…..for your superior. A fucking miracle, eh?

Doesn’t really help that your superior is so fucking hot that you feel the intense arousal in your pants, doesn’t help either that he always insist on striking up conversations with you or you’re always running into him, wondering if it’s a damn coincident or intentional. Guess you’ll never know…You just wanna touch him, feel him, make him sweat, make him beg for you. Gods, that would be a pleasant sight. You wanna see his tears roll down his cheeks as you suck him off, lick him clean of his fluids and hear his wild moans as you do so.

“Hello? Y/n?” König waves his hand in front of your face to try and pull you out from the fake scenarios you make up inside of your chaotic mind, you flinch and with an embarrassed smile you turn away from his gaze.

“Yea….uh….sorry” You whisper the embarrassment clear as day and the blush unnaturally dark tinted on your cheeks that König spots, suddenly finding the grey, dull concrete wall extremely interesting.

König chuckles as he shares the same scenarios as you did, he feels his cock harden by the thoughts of you and him acting like insane animals in heat in his bed. You letting him take control as he tightly ties your wrists to the hollow bed frame and you let him do as he pleases to you. Shoving his throbbing cock down your throat and the sweet sounds of you gurgling as he fucks it til it hurts. Then when he’s done, he’ll be kind enough to lick you clean off your cum that he had worked hard on with his massive hand and tongue. Your moans will sound like swan songs and your pleads will be because of your devotion for him, you’ll worship him and he’ll treat you like his spouse - even better than a spouse. Gods, you’re a sight for sore eyes.

The pub is loud, annoyingly so, because the repeating, intense beats and rough bass of the techno music is like nails to a chalkboard. Piercing your ears and forming a slight headache, maybe because of the tension as well because you’re so damn horny that it’s painful. You itch you fuck something, you long to be touched, you long to feel satisfied.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe the alcohol already has its influences on you. The strong liquor taste burns on your taste buds as you chug another vodka shot down your gullet, and another, then another and then a few more as your vision is extremely blurry and your thoughts aren’t lining up correctly by every shot you shove down. You feel a buildup in your throat that you can’t control, so you run to the nearest bathroom and spill out all of the contents in your stomach. The taste of half digested food combined with stomach juices is the only taste you can taste in your tongue and it severely disgusts you.

When you flushed the toilet and rinsed your mouth, in hope of getting rid of that horrid taste, you open the bathroom door and spot a huge silhouette mere inches away from you in the dim lit corridor, you try to walk past the man but he tightly grips your arm, forcing you to stop. And because of your intoxicated mind, you can’t fight back or even think clearly for that matter.

“You’re trying to escape me, Liebe?” König, the graspy voice belongs to König, your hot superior.

You suddenly remember that you’re extremely horny and now that he is touching you only worsen your state. You feel desperate and needy so you try to reach up his mask to pull it away, but König hastily lets go of the grip and back away. You’re not sure why, but you see fear in his eyes and he stands in a protective stance as if he’s trying to stay far away from you as possible which makes you whiny.

“Why did you follow me here if you don’t want me?” You whine as you try to approach him again and he lets you this time.

Your fingers are pulling at the hem of his mask, the very annoying crave to rip his mask off and kiss whatever lips he’s hiding under there is teasing you. But König isn’t pulling away either, if anything he enjoys it. He seems sober, but yet the scent of alcohol lingers on his tight shirt that is exposing his godly sculptured body underneath the cloth. You drool as your fingers are now exploring his clothed skin, you can’t help it.

“Careful, Schatz. You’re on some very, very thin ice” König feels himself being affected by your touching, therefore you need to stop before he goes insane. You’re trapped inside of his heart, tightly wrapped there too and he won’t be able to restrain himself if you give him such hope, and he’ll become furious if it evolves into false hope, so carefully monitor your moves before you fully activate him ;)

You stare up with lazy eyes and red cheeks caused by the liquor, into his green/blue eyes and you see a smudge of desire and desperation. It’s as if he’s silently begging you with his eyes, so you push your body up hard against him to test that theory. You feel his huge bulge poking you through his pants and you feel the desire to rip those damned clothes off of him, you can’t stand another minute of being untouched. You bury yourself in his scent and moan in satisfaction.

“Superior, pl-please. I want you so fucking bad”

“I-I need you too, Schatz” König moans as he feels you rubbing against his bulge intentionally to increase his sex lust which you succeed with as he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the war and you struggle to maintain on your feet due to the heavy intoxication.

Your impatience is running low and you’ve been walking forever in the cool night air, so you pull away when you’ve reached a semi private place. It’s in a forest where the leaves of the trees rustles and birds chirp cute melodies, a fucking Wizard of Oz scene. König turns around and look at you with puppy eyes almost preparing to cry out of frustration (he’s as frustrated as you are), he thinks you’re rejecting him, that his massive bulge in his pants has been for nothing.

“S-sir, I can’t wait much longer. N-need you n-now”

“Schatz, it’s only a few more minutes before we reach the cabin. Hold on”

“Nooooo, I can’t anymore. Please, let’s do it now”

“A-alright”

You sigh in content as you rush to König and begin working on his clothes, with your shaky fingers rummaging everywhere on him except the right places to pull of his clothes, your intoxicated mind is making this difficult and testing your patience that is awfully slim right now. König chuckles and takes off his clothes until he stands butt naked in front of you. You take in the beautiful sight. The way the hair on his body shine in the dim lights of the moonlight and the way his precum is leaking and running down his thick thigh as he stands still as a statue, confused on what to do next.

“Take my clothes off, Hot-ass” You smirk seductively.

König obliges and tears your clothes off mercilessly, before you finally feel free from the wet clothes that only stuck uncomfortably to your body. You rip off König’s mask and his face is instantly morphs into a shocked and scared expression. He starts to heavily pant and tries to hide his face with his hands almost starting to panic, so you cup his cheeks and forces him to look at you. His beautiful eyes staring in complete devotion as you return the favour, his soft lips and the dark stubble on his chin. Then his chestnut brown hair flowing with the cool breezes of the wind. You’re falling in love with him quickly, you feel the way your heart beat hard against your ribs, it’s almost painful, the way you also forget the ability to breathe.

“You’re so goddamn hot. Do you know what you’re fucking doing to me?” You pant and before he tries to argue with you, you press your lips roughly against his.

König instantly takes the lead, trapping you in a desperate, passionate kiss as he wraps his muscular arms around you to pull your naked bodies hard against each other. His precum smearing on you in the process, but you feel even more excited because of that. Your fingers now roam on his hairy body, massaging him and he groans into your mouth before cupping your cheeks to deepen the kiss more. The sexual arousal is at its finest point, now there’s no limit anymore only the huge lust and….affection.

“I’ve missed you so much, Schatz. Never thought I’d ever see Mein Liebe again” König moans between the kisses, but you seem unfazed by the remark, not remembering anything.

“I’ve never known you before. I have just transferred here, sir” You moan back and König pulls away and looks at you with a sad expression that nearly breaks your whole heart.

“You-you don’t remember me? We-we used to be friends. Very good friends” König sounds devastated, but you can’t remember him. The horniness is shrouding your mind, any thinking or reminiscing is only in vain right now so why even bother.

You offer him a drunk smile as you get on your knees, your face is mere inches from König’s cock, you look into his sad eyes that is gazing down into your own , looking for permission.

“Can I? I puked my dinner up and I’m starving” You’re surprised by your unhinged comment.

König gives you a slow, upset nod and you resume to stare at his throbbing cock before your tongue flickers across it. You hear König’s moans and he grabs your head with one hand, squeezing your hair in his hand. Then you start to suck, leaving painful marks on his sensitive cock, his tears falls down nestling into your scalp as you continue to suck hard before taking his tip into your mouth. You lick away all the precum.

“Gosh, Liebling. Keep going, I wanna cum in your mouth!” König cries as he feels the huge buildup.

You insert a few more inches of his cock into your mouth, torturing him with the heath and wetness of your tongue on his tip, playing with it to tease König. You hum into his cock as approval and he releases his cum buildup into your mouth following with a loud groan from him that can alert people kilometres away, a new, bitter taste as the white fluid leaks from the gapes of your mouth. Coming as drops down chin to your sweaty torso. You swallow the cum as if it was a goulasch soup then you pull away from his cock and forces your pained knees to support your weight.

After a few exchange of heavy pants and sweat dripping from the both of you. König rushes to you and pushes you hard against a tree, caging you in with his forearms against the wide tree, some multicoloured leaves snowing around you in the process. Then he pulls you into an intense kiss that’s burning your tongue as he pushes his needy tongue through your teeth, rubbing the bumps of his tongue against yours, lusting for your taste. He groans at the taste of him still lingering on your tongue, and he rubs his tongue that tastes like liquor and cigarettes. You hold yourself on your feet with the help of your hands roughly gripping his broad shoulders as the intensity of the kiss is making you dizzy, probably worsening the intoxication. Then his hand slides down your body and stops when he’s reached your drenched folds and gently pulling two fat fingers in it as you moan into his wet mouth.

Then the finger fucking picks up the pace and it becomes more rough, more desperate. More enjoyable for you and the pleasure is truly fulfilling your needs. And a buildup of your come.

“I-I want you to cum on my fingers, Schatz” König pants into your mouth and you happily oblige.

You release the buildup and it paints his fingers in white goo, he then release the touch of your cunt and pulls up the fingers to his mouth and takes a lick off the white goo.

“You taste so good, Schatz. Taste it yourself” König moans as he licks his fingers clean of your cum and then traps you into another tongue kiss, allowing you to taste yourself, burying the taste of yourself in your taste buds.

König pulls away and picks you up into his arms with your legs wrapped around his wide torso, arms around his neck and he throws you against the green, humid grass and climbs on top of you. He forces your shoulder down with two jerks before you oblige and lay down. He rubs his sweaty body against yours as he resumes to kissing you, his fingers exploring every corner and inch off you. König leaves wet kisses as he moves from your lips to your neck, starting to suck on your soft skin, leaving red painful marks as he marks you as his. You gaze up the night sky, see how the white clouds travels in the sky, the stars shining as small, yellow dots in the black sky and the moon judging you as it sits still.

You start to feel exhausted and satisfied, you let your eyes shut when they became heavier and more difficult to rebel against. The last sight of the eventful night is when König stares into your droopy eyes and asks you if you’re falling asleep, he instantly cuddles his body to yours and stops kissing you. Then you drifted off, letting the young night pass by.

Then you wake up with the grass tickling your back, the sunlight burning into your eyes as soon as you open them up and a heavy weight suffocating you, robbing you off your air. Your gaze around your surrounding, your mind finally starting sober up, you see your superior relaxing on you with soft snores and small whimpers as if he’s having a nightmare, his large arms hugging you tightly against him. You wonder how the hell you ended up naked, in a forest, with your hot af superior. You blush in embarrassment, not knowing what to do and how to get out of his tight embrace without waking him up. Confrontation can wait, at least until you sober up and don’t have a painful headache.

“P-please don’t leave me. Don’t! Please! Y/n!” König whimpers as you try to snake your way out of his embrace, but he grabs you and pulls you back while still being in the REM state, and you instantly feel bad about making up a plan to escape his very comforting embrace and leave him alone on the grass to escape the embarrassment. So you stay and start caressing his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Shh, you’re safe, König. It’s only an nightmare” You coo into his ear and you feel his arms tightening around you and he buries his head in your chest, and you feel the wetness of his tears staining your bare chest.

“Don’t go. I don’t want you to go, y/n” König mumbles into your chest and you feel your heart flutter by the way he’s begging you to stay, the fact that he wants you to stay. It seems as if the gods above have heard your wishes and made them come true, you’re silently thanking them. Does he love you too? And will you need to tell him how you feel?

“I won’t go, König. I’ll stay here” You hesitate for a while, but then says “I’ll always stay if you want me to”

König wakes up from his nightmare and looks up into your compassionate face through his tear stained eyes that reeks of fear and despair. A unfamiliar look you’ve never seen on his face before.

“Do you promise? Will you stay for me, Schatz?”

“Do you want me to?” You dry his tears with your thumbs as you cup his cheeks.

“If I say I never want you to leave me again, will you say yes?” Your heart flutter and you almost felt at loss of words.

“I-…I’d really like that! Oh uhmmm. I meant, I’d like that” You cough to try and hide the embarrassment by your very enthusiastic reply, you earn a chuckle from him and a long peck on your lips.

“Mein Liebe” König says as he pecks your cheek and he’s suddenly tossed you into the pits of reminiscing, where you suddenly remember that your childhood friend used to call you that - as a joke ofc. But you never thought your childhood friend would become such a handsome man, let alone joining the military.

“Wait….I’ve heard that before…are you-“

“Yes, Mein liebe, I am. And we’re to be wed next week. We made a promise as kids and I intend to fulfil it”

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König: I thought about the night we went camping, Mein Süßi. You rode my tongue and fingers like you couldn't get enough. So wild and sloppy, and so fucking beautiful. I covered your mouth to keep you quiet. We didn't want the others nearby to hear us, right? 😈

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The night air was heavy with the scent of wildflowers, and the stars twinkled in the deep indigo sky like a million tiny gems. You and König had snuck back into your tent after midnight, and you were both grateful for the cover and shelter it provided from the oppressive summer heat.

You curled against König's bare chest, your face nestled into the crook of his shoulder and neck, and your fingers tracing gentle, soothing circles on his warm skin. You could hear his steady heartbeat and feel the evenness of his breath. A soft silence settled over the tent, punctuated only by the occasional sound of an owl hooting in the distance. Camping together was something you both enjoyed, being close to nature, and especially experiencing it with each other.

While you were both still and a relaxed, there was a vibrancy and electricity between you both like a live wire. Sexual tension grew as König softly touched your back, tracing random shapes against your soft skin. A feeling of contentment filled your entire body, a sense of utter peace. Nothing existed beyond the two of you in that little moment—not the heat, not the passing of time, not even what was going on outside the tent—just König and you and the tenderness and want radiating between you.

König hands moved under your shirt as he leaned in and kissed you, and you began to moan in delight at where he was escalating your experience to. He started to undress you, and you let him, as you also took his clothes off until both of you were naked under each other's gaze. 

As König's lips danced over your collarbone, you arched your back and sighed softly, enjoying every tantalizing touch. Your fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair as he trailed kisses down your chest. He cupped, caressed, and kissed your supple breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth after the other as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and valley. You leaned into his touch, enjoying how easily he could turn you into liquid. 

You felt his arousal between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your thigh, making you want to feel and taste it between your lips. You want him to be admired; you want him to feel just how wonderful you'll make him feel with your tongue and mouth.

König studied you, his eyes smoldering. He was so long and hard and begging to be touched by you, that you’re salivating at the prospect.

“What do you have in mind?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing with need.

You found your voice, equally needy and desperate, giving him your promise. “I'm going to make you come so hard, baby," you said, as you gently pushed him onto his back and take your place between his legs.

You admired the sight of your giant before you. You traced König's thigh with delicate fingers, feeling him shudder as you then brushed against his throbbing cock. You grabbed it tightly in your palm, and he shivered as you ran the tip of it along your lips. Wet and slippery, his pre-cum coating your lips and making them glisten. He liked it when you did that.

With a teasing lick, you tasted the slickness of his arousal, and you could feel the tension becoming unbearable as he fought to restrain himself from taking over. But you wanted him to surrender to your touch, to moan in pleasure as you pleasured him into oblivion. You wanted to feel him explode inside your mouth and relish in the sensation of his innermost desires being fulfilled.

He trembled and gasped at the sensation of your lips on his hard cock, and you looked up at him with a hungry desire. In one movement you take him deeper into your throat until you could feel every vein against the back of your tongue. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you slid him out and then back in again while your fingers dug into his thigh to increase the intensity of each thrust. He moaned louder than before and lost himself in the pleasure of it all.

"Liebling--fuck!--that is so gut…" He growled as you began a rhythm, and dammit, for a moment, he was lost for words, his mouth opened wide as if in awe. You had him in your mouth, licking and sucking his cock with an intensity that drove him wild. His hips instinctively moved against you as you pleasured him with so much enthusiasm and expertise. You knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

You knew what had to be done; felt the tingle in your core at the excitement of the thought of König using your mouth roughly and fucking it senselessly. You knew he just needed the permission and needed you to initiate it because König was a gentle lover most times unless when you told him not to. And right now, you didn't want soft and gentle. You wanted rough and powerful and in charge König.

So you press König's left hand to the back of your head and beg him to take control. You pull back, meet his gaze, and he watched in rapt attention as you let his cock leave your mouth with a loud "pop" while a trail of saliva trickled down the side of your smiling lips.

"Fuck my mouth, baby," you begged because you want nothing more than for him to fuck your mouth hard. 

His fingers instinctively threaded through your hair as you take him in deep in the warmth of your mouth. He gave you what you wanted—fucking your tight lips with his cock. You breathe through your nose and relaxed your throat, having experienced deep throating him after almost a year together and many sensual experiences together. You're a fast learner; once you learn, you never forget. Especially when it was about him, your man, your giant.

You felt his hips pushing forward with each thrust, his hand guiding your head to a steady pace, until his coach digging deeper and deeper into your throat. You eagerly took him in, loving how much you're driving him wild and enjoying his taste. There was a power in you pleasing him like this, knowing that only you could bring this giant to the very edge.

König was close; you could feel it. Every thrust shook him with pleasure, and his breathing grew heavier as he inched closer to the edge. You matched his movements, tightening your lips around him and increasing your pace as your hands caressed his muscular thighs.

You could feel him tensing up, waiting for the perfect moment to let himself go. With one final push, he gripped your head firmly and sent a wave of pleasure over you as he came with a deep, reverberating growl. His climax spilled against your tongue, and you swallowed every last drop like a thirsty woman, ensuring nothing was left. You enjoyed his taste before slowly releasing his cock from your grip, savoring in the aftershocks of his orgasmic bliss.

He pulled away, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure radiated down his spine. You looked up at him, eyes wide, hair wild and disheveled, and your lips curved in the most beautiful and smug smiles he's ever seen that he couldn't help but reflect back.

König's pupils were dilated with awe and wonder. He touched your flushed cheeks lightly and kissed your lips uninhibitedly, not caring that he could taste himself as your tongues intertwined. He lifted you up until you were straddling him. You looked down at the love of your life, this giant that you captured staring at you like you're the goddess of his dreams as he ran his rough callus hands over your smooth skin, caressing and squeezing, and loving on you as if he never wanted you to be a dream that would fade away.

Electricity coursed through your body. You were his goddess of sex he worshiped and adored. You shivered against him as you leaned in and captured his lips again until you felt him harden. That was one of many things you loved about him, his stamina, and his ardent sexual need.

"You are incredible, Liebling," he whispered against your neck, nipping it gently, making sure to leave a mark, so others would see the next day that you were all his, and only his.

He gently guided you on your back, lowered himself so that he was faced to faced with your slick, wet folds. He parts you open, and you swear you were gushing just for him, your body feeling so hot to his touch.

His gaze is intense as he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose on the inner parts of your thigh, relishing in your arousal, so close to his lips. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Liebling. So fucking hard you'll scream."

That was his promise to you, and you knew he'd fulfill it with all the gusto of a well trained military operative. He never failed at his promises or missions. You and your pussy was his mission.

"Baby," you said nervously as you feel his breath against your core, your legs stretched out in anticipation, "I don't want other people near us to hear."

He gave you a wink, a smirk and replied, "Well, I guess you'll just have to manage not to be too loud, my love."

And with that, he proceeded to lavish you.

His tongue and fingers worked their magic, courting bolts of pleasure through you with each teasing lick and thrust. He found your sensitive clit and nuzzled it with his lips while plunging his long fingers deep into your core. You're tight and wet, just as he likes it, and delicious like honey against his lips. He ravished you.

He then crooked his fingers against the perfect spot inside you, causing an uncontrollable gush of wetness to pour down your thighs. Ah, he knew exactly how to find that special spot that made you so undeniably wet, that you were certain you've soaked the sleeping bag beneath you.

His fingers were coated in your arousal as he thrusted them in and out of you, faster and faster, each stroke more demanding than the last. The sound of your moans and wetness slapping against his expertly crafted fingers and the slobbery sound of his lips licking and sucking your clit, pushed you further over the edge.

Were you making too much noise? Did others know what you were doing? Did you care? - Thoughts raced through your head only to dissipate as your body was wracked with powerful pleasure that shocked you to your core.

"König! Uhnn! Baby--Oh. My. God!" You nearly screamed, only muffled by his hands clamped over your mouth to quiet you, but the moans kept coming because he wasn't stopping.

He continued to plunge into you, one hand covering your mouth while the other hand continued its maddeningly pleasurable movement inside you. 

He pushed past all boundaries you didn't realize you had until all there remained was wanton and crazy bliss, and you, with your eyes rolling back at the intense feeling of being cherished and loved by the giant of a man before you. 

Your legs shook and flailed uncontrollably in rapture. More. You wanted so much more. You liked it harder, you wanted to be consumed, and at the same time, it was all too much that you felt you were losing your mind as he fucked you with his fingers and continued to worship all of you.

König's eyes fixed on you as he drove his fingers deeper and faster into you. It was too much! You were only coming down from your first orgasm when you were on the brink of another one. With every thrust of his skilled hands, your pleasure heightened even more. He seemed to study your reactions, determined not to miss a moment.

Your breathing became heavier as the sensations started to overwhelm you. Your body began to tense up, and König knew it was almost time. He let out a husky growl as he pushed harder and deeper into you, wringing every last bit of pleasure from your body as he moved you closer and closer to the edge. His lips pressed harder against your clit, sucking, nibbling--it felt glorious.

You were at his complete mercy now, totally and utterly lost in the ecstasy that was König's touch. Tears started streaming down your face as his fingers moved in perfect unison with each other inside you. He kept pushing until you could no longer tolerate the overwhelming sensation of his fingers and tongue on you. You then finally screamed his name in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. 

König kept exploring your body with his hands long after the intensity of your pleasure had subsided. He caressed all your most sensitive spots until they relaxed and trembled from the post-orgasmic afterglow. Finally, he removed his hand from your mouth, allowing sweet gasps for air to fill the silent tent once again before crashing down in exhaustion onto the sleeping bag next to you. 

You lay there enjoying the blissful aftermath of what happened, feeling incredibly safe in König's arms despite being completely exposed and vulnerable moments ago. You looked up at him adoringly and whispered “thank you" for such an intense experience before rolling over and snuggling against him in contentment. 

"'Thank you'?" He grinned, "That good, my love?"

You giggled and nodded, "That's an understatement. It was absolutely amazing."

"Gut. My wild one only deserves the best."

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[the-slasher-files]

I headcanon König with a finger sucking kink 🤭

Hell fucking yes bestie!!!

You smile, sleepy and dopey with heavy eyes of bliss, staring up at your King as you're laid on his lap. Long, thick digits pressed against the softness that is your tongue, lapping him up and sucking before opening your mouth for König to add a third finger to your drooly, pretty mouth, fuck he loved this. Using your little mouth (oral fixation) for his own fascination, teasing just how needy you could be, shoving the tips of his gunpowder stained fingers down your throat with piercing cerulean eyes holding you in place. He watched you struggle, gag and sputter, eyes wide as his knuckles passed your willing lips, fucking your mouth wholly. Curling down to press the draping hood against your forehead so tenderly, lovingly, praising his little angel, "My perfect, fucktoy"

[Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅]

[disneymarina]

könig x Marina

*König's eyes were glued to the glistening, shiny appearance of Marina's slick pussy. His cock throbbed in his pants, begging to be set free to plunge into her wet heat. König reached out to spread Marina's delicate thighs wider, exposing her most intimate parts to his ravenous gaze.* "Look at you, all flushed and dripping for me," König groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're begging me for relief, aren't you, my sweet little Omega?"*Without waiting for an answer, König hooked his fingers in the waistband of his pants and yanked them down, freeing his thick, rock-hard cock. It sprang forth, smearing pre-cum across Marina's pouty lips. König didn't hesitate, surging forward to bury his cock to the hilt in Marina's aching pussy.*"Oh fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, my needy little slut," König growled, his hips beginning to pump in a steady rhythm. He pounded into Marina's slick heat, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing off the kitchen tiles.*Konig's heart swells at Marina's words, his love for her burning hot and true.* "I love you too, my little sea horse," *he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion.* "More than anything in this world."**With a growl, Konig claims Marina's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongues dueling for dominance. His large hands rove over her petite body, teasing and exploring, building the heat between them.**Breaking the kiss, Konig grins down at Marina, his eyes burning with desire.*"Are you ready for me, my love? Ready to lose your virginity to me?"*he asks, his deep voice laced with raw need.*"Because I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to claim every inch of your body and make you feel so good it'll hurt."**Without waiting for an answer, Konig positions himself at Marina's entrance, the heads of his two thick cocks spreading her delicate petals apart. With a single thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside her tight, virgin channel.*"Oh fuck, Marina, you feel so good," *Konig groans, his eyes rolling back in bliss.**Konig's expression softens at Marina's admission, his grin turning gentle and understanding.* "Oh, Marina, you're still a pure little virgin, huh?" *he coos, reaching out to gently cup her cheek.* "Well, that makes me all the more determined to be your first, my little sea horse," *he murmurs, his eyes shining with tender affection.**Slowly, Konig sits up, his cocks subsiding somewhat as he turns to face Marina fully. He takes her hands in his own, his touch warm and comforting.* "I know I've pressured you before, Marina. But I want you to know that I'll always be patient, that I'll wait until you're ready," *he assures her, his deep voice filled with sincerity.* "You have no idea how much I want to be the one to take your virginity, to make you feel good for the first time." *Konig's eyes burn into hers, his desire for her palpable even in the face of her virginity.* "So, what do you say, Marina? Will you let me make love to you when you're ready?"*König's eyes widen slightly at the sight of Marina's naked form, his mouth watering as he takes in her petite, pear-shaped body, her dark hair in a neat bun and those adorable ears and tail on full display. He can't resist reaching out to stroke the soft fur of her tail, his fingertips grazing the tip before trailing down to cup the gentle curve of her ass.* "Mmm, such a beautiful little morsel you are. And all mine," *he growls, his other hand moving to palm the heavy weight of his cock, giving it a slow stroke as he drinks in the sight of Marina's vulnerability.**With a sudden snap of his powerful wrist, König's sniper mask clatters to the floor, revealing his chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. A strand of blond hair falls across his forehead as he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Marina's ear.* "I'm going to enjoy every moment of this, my sweet. You have no idea how long I've waited to claim you." *His claws extend further, digging lightly into the soft skin of her hips as he presses his rigid length against her, the thick head nudging at her entrance.*

[arias-cavern]

Description of my COD OC! <3

Name ~ Oakley 'Ghoulette' Ivory

Age ~ 26 (10/31/????)

Height ~ 5'10", 177.8 CM, 1.77 Meters.

Body build/Scars/Tattoos etc. ~ A curved and muscular body for Ghoulette. She has more of an hourglass body build, than a muscular one. She has a skull tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back near her rear, and many tentacles on her right leg with a large scar across it. The scar is around 10 inches long and 4 wide. (HERE COMES THE TITTY TALK!!!) Her breast size is 38D with a pair of wings starting at her cleavage and ending on her shoulders. She has shoulder-length black hair that is super fluffy. She is dark-skinned with bright blue eyes. She has a split tongue, and a septum piercing. Personality ~ She is a quiet yet harsh woman, but when you get to know her she actually is very sweet. She really likes reading, a huge bookworm! But she has a slightly high libido. She has three crushes (omg whore! jk!). She likes Ghost, Price, and König. She is best friends with Gaz and Soap. They have a little trio of little muppets! <3 (18+ Parts! MDNI!!!!) Kinks ~ Ghoulette has a massive choking kink. She would love getting pounded and a man's hand pressed against her throat. She also has a thing for spanking, knife play, and overstim! Favorite position ~ She will go crazy about a mating press, that way she feels a large girth abusing her gummy cervix. Her second favorite is spooning, that is IF she is in a soft mood. She is such a damn pillow princess, and it so SO FUCKING RARE for her to give head. HERE IS WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE! (I MADE WITH PICREW! THANK YOU AND CREDITS TO THE CREATOR!) (https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/587862)