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konigsblog · 3 months

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older-boyfriend könig headcannons ...

cw: large age gap (20s-50s), corruption, superiority and authority kink.

older boyfriend!könig can be so horrible. since he's older, wiser, and much stronger with more experience under his belt, he believes he should have control and authority over your pleasure. any sex toys? thrown away, or hidden out of reach. call him ‘old-fashioned’, but he believes a man should always be in charge of your pleasure.

he especially enjoys corrupting you. during your first time together, he found himself achingly hard as he showed you how a real man would pleasure his girlfriend, not some silly college frat.

your cunt latching and clenching around his fat girth, your tits perky and nipples hardened with arousal. he fucked you ‘til he was aching and tired, watching his greedy girl bounce on his cock excitedly, becoming addicted to the experience könig had and how well he fucked you.

“aren’t you a sweetheart...” könig grunted lowly, his large hand thrown over his eyes as he dragged your hips back and forth lazily, letting you bounce on him as his back was getting sore and stiff. “scheiße, du bist so ein dummes mädchen, kleine maus. du bist so unerfahren…”

older boyfriend!könig who throat trains you. since you're so inexperienced and new to this stuff, könig took matters into his own hands. one large, calloused and scarred hand cupping the back of your head, pushing you down onto his leaking, drooling shaft, listening and degrading you for gagging so loudly.

“weak, my little bunny...” you whimper, cries muffled, your struggle evident as you push at his hips desperately through weeps and pain, tears running down your cheeks. you take his length so, so deep, that when könig wraps his hand around your throat, he can feel himself bulging out. he throws his head back with his breathing hot and exhausted, addicted to feel the feeling of your struggle and nervousness.

just relax, tilt your head back, and let the older gentleman ruin train your throat.

#orla speaks #tw: age gap #tw: age difference #the things i'd do for older boyfriend könig :( 💗💗#konig x you #konig x reader smut #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig #könig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #könig #könig mw2

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starrystevie · 10 months

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steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

#did drugstores back then have fragrance aisles let alone samplers? who's to say just go with it #inspired by me looking cute for work today and forgetting to put on my perfume and wondering if i should stop in to target on my way in #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #steddie headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #steddie fic #is this realistic? absolutely not but ignore that for the blorbos sake #stranger things #stranger things fic

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pansexual-lew · 12 days

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#eurovision 2024 #silvester belt #gåte #nemo #bambie thug #slimane #marcus and martinus #alyona alyona #jerry heil #mustii #silia kapsis #olly alexander #joost klein #luna

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sweetiecutie · 7 months

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Part one: uniform kink~ 🩷Kinktober masterlist🩷

Pairing: König x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, my cranky German, strong language, I’d slurp him right up fr

It wasn’t often that you came to visit your husband on the base - König didn’t really want to show you around his colleges, much rather keeping his private life a secret. The way here was long and tedious - three hours by car just to get to the base - just as much to get back home, but it was always worth it. The moment you entered the privacy of Colonel’s office you were swept right off your feet and sat on top of his working desk - one big hand shoved the hem of your pretty dress up, sliding pink lace of your underwear to the side, calloused fingers toying with cute little button of your swollen clit.

Being away from home, away from you and your sweet cunt, always made König frustrated and needy. He barely undid a zipper of his khaki cargo pants, tucking his throbbing cock out through the slit in his boxers. Using your spit as lube and smearing it all over his length König slid right into your welcoming warmth, his blue eyes rolling at the blissful feeling of your silky walls wrapping around throbbing length.

König was still fully dressed, even his belt was still in place, resting snugly around his torso - numerous pockets attached to it were full of different junk, pair of tactical gloves hanging from the hook at his side, flopping in tandem with each of his thrusts. His hood was long discarded so it didn’t get in the way, plain black cotton of balaclava was wrapped snugly around König’s head, concealed most of his face. But your eyes were transfixed onto his - heavy lidded with pleasure, staring lazily down at you - the only feature of his face visible.

You could see bulky strong muscles rippling repeatedly under the black long sleeve compression shirt König wore - his massive arms and pecs flexing and relaxing with each thrust, the shitty lightning in his office only added structure to his massive built, accentuating it with dark shadows. Harsh pace of his thrusts was making your eyes water, thick thumb on your clit not once stopping abusing it, forcing thick pleasure onto your pliant frame.

- Kleine Schlampe, du magst diesen Schwanz wirklich, ja?* - König growled, his voice hoarse and deep, a mocking edge to his tone. You just managed to mewl out something incoherent in reply, your cunt clenching his dick tighter at the sound of German, making man hiss under his breath. He threw his head back, revealing a delicious-looking snippet of pale skin sitting right under the hem of balaclava. - Fuuuck, missed this pussy so much baby, my hand will never fucking compete.

Your shaky hand flew up to your lips, trying hard to make as little noice as you possibly could - dense cotton of König’s pants subdued the sound of his hips colliding with your bare ass.

- Fucking a Colonel right in his office… But you really don’t care, huh? - he said, by the way his eyes crinkled slightly you could tell that he was smirking. - All you can think about is having this dick buried deep inside you. But don’t worry Liebe*, I’ll make it up for you, for leaving this desperate cunt all alone. Spread your legs wider for me and try not to make much more noise.

And even though leaving your husband for god knows how long was hard, doing so on shaky giving out legs was even harder so💔

Translation:

*little slut, you really like this dick, yes?

*love

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