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Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)
Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.
Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol
Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist
As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D
Boys, workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
There's nothing sweeter than my baby
I'd never want once from the cherry tree
'Cause my baby's sweet as can be
She give me toothaches just from kissin' me
Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.
You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.
“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!”
Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.
“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”
Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders.
You lean into his hand.
“It's ok Simon.”
And with that you let him be.
Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.
“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled.
The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac!
You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König.
The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt,
“Who is this? How did you get this number.”
“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”
His voice changed immediately,
“Schatz! Where are you?”
You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.
“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.
You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.
“You called the Austrian?”
It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.
“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?”
He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him. The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.
“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,
“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!”
You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand.
“I don’t like him.”
You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,
“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth.
“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time.
Boys, when my baby found me
I was three days on a drunken sin
I woke with her walls around me
Nothin' in her room but an empty crib
And I was burnin' up a fever
I didn't care much how long I lived
But I swear I thought I dreamed her
She never asked me once about the wrong I did
You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.
“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”
His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.
“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.
“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.
“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening.
You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions.
“Simon!” He blacks out.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you.
My babe would never fret none
About what my hands and my body done
If the Lord don't forgive me
I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me
When I was kissing on my baby
And she put her love down soft and sweet
In the low lamplight I was free
Heaven and hell were words to me
Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.
“Schatz”
You turn to him in question.
“Are you and the Ghost together.”
The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.
You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.”
König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.
“It's complicated ja?”
You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch.
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant.
“Back the fuck off of them.”
He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon.
“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.
“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.
“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,
“Wha-”
He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.
“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.
“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show.
Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you.
His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.
“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you.
König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully.
He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.
“No, please stay.”
His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment.
“No Dove, let me see you.”
Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed.
“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too.
Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms.
He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,
“I love you.”
When my time comes around
Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.
“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?”
He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you.
“Just thinking Dove.”
He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,
“Just thinking.”
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simon and könig being unable to stop bickering for a second, even when they’re balls deep inside of you. they’ve got you in an Eiffel Tower, könig’s cock filling your glossy pussy while simon stuffs your mouth. it took ages of convincing for them to even consider this position, but eventually they decided to put their discrepancies aside for the sake of you, their precious, spoiled little thing. it didn’t last very long though…
“jackhammer much, mate? you’ve got her choking on me over here.” simon points out, his heavy hand stroking your hair soothingly. könig’s using your hips as leverage, bucking into you at a rabid pace, each of his thrusts lurching your body forward and forcing you to take more of simon’s dick down your poor throat. “what happened to treatin’ the princess with care?”
“it’s okay, she likes it. isn’t that right, maus?”
your cheeks warm up as you hum around simon’s dick noncommittally. nothing gets passed the l.t though, and suddenly he’s gripping you by your hair, pulling your mouth off his cock.
“wait, you let him fuck your face?” he asks, sounding genuinely offended.
you wipe the line of spit that trails from your swollen lips all the way to his still hard dick, hovering just out of reach. you huff. “he’s more sadistic than you…” you say sheepishly in response, voice staccato from könig’s thrusts.
“you tellin’ me i’m the soft sex guy? the aftercare fuck?”
“‘s alright, mate.” könig reaches over your naked body to pat his comrade on the shoulder. “youve got boyfriend dick. happens to the best of us.”
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Ok ok König half strung thoughts from someone who should be working on like three different school papers and a project->
+18 MDNI (check tags for warnings)
- König who literally has a run in with you bumping into his chest while texting and walking, squeaking out an apology to the giant of a man before scurrying away and he just immediately has his interest peaked and his eyes just follow you until you are no longer within eye sight, unable to work up the nerve to go speak to you without the fear of fucking things up.
- König who some how finds you once more in like a grocery store after not being able to stop thinking about you for the last week or so, to the point hes wondered if hes finally fallen off that line of insanity hes been toeing for years, and just follows and watches you from a distance unable to keep his eyes off of you for very long and manages to catch your name after you run into a friend of yours in the check out line.
- König who as soon as he gets home from the store barely has the mind to throw his cold items from the store into the fridge before pulling open his laptop with the intention of just looking you up on social media, but finds himself on a deep dive of investigating everything about you as he's convinced himself that if he can just find out the things you like, where you work, where you're from, and if you have a type when it comes to partners then he can get over his anxiety and not make a fool of himself and actually talk to you. Though he quickly finds out that the last part of that list of information turns his stomach as he already invested in his attraction to you and seeing you be romantic with others hurts and burns in more ways than one.
- König who when he looks up and sees the sunrising feels a little guilty for spending the whole night investigating you-he refusing to call it stalking even though his interest in you is becoming borderline obsessive as he's convinced himself that you are his one. Now he just needs to figured out how to put his new found knowledge into action.
- König who found out that you like this one local cafe goes in and just waits for you to come in and lucks out when he goes to order another coffee after being there for a few hours only to find you in line behind him so when he pays for his own drink he kinda of awkwardly loiters and jumps in after you order shoving his card down a little too harshly and says he'll pay for yours. You who turns to protest but he won't have it, pushing his card further towards the cashier until they take it.
- König who rushes from the Cafe after getting his card back forgetting his own ordered coffee and cutting off your thanks somewhat abruptly with a stiff head nod and jittery hands as he rushes from the Cafe.
- König who stands outside around the corner hidden grinding his teeth as he feels embarrassment creep over him as he feels like he fucked up the encounter he tried to plan so thoroughly for.
- König who for the next few days replays the whole event in his head over and over and over with a pit in his stomach. Though he also can't get the image of you looking up at him with those eyes of yours with surprise, how he swears he remembers how soft your eyes went, how your pupils widened just a but when you looked at him, convincing himself that maybe you are attracted to him too and maybe he should plan out another encounter.
- König who is deep in his own thoughts coming up with another plan to meet you once he's ready and over his embarrassment, only to have you come up to him with a shy smile while he's shopping a few weeks later causing him to kinda of short circuit because he's not planned for this to happen, he's not ready, he's gonna fuck up more he's sure of it, but you just shyly thank him again for buying your coffee the other day and he watches closely as your eyes kinda dart around refusing to look at him when you ask if he'd maybe like to go to dinner with you some time.
- König who manages to come out of his daze with a burst of confidence that comes from no where and accepts, suggesting a restaurant that he knows you love from all the stalk- research he did, as well as a day and time he knew would fit into your schedule, again from the research, making something spark within him as your eyes light up with excitement at his suggestions as you agree.
- König who spends the time between then and the date planning everything and being a fidgety wreck, but also taking a lot of cold showers because the way your eyes lit up because of him has him so whipped for you but the showers don't work like he needs them too so he finds himself pouring of audio porn sights for sounds of moans until he finds one he thinks you might sound like and then just looses himself with his eyes closed fucking into his fleshlight a few times. All this causing his borderline obsession to grow stronger.
- König who the day of the date fusses with his outfit until he finds one he likes and then rushes out to buy you your favorite flowers or flowers that are your favorite color and then goes and waits at the restaurant while being almost an hour early.
- König who when you finally arrive and he sees your eyes light up because he's there and he stands up awkwardly to pull your chair out for you, who watches the softest most sincere smile spread across your face and knows that he's done for.
- König who plays the perfect gentleman and listens to you talk about yourself all dinner even though he already knows everything you're saying. And at the end of the date he walks you to your car (or calls you transportation, paying in advance for you) and leans down to kiss you but ends up hesitating and finds himself regretting how much he's fantasized about your mouth because now he's popping a boner.
- König who can even make it home, who has to pull over because his phone pings (you'd exchanged numbers during dinner) and finds you sent him a message saying you'd enjoyed the date and would love to meet with him again and riding that high he can't hold back from fisting his cock and cumming all over his steering wheel only to blush hard as he cleans up the mess.
- König who finds himself on several more dates with you until you've found yourselves dating for a month now and he's using his research knowledge once more to buy a *thing* that you've wanted forever and he's excited because this date is the first time you're coming over to him little home, so he thoroughly cleans and prepares to cook your favorite food and dessert.
- König who finds out wasn't the only one who had a present when after he gives you the gift has you pushing him onto the couch as he looks at you somewhat surprised and startled until you climb onto his lap and start making out with him.
- König who thanks every deity that he keeps up with his workout routine when he stands up and carries you to his room laying you on his bed and removes your clothes to find his present which is black lingerie under your clothes.
- König who has to burt his head in your neck to calm himself because fuck do you look so good, but he can't keep his hands from wandering, letting his fingers brush over your ripples pulling on them to hear your sighs and moans as he has to grind into the bed.
- König who oils up his fingers and presses them into your hole, watching you swallow them up before curling them around til he sees you jolt slightly and your eyes roll back.
- König who just gets lost in the rhythm and the sight of you that he looses focus on anything else until you're begging for his cock and then he's realizing just how painfully hard he is so with haste he's gonna look back on and make himself cringe he pulls out his cock squeezing it with a groan and not bothering with his pants removes over you and presses his head to your shoulder as he slides into you feeling your walls squeeze him so good he swears he's seeing the pearly gates.
- König who has to drag this out, has to enjoy this to its fullest sets a slow steady pace, his face still buried in your neck so all your noises are going right into his ear and God was that audio he'd been imaging was you was completely off.
- König who is lost to anything bit your noises and the feeling of his tip brushing deep inside you keeps his pace even as you beg for more as you claw at his back as your clit/cock brushes tantalizingly against the hairs of his happy trail.
- König who finds the only thing to break him from his bubble of pleasure is you tightening around his cock, all but strangling it as you cum, the feeling and your noises driving him to runt into you helplessly until with a groan of your name so hard it hurts his throat his cock accidentally slips out of your hole and as he presses forward desperately to back inside of you he paints your hole white with his cum.
- König who looks down and sees you white covered fluttering hole refuses to move deciding it's a later problem and while he is still hard thrusts harshly back into you as you whine and he sighs and flips the two of you over so you're laying on his chest and he mumbles to sleep.
- König who is sweat and cum covered with your comforting sleeping weight on him you and your divine little hole still squeezing his cock decides that sometimes stalking is ok, just as long as you never find out.
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Tragedies. . . 🩹 König x M!Reader
word count: 1.4k
CW: talk of death, alcohol mentioned, reader is 20, then 21. (i don’t do angst much, but this is more of a “this happened to me” thing, so im more of ranting, so please let me know how i did with this🙏🏻 LOVE YOU GUYS! tysm for all the love on my last post!)
summary: reader lost his mother at the young age of 17. grief is hard to overcome, but when you have someone to be there for you when you need it, i guess it isn’t so bad.
|grief| |grēf|
Noun
-deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone’s death.
some days seemed easier than others. well when you lose a mother at 17, the years seem to go so fast but days, seem endless. for (y/n), nothing seems meaningful. after losing his mother just 21 days after he turned 17, he hasn’t had a meaning to life. he barely scrapped by in school until he graduated. he grew up telling his mom that he was worried she was not gonna be there for his graduation. she used to reassure him that she would, she wouldn’t miss it for the world. so when she passed, he found every reason to graduate just for her. after graduating, he didn’t know what to do with his life, joining the military was the only option left, it has kept him sane and busy.
könig had not really talked to him other than the interview for the position in kortac, they need another man since the last one had been KIA. könig read (y/n)’s file, seeing the man’s grades questioning if this was a good idea, until he actually met the guy, who turned out to be a very good fit for kortac, very stoic, and kept to himself, but seemed nice. (y/n) ended up getting into kortac, since they needed a sniper. (y/n) had been excited to be the new sniper, since he could sit still, and his stats showed he was capable.
after weeks of training, he was ready for the next mission. he was assigned this position with könig. all (y/n) had to do was kill anybody könig didn’t see while he was searching the building for information. while being helicoptered to their destination, (y/n) had picked up the habit of listening to “lose yourself” by eminem before anything he had to do to hype himself up, to get in the mindset, just like his mom did. könig watches (y/n) with a close eye as he bobbed his head ever so slightly listening to the song. könig found it strange, but i guess everyone has their quirks.
they get to their destination and (y/n) sets up his spot while könig goes down to the building there the information is. (y/n) radios in first on the comms; “can ya hear me sir?” he says looking through his scope, finding könig easily, then switching to different windows to watch the enemies. “ja loud and clear Soldat” he says quietly into his comms his accent apparent over the comms. (y/n) nods, “good thing sir.” (y/n) adjusts himself slightly to get comfortable, listening to the silence was a little awkward. (y/n) watches as one enemy goes down as könig takes him down easily with a knife to the guys throat. “the room to your right sir, two enemies.” (y/n) says into the comms. könig sneaks into the room and takes down one solider as (y/n) shoots the other dead center. “good shot soldat” könig says into the comms. “thank you sir.” (y/n) says back. “i know this isn’t time for small talk, but tell me more about you sir” (y/n) says, trying to cure the awkwardness. “i’ll tell you more about me later soldat, pay attention” könig responds. ‘well, there goes small talk’ (y/n) thinks to himself.
they finish up the mission, a successful mission. (y/n) meets up with könig while waiting for their helicopter. “good job sir.” he says looking up at könig. könig looks down at reader, and nods, “good job out their soldat, i’m glad to have you on my team, ja?” könig says, smiling somewhat under his mask. (y/n) looks away, fidgeting with his hands slightly while waiting for the helicopter.
“what happened to you soldat? if you don’t mind me asking. what’s with ‘lose yourself’?” könig asked, not looking away from (y/n). (y/n)’s shoulders tense slightly from the question. to avoid konig’s gaze, (y/n) doesn’t stop looking at the ground, thinking about how he should answer this question, he isn’t ready to tell könig just yet. “oh uhm, nothing really. my mom would play that song for me on the way to football games i played when i was young. she would do the same when she was in softball. more of a traditional thing between me and her i guess” he answered half honestly and half lying. könig keeps looking at (y/n) and nods, looking up to the helicopter that is approaching, “oh ok. it’s good to have a good bond with your mother. that’s a cool tradition.” he says, knowing something about that answer isn’t right, he can tell, but he won’t pressure the male. (y/n) blinks back any tears, picking at his gloves, out of anxiety. time to go back to base.
after a year of being at kortac, (y/n) starts to open up more. well, a little too much due to the alcohol, now that it’s his birthday, he wanted to spend that, at the bar. (y/n) and könig had become close friends, sharing small things from childhood. now that (y/n) was under the influence of alcohol, he didn’t care sharing what happened to his mom. “könig, remember when you wanted to know more about me?” (y/n) slurs, looking up at könig with a pink flushed face. könig, having only a drink, knowing he had to the two back to base, he looks down at the male. “ja i do. are you ok with sharing?” he asked, austrian accent apparent. (y/n) nods, looking at his glass of jack daniels, thinking for a minute. “yea ‘s fine” he slurs, trying to think of how to word it. “i’ll just get straight to it, my mom died when i was 17. 21 days after, to be exact. i was devastated. i was just starting junior year of highschool,” (y/n) stops, blinking back tears. “i always had a fear when i was little, that my own mother wouldn’t be alive during my graduation, since she was 30 years older then me, that would make her 49 when i graduated. she always told me, ‘i’ll be there, i wouldn’t miss it for the world’. you can guess how i reacted when i found out she had died, a year before i graduated. my worst fear and nightmare had come true.”
(y/n) slurs slightly, taking a drink out of his glass. he looks down at it, only to push it away and put his head down into his arms. “why did she have to leave me könig? i don’t get it. please take the drink away. i don’t want to drink when im sad.” he says desperately. he knows what will happen if he gets into the habit of drinking while sad. könig calls the bartender over to take (y/n) glass, “i don’t know kind, it wasn’t fair for you, you were only a kid” he says softly, lifting (y/n)’s head slightly to look at him. “it will be ok, you’ve got us now. your mutter would be proud.” he says smiling under his mask, his eyes crinkling slightly as he does so. (y/n) looks up at him, and smiles, and leans against könig, face a light shade of pink, “thanks könig..” (y/n) slurs, “i’m sorry” he says quietly. könig looks down at the male, head tilting slightly, “what for kind? you have nothing to apologize for” he says to the male. (y/n) wipes his eyes gently to wipe away any stray tears, “for just, dumping all of that onto you, you shouldn’t have to deal with my trauma, i’m sorry” (y/n) says, voice wavering slightly. könig puts his arm around (y/n) shoulders and brings him closer, putting the male’s head to his chest, “i’m glad you told me schatz, i’m glad to get to know you better, i’m not mad. it’s good to get things off your chest, thank you for trusting me with that information, i’ll always be here if you need a shoulder to cry on schatz, always.” he says, his thumb running circles in the males back, soothing him. (y/n) hums and puts his arms around könig, just enjoying the embrace.
maybe grief isn’t so bad when you have someone there to cry on when you need it.
#konig x male reader#konig x reader#konig x y/n#konig cod#angst with slight fluff ending#fanfic#cod x male reader#konig call of duty#könig angst
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König x M!Reader HCs Part 2
⚠️: Fluff, small angst, slight nsfw
TW: None.
• König hates it when other people stare at you.. men, women, married or not he didn't care.. he would glare at them until they left you alone, if the uncommon occurrence happens where they don't he'd threaten them, scaring them off.
• He didn't really enjoy the advantages of his height, mainly because he got alot of shit for it when he was younger but he always used it to help you grab things you couldn't or just simply shadow over you for whatever reason he was thinking of.
• He HATED scaring you on accident, wether it was a subtle approach or he was already there and you didn't notice.. he was worried you'd stay scared of him and he couldn't bare the thought of it even with all of your reassurance.
• He's more of a hand holding and cuddling kind of guy instead of just kissing and fvcking everytime you two were together.. he wanted the little things, even if they weren't much they were to him. He adored every moment he shared with you.
• The first time you two ever did anything sexual he was very gentle and overly caring, praising you the entire time.. he'd take his time making sure you were adjusting to his size even if it edged him longer than he wanted.
• König would do anything for you, kiss the floor you stepped on if you asked.. when you first met him he was cold, cocky yet timid.. but after all you've been through together hes become vulnerable to you, he hates the thought of letting his guard down or being vulnerable to a person but he couldn't help it around you..
• Sometimes as you drifted off to sleep in his arms he would whisper sweet things in your ear in German.. you learnt a bit of German just to understand what he could be saying sometimes but he didn't know that.. he didn't know you could understand every sweet thing he whispered to you as you slept in his arms.
• He has alot of paranoia around loud noises specifically loud bangs or crashes when he least expected it.. he would start to panic thinking there would be someone with bad intentions and would tell you to keep quiet as he would scope out the unpredictable noises in the night.. it would always end up being something falling over or an animal banging on the roof randomly, you had to reassure him that you both were okay each time it happened which wasn't often.
• He's clingy.. VERY clingy, you had to go to the bathroom? He'd wait outside, getting food/snacks? He'll be there making them with you, Just simply going to bed for the night? He'd cuddle you.. he hated getting up in the morning afterwards because he never wanted to let you go, he was always reluctant unless you put on your serious voice and he'd apologise.. you were never angry at him for it and you showered him with small kisses after he felt bad about holding you back from whatever you planned on doing telling him that it okay.
• It was only on a few occasions that he would come stumbling to you after drinking a bit, sometimes just hugging you and standing there for what felt like hours as he complimented you, the others ending with him being sensitive and practically begging for your touch, showering your neck with kisses as he held you close.. begging for you to satisfy him, he didn't care how, only when..
• You two once watched Heartstopper together and stumbled across the scene where the character Nick would do a gay test.. one day as you left for an event he grabbed his laptop and sat on your bed searching for a gay quiz, he already knew he was Bi but he wanted to try anyway, he finished the quiz and got 'Straight', he then continued to shut the laptop, crossing his arms and pouting whilest cursing to himself in german and then talking to himself about how he has the best boyfriend ever.
Done, I literally go to camp tomorrow and I won't be able to write for the upcoming Leon Kennedy read for about 3 days.. but thank you @makima4ever for another submission!:3
#m!reader#cod#x male reader#gay#konig x m!reader#könig x m!reader#callofduty#konig#könig#konig x reader#slight angst#nsfw?
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I guess I'm doing more of that self insert
I have to thank @yawnderu's König character study post and @wordstome for their Königcore bible post and of course oh and @ghouljams for their König as well... there are too many cod dearies who helped me create this idea of him
But the part that really inspired me was this
so yeah enjoy
My clothes were nice and warm still. I still blamed Ghost for me forgetting what I was going to program but honestly it wasn't really important just stuff they gave me to keep me busy... enrichment really. I could look at the news and internet and my chats from my phone, when they weren't busy data scraping it, but I couldn't interact at all. I was in the kitchen making myself some hot chocolate to ignore the fact that I missed my baby and yet he had mommy right there with him.
I took the mug of now warm milk out of the microwave, I wasn't going to fuck up the militarily British men's kettles by heating up milk in them for some hot chocolate. I crouched down in front of the fridge trying to find the whipped cream I keep in there for my hot chocolate. I perk up when I hear it and smile at the massive man putting it down having taken some to eat as well as put on my hot chocolate. "Thanks Hans."
It embarrassingly took me a very long time to figure out Hans was König... I should have seen it coming really. I mean who else is nearly 7 feet tall? and speaks German... in my defense I have been very out of sorts. He plucks down the mini marshmallows for me... my 5'3 height as last time he caught me trying to go at them I had climbed up on the counter and just looked like a dog that had something in their mouth that they weren't suppose to have. In reality I just was embaressed I was climbing onto the countertop like a child.
"Koboldchen tell me about your day and what you need done." I hear him say as I sip my drink and sit down... and well prattle to him.
König was so helpful it hurt. I wasn't use to living on my own... I never had and I never could... I knew that long before I graduated high school or college. Luckily everything was usually automated and could just be taken out of my account but I still struggled so hard. König reminded me of how my husband would just patiently help me. He didn't mind my weird quirks... he let my fidgiting hands move over his calloused ones just letting me get some sort of stimulating satsifaction.
There was also something else that hurt so much... it hurt with Johnny and it hurt with Hans... just how blue their eyes were. It was like he was still right there ready to pick me back up and laugh at me for this dream. To tell me I've obsessed a bit too much and that it's time to focus on something else. Though I was jealous at how lovely the red in his hair looked but I continued to talk.
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König could tell she was spiraling hard around a drain... Price had informed him of what was going on and the possibility of getting in on the ground floor if things followed suit about Ukraine. But, lucky for his Koboldchen... he was there. He wouldn't lie that he took a strong fondness to her after helping her when he found her hiding between buildings clawing at her skull and unresponsive to his voice and touch. He remembers helping her while someone went to find Ghost as she remained non verbal and he just talked.
She was a helpless thing and she knew it and embraced what she was good at to stave off the way her figurative plane was still crash landing... limping in its descent. And he knew why... he saw what was on her phone. I would kill for you. The message had popped up while they were discussing... and he watched the intimate text exchange like an unwilling voyeur But please make sure I never get the chance to. I'm scared I might be too proud about it. She was madly and obsessivly in love with a man she could not chase after anymore. And it was eating her alive. The love of her life was right there yet so far out of her reach.
For König he doesn't remember when he fell for the weird little creature just playing with his hand. Was it when she just chirped out 'Numa Numa' with Soap and Ghost... oh she loved to sing songs that the three early thirty year olds knew... like a joke that he knew about but was just a little too old to have been part of the same culture. Was it when she just asked him to crush her in a hug to ground her, to hold her so tightly she bruised but the way she sighed in his ear as the anxiety left her eyes. Or was it at first sight just seeing her a helpless sad thing that when Ghost had come to collect her she clung to him like a wounded animal.
Hans was okay not being the love of her life... he was okay with playing second fiddle to a man he knew nothing about except the passionate and near constant texting and speaking... pictures... videos... a life that has her eyes glittering with devotion to a man who he didn't know. As long as he could be by her Hans was fine as she allowed him to be close... to touch. She was like a dog recently left at the shelter confused but wanting those pets and comforts she was so use to.
"Do you want me to come by and make you dinner or is Ghost doing that tonight?" He asked softly knowing full well Ghost and Soap hovered around her as much as they could.
"He's gone for awhile. Yes. I don't want to be alone." She said putting her forehead on the table and just moved his hand to her scalp where he gently scratched.
"Of course Kobold." He said scratching the top of her head humming softly.
Oh yes he had been a voyeur of her texts but he was a snoop heading onto websites she said not to and seeing things he wasn't expecting really... but he was pleased to know that he fit into a definition of something she liked.
#cod#cod mw2#konig#König#könig cod#cod x oc#König x oc#OC#I realized why I latched onto these 3#Ghost Soap and König each have an aspect of my husband#coping#coping fic#I might rework these to be more of x reader or less first person cringe#slight yandere konig#slight obsessive konig
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Moo business (monster!Konig x CowHybrid!fem!Reader)
Promotion to colonel has its perks. Having your own caretaker with fluffy cow years and a nice pair of...additions is one of them - and Konig is about to enjoy his new rank.
Content warning: Hybrids, Konig is a huge pervert, naive cow hybrid reader, slight dub-con, power imbalance, and inappropriate work behavior, lactation kink. Implied big chested!Reader
Humans have learned to live with monsters.
Obviously, having dangerous, much more powerful neighbors in this tiny green planet, didn’t allow humans to actually thrive and succeed – the power dynamics were shifted ever since the first monster decided, that wearing a collar and identification badge doesn’t really go with their style. And humans would be much more suited to wear it.
Unfortunately, monsters aren’t created equal – while most of them are killing machines with little to no regard to the danger of real life, there are some particularly fragile hybrids with no use in fights or even normal life. House cat hybrid girls, almost no claws and all purring and laying on their backs to let humans and other monsters pet their bellies. Sheep hybrids, all fluff and tiny, rounded horns that would never hurt anyone. Cow hybrids, adorable and silly, no use in the fights except for moral support.
Which is exactly why König was fucking pissed.
— G…good evening, sir. I will be your assistant for the day. I mean, every day. As long as you’re having me.
You smile nervously, munching on your lips. When the only way up the social ladder was working in the army as an…assistant? Moral support? Waving your nurse training like you’d be able to safely secure a monster’s health when he is twice as big as you?
Being a colonel in the army has its perks – better gear, better paycheck, better chunks of meat that he can bite off the enemies without higher-ups whining about war crimes and rules of war. Having a cute lil’ assistant with fluffy ears and a chest that physically can’t fit into the uniform, forcing you to wear permanent cleavage and just let a bit of chubbiness roll on the tight fabric is also a perk. For a pervert, maybe, but not for König who is already sworn to never deal with anyone who is this sensitive, this soft, and this…adorable.
He thought he was quite certain in his wishes – if higher-ups really need for him to take a fuck toy, he wanted it to be resilient. Maybe a dog hybrid, maybe a vampire, just weak and hungry enough to overpower with little fights. Not someone like you, who has no idea what she is doing in the army and why her hands are trembling like he is going to devour you alive. Although, looking at the way your chest is swaying every time you flinch…maybe, he can do just that. Teach higher-ups a lesson on why he doesn’t need their handouts.
— Dismissed.
He doesn’t even look at you. Honestly, you’re a bit hurt – honestly, you almost want to yell at him or scream or tell all of your higher-ups that the colonel is a huge jerk who clearly doesn’t need a little cow darling to make him coffee and tend to his needs and be a huge moral support because they can’t take another fucked out recruit when the dangerous hybrid is in heat again. You feel like a glorified whore – the one that he doesn’t even want.
— B…but…
You pout your lips, a billion questions raised in your mind – why is he like this, what is his deal and you should even look at him if he clearly doesn’t want you…and that look on your face, helplessness mixed with a bit of deliciously sweet anger, combined with your soft, doe features…
Colonel has a problem.
He thought he knew what he wanted – a strong partner, someone resilient and fiery, someone who can take his cock anywhere without whining. Someone who wouldn’t require a lot of attention and softness, someone who knows their place. Now König looks at you, your floppy ears and trembling lips, and his gaze darts lower, his nose getting milk fragrances even under all of those layers of fabric.
It doesn’t take a genius to know why they sent you. He doesn’t need a secretary, he doesn’t need an assistant and even if he needs help with something, there are always lower ranks ready to do whatever he says. You’re useless to him, on all levels he can imagine – and yet, he can’t find it in him, to truly dismiss you. To hate your trembling lips and obedient stare – no thought behind those pretty eyes of yours. He always thought he wanted someone strong, someone who is hard to break and resilient to any advances.
He looks at you and, for the first time in forever, has this wild urge to protect.
— Sir? Is everything alright?
You tilt your head to the side, that naive stare you has makes his cock twitch in his pants. It was a long time since he had sex with anyone, especially that adorable. Some hybrids look like they are made to be fucked and loved and used in all of those delicious ways – he knows it’s problematic, he knows that having that view on fellow monsters isn’t right for someone as strong as him, but he wants to devour you. Wants to see that pretty eyes wide from desire – he knows you’d feel the urge too, it’s in your blood, to present your soft belly and even softer tits to a larger predator.
Indulging on you would mean giving up on his attempts of constantly undermining the higher-ups – it would also mean that he would finally receive a partner for the extensive mating seasons that clash with his work and make his skilling rate go up – and not just for the enemies. Private Halseen, you will be missed. Your ass probably wouldn’t.
— I thought you’d heard me the first time.
— But I brought coffee.
— They make coffee machines in cows now?
— Sir! I was just trying to…break the ice? I’m your new operator, or, um, assistant, I have nurse training, and I…
— What are you going to do with an injury? Lick it away?
— M…my saliva has healing properties, so…
— They really sent me a magic cow, ja?
— That’s a very…special way to put it, colonel.
You are surprisingly stubborn for someone who isn’t a confident killing machine. You balance the little tray with a cup of coffee – a big one, seems like you did your homework on that one – and he can’t help but imagine your hands gripping something else this tightly. Your body is trembling, your face switches between a sad and a surprised expression as he slowly emerges from his table to get a good look at you.
You’re a cow hybrid – they are naturally adorable, naturally soft, and naturally made for someone like him to tower over. He is good over 7 foot, even in mostly human form, and his monster height would be almost twice your size – he'd love to take you like this, raw, bully his giant cock into your, no doubt, tight pussy, and make you squeal from the stretch. Maybe, he can help you with milk production – put another hybrid into you, make your belly swell from his cum. Keep you locked away in his room like a perfect little treat, using your soft body as a perfect pillow.
He can’t help but lick his lips in anticipation – saliva collecting in his mouth as the thinks of all the ways he can use such a pretty secretary. There is no way you don’t know why they sent you here – no way you think that your self-worth is something more than being his obedient pet, beloved toy. König never thought of settling down, the bloodshed is his one and only partner – but he looks at your rounded horns, at your twitching ears and pouty lips – and he thinks about putting his earring right into your floppy ear. lick away all the blood and calm you down as you’d squirm under the pain, soothe your panicking cow brain as he would bully his cock even deeper, claiming you as…
Ah, shit. You’re still here, waiting for his answer – your eyes are shocked and afraid, anticipated a little bit because of course you’re aroused, his pheromones are too overwhelming for a thing like you – you stare at the bulge in his pants, at nis, no doubt, hard cock – and he can almost see gears in your head turning slowly. God, you’re adorable.
— You forgot the milk.
— Sergeant Horangi didn’t say anything about milk.
So, Horangi was the one to set you up. Of course, tiger shifter probably got his hots on you – pretty prey, perfect for every hunter nearby, but, just as a good officer, he let you go to his colonel first. You talk back with a surprisingly fierce tone and König appreciates the way his mask covers up his whole face – you couldn’t see his smile, the way corners of his mouth jerked up at your pout. Continue like this, and the colonel will do more than just smile at your antics.
— Probably because he knew that our milk is shitty.
— If…if you need me to bring you something else, I will do it right away, sir.
— No need, Kuhen. I think you have what I need right here.
His cock twitches in his pants again – your eyes are locked on his bulge, you slowly push the tray to the table. You’re naive, you’re cute, and he knows that KorTac probably pays you triple for being this adorable and playing dumb like the good girl you are – bastards probably know that if you’d be upfront and pushy, he would just set you away from his office.
But standing here, munching on your lower lip, your soft, pink tongue disappearing in your mouth only to reaper to lick your lips again, your face not ever betraying the emotions you, no doubt, are feeling – König can smell your arousal, can almost see the way your pussy is glittering with juices flowing right into your soaked panties. They send a lamb – a cow – to his chambers and they know that he would never resist a good hunt. You allow him to cut through the chase, to just pin you to his desk and take what’s his – but anxiety, that stupid fucking worm eating his brain over the tiniest facts, is making him question everything again. He knows he thinks too much, he knows it’s not going to do him any good – still, he wants to be sure that you’re not too dumb to understand his advances. Still, he wants to play a bit more. Delay the moment of sex because his doubt can eat him alive otherwise.
— Take off your shirt, Schatzen.
He doesn’t even look at your chest, bouncing from the tight shirt you were wearing – poor buttons holding on for dear life, barely containing your soft flesh – he drinks up your expressions, embarrassment, and poorly hidden curiosity. You saw the job requirements for an operator, saw his profile – high risks, high aggression, can be very, very violent – and you decided that you can take him, for the right pay.
— You want me to…take off something else, sir?
A smart girl would run the fuck away from him – but you just lock your hands in front of you, not even bothering to cover your chest. God, he wants to be with you forever – just for that little look on your face your nervousness. You’re standing in front of him, only wearing pants and your bra – and you’re afraid that he isn’t going to like what he sees.
Just for this expression, he might as well push a ring on your finger already.
— Ja. Bra is next.
You nod like you expected this. You probably did – for a prey hybrid, you’re surprisingly smart in understanding what he needs. Your bra is lacy and cute, white, with little flat roses printed – surely not something he expected from military personnel, even if your duties are laying in under him, not with your belly in trenches and your cute hands squeezing the trigger.
Your breasts look even bigger without a bra to keep them close. You place a hand under your chest, feeling a bit awkward with your colonel just standing here, looming over your form. You lick your lips – he cocks his head closer to you. You can hear something shifting under his hood – you don’t know what his face looks like, rumors were opting for either a bunch of tentacles tucked neatly inside of his hood, the head of some mythical animal, or a normal, but disfigured and burned human face. You don’t know which option you prefer – even the files you were reading before choosing this job didn’t give you an answer. There is something stirring inside of you when you’re thinking about tentacles, though.
— Braves Mädchen…good girl.
You smile, feeling the knot in your tummy getting even tighter at the praise. You like him – despite his rough exterior and the obvious arousal, you like being liked, wanted, and devoured by a much stronger predator. Not having any supernatural powers, your only survival option in this world is to appease the strongest – and it looks like you just got a really juicy target.
Suddenly, König grabs your waist and lifts you to his table – documents go flying around and you put a bit more, thinking of how long it would take to put everything back together. He doesn’t care for your concerns – the next thing you know, you are pushed ever further into his table, and the colonel lifts the end of his hood just enough to envelop his mouth on one of your nipples.
— S…sir! Please, a little warning next time…
He laughs, his hands pressing small, sweet bruises into the curve of your waist. His mouth feels cold at first – then he flicks his tongue at your hardened nipple, and it feels like an oven. You moan you squeak, you squirm under him – all those documents and transferring and half a dozen Suits trying to tell you of how dangerous your work is going to be, how unstable and irritated the colonel is, how he is probably going to shoo you from his office the first two weeks – all of this comes flying right out the window.
— You already think of the next time, Schatzen?
König never tastes something as sweet, as silky, and smooth as your breasts. There is something deep, primal, wild in the way he sucks and bites at your nipple – he devours the taste of your skin and it feels like he can come to his pants just from the feeling alone. You’re squirming in his grasp, poor thing, probably aren’t used to sensation – he closes his eyes and allows his monster to take over, to take what he wants from you.
He shifts to your other breasts, warming and cooling them at the same time. He isn’t an expert in that weird kind of massage, but you don’t need an expert in boob sucking when all of your cow instincts telling you to spread your legs and allow him to put babies in you, to breed like the prey you are, to take care of you outside of this stupid job. You’re terrified that his sharp teeth can draw blood and arouse at the way his tongue clicks at your nipples so perfectly, so naturally, like he was doing it his whole life.
You moan, whispering little begs and praying to deaf ears. Your hands are going to hig his neck, to just kind put your fingers on his hood and just keep it here, not daring to try and direct the movements of his tongue. All of those days of constant preparing for the worst, long nights of studying the psychology of hunters, of predator hybrids, didn’t leave you much time to milk yourself in the past week – you might just be a hybrid, but it doesn’t release you from the endless burden of constant lactation.
— S…so embarrassing…please, sir, we need to stop or I will…
— Ja, meine Kuh? Did you want to say something to your colonel?
— Please, I’m going to…fuck, this is embarrassing…
— Language.
He closes his teeth on your tender bud, making you moan his name – his callsign – loudly. He grunts from satisfaction, finally tasting sweet milk pouring from his body – might be the only thing that makes cow hybrids useful for someone as strong as him.
Your milk is sweet, rich, and creamy, and your little cries only make it tastier. He pushes his tongue deeper, swirls it around your hardened bud, waits for you to moan even more – every inch of your being makes him feel weird, protective, like he already put a baby in that soft tummy of yours and made you his. It’s dumb, you aren’t even connected on the official level – but he sucks your milk ever so passionately, forgetting about every mission trouble he had.
Sucking your tits feels like therapy – giving up all of his powers just to kiss you, to bite you, to drink your milk, and softly massage the flesh until your pussy starts to grind against the round corner of his table. Poor thing, he doesn’t even touch you in any way – you’re too precious for this, and he falls too deeply into your eyes and the swell of your chest.
— Sir! Pl…please, don’t…if you’d stop, I will…
He drinks your milk swiftly, feels the liquid dripping down his chin – always a messy eater, one of the reasons he used the mask to hide his embarrassment. He can’t look at your face, the angle is too far off for this, and it disappoints him – he wants to drink your pretty expressions, wants to know that he is one to make that pretty cow this slutty. Just a few minutes ago he was ready to get your ass off his office – and now he is changing between two of your round breasts, making sure to not waste a drop.
Fuck, this is far better than any milk the base kitchen can provide.
He sucks a little bit more, pressing his tongue against your swollen, abused nipples. You whine at the sensation, poor little hybrid isn’t used to his teeth and his mouth – he’d have to make sure to repeat this procedure every other day, if possible, to get you used to direct milking. He’d have to spend weeks spreading your pretty cunt for him, teaching you how to milk his cock and meowl like a good prey hybrid you are – but he didn’t become colonel because he was afraid of challenges.
He stops sucking with a little pop, final droplets of milk falling to his lips as he licks it, groaning from pleasure. His stubble made the soft skin around your nipples irritated and you tremble when the cold air hits them – you feel fragile, used, your pussy is twitching around nothing, the pulsation forcing you to grind against the corner of his table like a bitch in heat.
König made you like this – half-naked, trembling, so fucking horny that you can’t even look at him without dropping to your knees, and it almost made you want to run away. He squeezes your tits again, enveloping the soft mounts in his large, rough hands – you whine a little bit, still all too sensitive after this pleasurable torture he created.
— How do you feel?
He sounds…weaker now. Almost embarrassed at his little outburst, he picks up your bra and helps you get dressed – you both want more, to check if his table is really as sturdy as it looks, but König has a training session in 30 minutes and you have König’s training session, standing behind his shoulder and watching him yelling at the recruits. It would be hard to get scared at him again, when every time his cold gaze darts to your face, he softens. When you look at him and can only imagine milk dripping down your chin – your milk, no less.
— I’m…empty. In a good way, I mean. Thank you, sir.
You feel weird when he gently helps you get into your clothes, his fingers are simply too big for the buttons – he presses his head against your shoulder, trying to concentrate, and you awkwardly hug him for stability. He chuckles.
— My pleasure, Schatzen.
You stand here, awkwardly – your neck enveloped with a collar, with his name on it, and he can’t pry his eyes away from it. God, he never knew that being a colonel would allow him such a cutie as a bonus. KorTac didn’t seem like an organization that would give away wives so easily, but König isn’t going to complain.
He just has to make sure to keep you chained to his table, that’s all.
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Konig x Reader: Fucking You to Sleep
All credit goes to @legitchase for this lovely idea! I had so much fun writing this, please send me requests if yall want to see more!!!
Summary: from @legitchase
"Ok ok hear me out new COD MEN idea
You and your cod man, you two came from a mission he is still sort of energetic while you are really exhausted.
As you two lay in bed he softly grinds against your ass so you gave him permission to fuck into you softly as you went to sleep, making little moans in you sleep as you man makes you feel so great while drifting off to sleep"
Warnings: smut, somewhat somnophilia but consensual, fingering, slight edging, p in v, size kink, stomach bulge, google-translate German, writer never played COD :(
Konig opened the door to your shared room, stretching his limbs and sighing. "Scheiße, it's good to be back." he strode inside, heading straight to the small coffee pot the both of you had stolen from the mess hall. He started making coffee, stretching out his left hip, then his right.
You trudged into the room, bags under your eyes, muscles sore, and shoulders slumped. Your feet dragged underneath you as you closed the door behind you. Tired was an understatement - you were exhausted to the point that you were perfectly content to pass out on the cold ground and call it a night.
The mission had gone smoothly, almost as perfect as one could ask for. Konig had been positioned near the outskirts of the field, obediently waiting for the hostages to be delivered to the pick up point. You, on the other hand, had been involved in clearing the way to the hostages, as well as the path to Konig's group. You had shot, stabbed, kicked, and punched so many enemy soldiers, sometimes fighting two at once. Your mind was overworked as well as your body, and you had a few sore spots from the occasional soldier that had landed a hit on you. You never got the chance to sleep on the way back - and your body was about to make that happen, whether you were in a bed or standing up.
Konig pulled off his sniper hood, watching with a smile as you dragged yourself to the bed and flopped onto it. He chuckled. "Schatz, aren't you ecstatic? You did a great job out there!"
"M-hmph..." you muttered, your face smushed into the pillows. You sank your muscles into the mattress, groaning in both relief and pain. If only KorTac hadn't deemed the massage therapist unnecessary...
You heard the coffee dripping into the pot, followed by Konig's heavy footsteps. He crouched down, gently turning your head so he could look at your face. You kept your eyes closed.
"Engel, are you tired?" he asked sarcastically, caressing the side of your face. His head was slightly tilted to match your eye level.
You huffed sarcastically. "Just a 'lil bit." you mumbled. You opened your eyes, meeting Konig's piercing blue ones. He had a small pout on his lips.
He ran his large hand down your shoulders, squeezing the muscle gently. You whined squeezed your eyes shut at the painful relief, furring your brow as he kneaded away. He moved down to your arm, skillfully massaging it with his calloused hands. He landed on your hand, taking it between both of his and flexing your fingers, rubbing each knuckle tenderly. You hummed in appreciation.
You opened your eyes again, noticing Konig's pupils had widened the slightest bit. Oh no... nope, nope nope. You thought. You were WAY too tired to give him what he needed right now. Not that you were ever unwilling to be his fuck toy when he wanted it - you just didn't know if you could stay awake for it.
"So schön, meine Liebe..." So beautiful, my love... He muttered. You felt his breath on your face as he planted a kiss to your forehead.
"You think this is beautiful?" You asked with a smirk. "You're a simple man, Konig." You smushed your face back into the pillow, ignoring the desperation in his eyes.
"Why don't you go get a shower, hmm?" He said, rubbing the palm of your hand. "I can grab us food from the mess hall - you can stay here and unwind."
You hummed and nodded in response. Konig pulled your hips to sit you upright, kneeling himself between your legs. Your head rolled to the side, unable to even hold it upright for long from the soreness. Konig gazed up at you lustfully. You pretended to ignore it and yawned instead.
He squeezed your hips once before moving away, letting you stand up. "I'll have some coffee first, then I'll go. You wash up."
You slipped off your boots and haphazardly dropped them by the edge of the bed. As you made your way to the bathroom, you heard Konig scoff, as he moved your shoes and placed them next to his, perfectly aligned and neat. You chuckled.
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The entire bathroom was filled with steam. You had the water as hot as it could possibly be. It beat fiercely against your muscles - exactly what you needed. Your braced your hands against the wall in front of you, savoring every sting and ache of the hot water against your skin. You didn't even have the energy to actually bathe yourself at the moment. You would attempt that in a little bit. For now, you soaked up the heat from the shower, letting it seep into your bones.
You heard the bathroom door creak open, then it shut. Konig hummed as he moved on the other side of the curtain. You assumed he just needed something and would leave in a moment. He rustled around for a bit, the sound of fabric hitting the ground, followed by his feet quietly slapping against the tile floor.
Moments later, he threw the shower curtain back.
"Holy shit!!" you exclaimed, jumping further into the shower, startled. "The hell - I thought you went to the mess hall?!"
Konig casually stepped into the shower with you, his eyes flickering over your naked body. "I was going to, but I probably need a shower too." He closed the curtain behind him. "Why waste the water, since you're getting one already?" He smirked mischievously.
"Konig, there's hardly any room in here for both of us." You stated. You were crammed against the shower wall, purposefully avoiding looking at his obvious hard-on. It rested against your stomach as he stared down at you, eyes half-lidded in lust. Your hands rested on his chest as you tried to create space between the two of you, although you didn't mind his muscular body being pressed into yours.
He ignored your protest. "Liebling, you haven't even bathed yourself." He said, running his hands down your back. "Let me help you, bitte? You just relax, I'll wash you."
You wanted to say no, since you knew where it would lead, and you were too drained to even think of it. But it was hard to deny Konig, especially as he ran his soap-lathered hands over your arms, delicately massaging the muscles under your skin. You let out a long sigh, leaning into his touch as he masterfully worked the knots out of your shoulders, your flanks, and then your hips, lingering there a while longer. His hands combined with the hot water and the smell of the soap... your mind was practically numb under his touch. You felt yourself relax more and more as he worked the tension from your body.
Konig stared down at you, pupils blown wide. You were the kind of person to get all shy when you were naked, even though the two of you had been together for a while now. But here, in your tired state, you wordlessly submitted to him. You had come back from the mission as a hard, cracked, and dry wad of clay, and Konig was using his large hands and the hot water to mold you into what he wanted. His cock was painfully hard at the thought of you, too tired to fully push him away from you, forced to give in to his advances as he fucked you in the shower wall. You're muscles were too sore for you to fight back - he would slam himself into you until you passed out from exhaustion, your overworked little body trembling and twitching as he held you against the tiles. Your little throat would barely be able to whimper his name out.
Just the thought of him fucking you to sleep was making precum drip from his cock. It rested heavily against your back as he was running his hands down lower, squeezing out the tension from your muscles. You involuntarily let out a soft moan - the feeling of his hands was soothing, comforting... and also getting you aroused. As tired as you were, every grip from his fingers sent pleasure shooting from your core to your chest. You felt his cock twitch at your moan.
You lazily tilted your head back against his chest, looking at him through your lashes with a soft smile. He smiled back, desire settling in his lower abdomen. He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head. Slowly, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest.
"Mein süßes mädchen..." My sweet girl... whispered, lips pressed to your head. "How about I make you feel good, yes?" His free arm climbed up your abdomen until it reached your breasts, grabbing the left one and massaging it between his fingers. "You did so well earlier - I want to reward you for it." He rolled your nipple between his fingers and tugged at it.
You arched your back against him, mewling and whining. His fingers were massaging the flesh of your stomach and pinching and pulling at your nipple... it felt so good, you would have let him take you then and there. But the more aroused you felt, the more you noticed how tired you were. "Konig, baby, can - can we please do this in the m-morning?" You whimpered out.
Konig groaned, half aroused, half frustrated. "I promise I can be gentle, schatz. I won't make you cum too much." He started grinding his cock along your ass, his arm squeezing tightly around your waist. His dick throbbed, aching to feel your cunt squeezing him tight.
You exhaled a shaky breath, before gathering your resolve and turning to face him. He let out a soft moan as your skin dragged along his cock as you spun. He gripped your shoulders tightly as you looked him in his eyes.
"Tomorrow morning, love." You gently held his face between your hands, smiling. "I promise. I'm just too tired tonight." You pulled his head down to plant a long kiss on his lips. He groaned against your mouth, before a sigh escaped through his nose.
He pulled back, caressing your face with his thumb. "Alright. Tomorrow then. Let's get you cleaned for now, and then some dinner, yes?"
The both of you continued to shower, Konig insisting on washing your hair. You stood with your eyes closed, basking in the feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp. You were starting to get frustrated yourself, between feeling both aroused and sleepy. But you focused on the feeling of his hands on your hair and the water hitting your skin (or whatever skin it could reach - Konig took up most of the stream).
Konig did his best to focus on washing your hair and body. His eyes kept wandering over your silhouette from above, cock throbbing as he watched the water running down your breasts, to your pussy, and then trailing off down your thighs. He pushed his desires away, concentrating on taking care of you.
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After your shower, Konig had left to grab some food, while you dried your hair and slipped into your night clothes - which consisted of your underwear and one of Konig's army-green t shirts. When he returned with some protein bars and bananas (the mess hall's only options since it was after hours), he faltered as he caught a glimpse of you. You were seated at the edge of the bed, practically swallowed in his shirt, nipples threatening to poke holes in it. You smiled gratefully at him. Despite having his sniper hood back on, you could see the tinge of pink in his face, as he quickly looked away.
The two of you ate your food, Konig splayed out in a chair across the room, sniper hood on the desk next to him, you still sitting on the edge of the bed. You talked about the mission, it's faults and it's victories, Konig saying that he would have preferred that you were the one to stay at the pick up point, and he should have gone to retrieve the hostages.
He always did that - he would complain after the fact that your team's captain would consistently put you in the more dangerous situations, rather than having you on the safer end of things. Konig would have even preferred if he could have been there with you, but that's never how it was. Either you were both in dangerous situations on opposite sides of the field, or it was just you, and he was forced to wait on the sidelines, far away from the danger. He never doubted your skill, and he would never try to hold you back. But he wished that you could be closer to him than the danger. You found it sweet, but preferred it this way. Better you close to the danger than Konig - you would never live if something had happened to him.
And if something happened to you, neither could he.
After dinner, Konig changed into sweatpants, opting to sleep shirtless. ("You're wearing my shirt, after all.") You climbed onto the bed, feeling Konig settle in behind you, wrapping a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You held it tightly and intertwined your legs with his. His warm breath fell against the back of your head as he nuzzled into your hair, which still smelled like your shampoo.
You felt safe. Finally home, finally in your bed, with your Konig. His hold on your body felt protective, something you didn't have the luxury of feeling for the entire mission. You were finally able to relax. You sighed contentedly... the cool sheets, Konig's strong arms, the rise and fall of his chest, the fact that you could sleep in tomorrow morning... It soothed you, and you let the wave of sleep slowly begin to pull you under, bit by bit.
Konig let out the smallest, quietest whine. He knew you were tired. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was still hard from earlier. His cock was so swollen and painful, he was going insane. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, especially not with your pussy just a few pieces of fabric away. He pawed at the flesh of your abdomen, using his other hand to rub down your thigh. Slowly, he began pushing his clothed cock against your ass.
You stirred; you had been on the brink of sleep, when you felt Konig kneading your stomach and grinding against you. You recognized the heat pooling in your pelvis, letting out a small whimper. "Konig, please..." you begged - not entirely sure if it was for him to stop, or to move faster.
"I'm sorry, prinzessin..." he said desperately... "I can't help it, I... mph, I'm going insane... I need to feel you around me, please?" He was now pathetically humping your ass, already pulling down his sweats until he was just in his boxers. You felt his pulsing, warm cock pressed up against you. "Bitte, liebe..." he began kissing your neck, right in your sweet spot.
You moaned lazily. "I'm just too tired, I'm sorry-"
"Schatz, you don't need to do anything." he cut you off with desperation in his voice. "Let me take care of you, bitte... you don't have to lift a finger. I just need to be inside of you right now... please, please..."
His hands groping your waist, his breath on your neck, his lips sucking at your skin... and his pathetic begging, won over your better judgement. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold him off in your current state, and he would end up taking what he wanted anyways. And despite being so tired, you were still aroused... Would you really be able to fall asleep if you deprived yourself? "Alright, love."
"You sure?" he answered immediately, whining needily.
"I'm sure."
And that was all he needed. Placing a kiss to the back of your head, Konig carefully removed your panties, letting them hang off of one of your ankles. With one hand, he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his cock and letting it slap against your ass. He moved his hand from your stomach down to your pussy, prodding at your clit with two fingers. You rubbed your thighs together, feeling a mix of soreness and wetness, as he rubbed your swollen bundle of nerves between his fingertips.
"So fucking wet for me..." he groaned in your ear, "... even when you're tired, you're so needy." He slipped a finger past your clit, running it along your lips. You didn't have the energy to buck against him - instead, you tilted your hips back, trying to angle yourself to feel as much pleasure as possible. He teased you, prodding the tip of his finger just past your lips, before pulling it back. You whined, your juices spilling over his hand as your arousal grew even more.
"Please, Konig..." you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite the desire settling in your stomach, you could feel yourself being pulled back into sleep. Your moans were lazy and low, and your body was limp in his arms.
"I know, love, I know..." he whispered in your ear. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked your wetness that coated his fingers. He groaned, savoring the taste, his erection twitching painfully. "I'm going to fuck you to sleep, liebling. You deserve it, you worked so hard... Just let me take care of you, alright?" He dipped his fingers back down to your pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles with the pad of this thumb.
You couldn't answer him. Instead, weak, soft whimpers fell from your lips, followed by the quiet clicking sounds of his fingers teasing your cunt, finally dipping inside. A pang of pleasure shot from your core, and your walls instinctively clenched around him, sucking him deeper into you. You pathetically mumbled in pleasure as he slowly dragged his fingers in, and out, and in, and out...
Konig kissed the side of your neck as your moans enticed him, making his length drip with precum as he continued to grind against your ass. He felt your walls tightening around his fingers, greedily sucking on him. He spread his fingers and pushed them against your walls, curving one of them just right to hit your sweet spot. You whimpered and rocked your hips lazily, trying to push him deeper into you.
"Hmm, look at you..." he whispered low in your ear, followed by a soft kiss on your temple. "I thought you were sleepy, mein engel..." he teased. You whined, barely audible, as more and more of your juices dripped onto his palm. "So helpless, so fucking small in my hands..." he pumped his fingers faster, flicking his thumb back and forth over your clit.
You felt the familiar coil tightening in your lower abdomen, and at the same time, you knew you were drifting off to sleep. You moaned as he continued to finger-fuck your cunt, unable to produce more than a high-pitched cry. Your thighs weakly rubbed together as your impending orgasm built in your core.
"Konig, please, bitte, bitte, bitte..." you babbled quietly, your consciousness drifting as your walls began fluttering around his fingers.
Your pleading in German stirred a fire in Konig's abdomen. He growled low, "Gutes verdammtes mädchen, das ist es..." Good fucking girl, that's it... He flicked your clit harder, relishing in the small, high whimpers that sent an electric shock through his core. He snaked his other hand under your side, coming around to gently squeeze at your throat. "Komm für mich, meine müde Prinzessin..." Cum for me, my tired princess... he grunted as he drove his digits into your pussy, curling them to prod against your g-spot. "That's it... yes, yes, yes..."
Your hips instinctively rocked against his fingers, mind going numb as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your one hand grabbed the one of Konig's that was deep in your cunt, pawing helplessly at his forearm. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure overtook you, making you mewl and whine. Your slick flowed freely over his fingers and into his palm, and you heard him growl and felt his cock twitch against your ass. You closed your heavy eyelids, his hand still firm around your throat, feeling yourself drift into the ecstasy...
Konig continued to flick your clit, hoping to overstimulate you for a while longer, until he felt your body go limp in his arms. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm, but the rest of your muscles were slack against him. He smiled proudly to himself, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He felt your walls clench one more time around him, as if they didn't want to let him go. He brought his fingers up and once more licked your cum off of his hand, making sure none of it was wasted. He softly moaned at your taste.
"Oh, liebling..." he said lowly, "I'm not finished with you yet." He used his wet hand to pump himself a few times - his cock ached under his touch, red and hot and desperately needing relief. "I said I was going to fuck you, and you're going to take every inch..." he pulled himself down the bed slightly, so that your dripping pussy was positioned right above his swollen member. "... even in your dreams."
With both hands on your hips, he slowly guided himself into your cunt. He stopped halfway, hearing you whimper in your sleep, your brow furrowed in pleasure. Your eyes remained closed, but your mouth parted slightly, sucking in a short breath.
Konig absentmindedly shushed you, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "I know, schatz..." he said shakily, "I know, I know... you can take it, you're such a good girl, I know you can." He groaned lazily, feeling your walls stretch slightly around him, and he pushed the rest of his length into your cunt. His exhale caught in his throat, and his fingers gripped the flesh at your hips, sure to leave marks in the morning.
Your hips bucked slightly as your pussy squelched, trying to make room for all of him as Konig was balls deep inside of you. He panted, sweat covering his entire body. Your wetness felt so good as he twitched inside of you. Slowly, as he was trying to be considerate of your sleeping form, he ground his hips into you. He moved one hand to the front of your abdomen, feeling around until he found the buldge pressing forward in your stomach. He growled when he touched it, imagining his big cock barely fitting into your tight cunt. He pressed his hand down onto the bump, and your body reacted, shivering around him.
He stuttered in pleasure, biting his lip to keep his moans at a low volume. The quiet sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy echoed through the room, accompanied by his rhythmic grunting and your weak whimpers. His cock throbbed inside of you, sending jolts of pleasure through his lower abdomen with each thrust. His face was flushed and his pupils were blown wide as he huffed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, mumbling sweet nothings in German into your ear.
He felt himself teetering closer to his orgasm - the sounds of him fucking you to sleep, the feeling of the mixed juices coating his cock and his thighs, your high whines and mewls, the lingering taste of your cum on his tongue... He was so close to the edge, desperately trying to hold himself back as to not disturb you, and to last a few moments longer...
"I'm gonna fucking breed you, liebe..." he mumbled, whimpering as his orgasm approached quickly. "... gonna fucking fill you up, and there's not a damn thing you can do... Scheiße, so fucking tight... You take my cock so well, meine gute kleine Schlampe..." My good little slut... He felt your walls clenching rhythmically around his member, and your whimpers got higher and higher, your back arching against his as a second orgasm overcame you.
He felt his cock twitching, and a cord in his lower abdomen snapped. "Fuuuck, liebe, take it, take it, fucking take it, Scheiße..."
His thrusts became shallow and sloppy - he sank his teeth into your neck as an attempt to quiet his grunts and whimpers as he pounded into you, his cum spurting through his cock, filling up your cunt. "Mph, scheisse!" he whined into your neck. He rode out his orgasm, the room filling with sloppy squelching as his cum seeped out of you, dripping onto his thighs and the sheets.
He felt your body relax once more, his own muscles going limp around you. He lazily ground his hips into your ass, his cock still embedded in your cunt, now going soft. He gently thumbed his cum back into your pussy, pushing it in between his member and your lips. He sighed contentedly, wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you closer onto him. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck, feeling the layer of sweat that covered you both.
"Du bist mein perfektes Mädchen..." You are my perfect girl... he mumbled into your ear, planting a kiss on the top of it. You stirred gently, your hips briefly moving away from his. He gently held you down on his cock. "No, schatz..." he hummed, eyes closing, "... I want to stay in this warm, sweet pussy of yours... oh, verdammt, I've missed you... I'll never let you go for so long again..."
He placed one last kiss to your neck, before hugging you tighter, his length still buried deep inside you. As he drifted off to sleep, he had one last thought. "Don't think I forgot your promise for tomorrow morning, liebling..."
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konig x reader
warnings: dry humping, slight size kink, msub, virgin konig
just thinking about reducing this big burly man to a whimpering mess by grinding your pussy into his twitching cock through your clothes. i think he'd be super sensitive 'cause i hc that he's a virgin. the social anxiety he has never really helped him in that department, so he's all whiny and blushing when you rub against him, sitting on top of him. it's hard to fit him under you. he keeps rutting into you, and you'd be afraid you'd get thrown off of him if it wasn't for the vice-like grip he had on your hips. he's so worried about cumming too quick that he barely even notices when you begin to hump him faster. he can almost feel the heat of your pussy on his covered cock, and he wants it so bad he could almost tear up. "o-oh fuck, Liebling, i'm sorry, so fucking sorry..." he says. he trembles a bit, and his voice gets higher, and you feel him twitch hard through your clothes before you notice a wet stain on his pants. "i-i didn't mean to, fuck," he keeps apologizing, without realizing you thought it was the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen.
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i need breeding kink!konig before i cryy also w small reader eeee
𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃, 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃
pairing : könig x f!reader ('perle')
synopsis : könig snaps after a particularly hard mission, unable to hold back his desire much longer.
warnings : [ 1k words ] Emotional distress, unprotected pinv sex, utterly pathetic könig, breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation, cum eating, reference to oral (f receiving). könig is a babbling mess.
notes: this is pure filth. barely any mention of small reader because i like to be inclusive <33
König’s combat boots drag across the floorboards of your shared apartment, depositing clumps of dried Spanish mud across the oak with each weary trudge of his feet. Your boyfriend carries his body over the house threshold like a wounded hound, his tail between his legs and eyelids still splotched with patchy grease paint. König is prideful, usually holding his gigantic frame with a regal posture to match his name– you’ve never seen him so crippled by what he’d promised would be a straightforward mission, in and out.
You open your mouth to ask, to say his name, to offer your support, noting the way König didn’t take his shoes off at the door like he always did. He doesn’t let you, his prodigious forearms encircling your waist with a vice-like grip.
“Just give me this, Perle. I need nothing else,” he promises you, his accent delicate to your ears when he whispers his plea into your hair. Clutching him tight, you liberate the breath you’d held hostage between the bars of your ribcage since König left. You’d been fearful, as always, that the oxygen in your lungs would serve a life sentence, but when your lungs expand again, aching at the edges, you smell his exertion, the earthiness of the mud that clung to his body, the gunpowder he’d expended while taking lives. He’s home.
“König,” you whisper to him, scared a louder decibel would rip apart the fragile foundations that kept the hefty Austrian upright. He shakes his head in response, his palms pawing at your hips, squeezing at the flesh he finds with overwrought neediness.
“Please, Perle,” he murmured, his voice cracking beneath the tide of his emotional turmoil, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass to pull your body closer, “I just need you. Need you close- need to be in you.”
It’s jarring, the distress you feel roiling inside the tense muscles of his back that you skirt your palm over not matching the dripping desire that coated his tongue. When you lean back in his grip, attempting to catch a glimpse of your lover’s eyes, he pulls you impossibly closer. The thread-worn material of his battle-tested uniform is soft against your skin, but the firmness of his cock against you is undeniable.
“Anything,” you whisper, and it’s as though you’ve let the hounds loose. König launches you over his shoulder, ignoring your squeals of shock, and hurries towards the bedroom with absurdly broad strides.
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He chokes out a string of unintelligible German curse words when he finally bottoms out inside of you. König’s hands, webbed with silver scars that spanned across his knuckles, grasp at your hips and angle them skyward, his thighs flexing as he attempts to keep still for a moment.
“Hahh-ah- Still, Schatzi, be still,” he urges you brokenly. You wail, winded by the sensation of his preposterously thick cock spearing your cunt. It lays deep inside you, nudging at your cervix when it twitches. “S-Still-“
Statuesque, you haven’t moved a nanometre. It’s König, his face buried deep into the crook of your neck, mindlessly pushing his hips deeper into you with shallow thrusts. They’re barely there, slight and feeble, as he dramatically gasps out each time the sensitive tip of his dick brushes your cervix.
“Aha-Haaa, please, please, Perle,” he keens, his rumbling voice strained by his frantic desire. His fingertip pushes into the swollen nub of your clit, and it draws dangerously lazy circles over the sparking nerves there. You sob his name weakly, almost missing his rambled plea. “So tight- your cunt is so tiny for me, Perle. Ughh-fuck- let me cum in it? L-Let me fill it up, watch it spill out of you-“
Your back arches from the mattress as he withdraws his hips slightly, only to plunge them deeper. It’s ludicrous, you think, the way your body gives way to his ridiculous intrusion, but your toes curl with delight, and König wails out another string of profanity.
“Hah-sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, his cock rocking in and out of you but never once entirely withdrawing from your heat, “I just need to fill this cunt, Perle. Need to see it leak– See you swollen with our child– fuck!”
König spits a broken moan when your hips arch to meet his thrusts. Your clit brushes his pubic bone with each joining of your hips, hurtling you towards orgasm and tightening your walls with bliss.
“So tight, so fu-huhhking tight, Perle– Fuck!” König gasps, his hips stuttering as he braces for your answer.
“Yes,” you whine, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm threatens to crash through you in a tidal wave, “Please, König, please fucking fil–“
König cuts off your appeal with a hoarse cry of your name, his whole body trembling with the force of his orgasm as his cock spurts thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside of your cunt. The warmth of the blooming pressure inside you sparks a blissful throb, your nails sinking into König’s forearms as it detonates inside you. You hear him through the mind-blowing buzz, wailing and sobbing about how you’re milking him, how it’s dripping from your cunt and into the bedsheets.
It’s hazy when the overwhelming euphoria floats down, König still hunched over your body and thrusting inside of you helplessly. His jaw hangs loose, eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of agonising pain and paradisical ecstasy as he fucks his cum deeper into you.
“Hahah-Ahhh fuck, c-creaming all o-ohhhver my cock-“he slurs, his removing his oversensitive cock with a pathetic sob. His fingers sink into your cunt almost instantly, ignoring the curl of your toes and the arch of your back to stuff the dribbling cum back inside of your fluttering pussy.
“Need it to take, Perle,” König garbles, his eyelids heavy as he sinks low to the mattress to swipe up the remaining excess with his tongue. He mumbles around your pussy as he laps up his cum from its glistening lips, “Jus’ lift your hips, Schatz. Sit them on my face; I want to taste us–“
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german professor!koing x student!reader
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i like to think konig being that hot middle age professor who dresses like a hot history professor. also yall this is my first time actually writing smut, so like...don't come for me on how bad it is, i'm trying to get better lmao.
cw: straight up porn lmao, female reader, p in v sex, slight breeding and corruption
you are in the middle of the lecture room, chewing the tip of your pen as you watched your german professor looking down at his notes before continuing with the presentation. you would be lying to yourself if you didn't find him attractive. he was clumsy, cheesy, laid back, and more importantly hot.
as he wrapped up class, he looked out into the room of students, making sure no one had any questions before dismissing the class a bit early, on this nice friday afternoon. his eyes stopped on yours for a second before you shoot him a pretty smile.
you made sure to pack slowly, as the lecture room emptied out, leaving you alone with him. as you come closer to the desk, you can see him give you a kind smile.
"ah y/n, your last paper was good. your german is getting better." he said warmly.
"thank you professor konig. it helps to have an amazing professor." you gave him a sly smile as you looked at him.
"vielen dank für ihre freundlichen worte. i try my best." he felt his face flush slightly.
unknowing to you, he has also had his eyes on you. he found you attractive and a sweetheart. he knows he shouldn't fantasize about a kind student in his class, but he can't help but fisting himself after work to the imagination of your fucked out face, covered in his cum.
the silence was thick, and so was the tension. before you can even process what happens, konig lips on yours. your bag falls as you grip his arms as you kiss him back. his hands pull at the hem of your shirt as he pulls it up, right above your breast. he picks you up placing you on the desk. your legs wrap around his waist bringing him closer to you, as both of your tongues fight for dominance.
"i've had my eyes on you since the first day of class." he mumbles against your lips. hearing this instantly turned you on, you can feel your panties getting wet.
"me too." you softly said as his lips trail down to your neck, collarbone, and stopping right before your bra. his fingers pull down your bra, as he held the soft flesh in his hand before attaching his mouth on to your hard nipples. you throw your head back at the sensation of his wet tongue on your breast.
you can feel his bulge grinding into your inner thigh. you leaned up, your fingers tugging at his waistband. before you can reach the zipper of his pants he pushes you back gently, your back hitting the desk.
"geduld, liebling." he groans in your ear. you hear your blood soaring in your ears, getting more turned on by him speaking german. before you can say anything, he pulls down your bottoms, looking at the wet spot on your panties. "your so wet, sweetheart." he chuckles before connecting his hot mouth to your clothed cunt.
"oh fuck..." you moaned, your eyes looking at the empty lecture room upside down. you can feel your panties getting wetter due to the mixture of your sweet juices and his wet tongue.
he gently moves your panties to the side, finally connecting his mouth to your bare cunt. you moan loudly, at the sensation. he continues to explore your folds as he slowly teases his fingers at your entrance. he moans as he laps up all of your juices, making sure he savors it all.
as you whimper and moan under him, your thighs are squeezing his head, but he doesn't mind. he slowly teases his fingers, inching their way into your soft and velvety walls. now you were squirming under him, as his fingers pump in and out of your and his mouth sucked on your sensitive bud.
"o-oh fuck..." my fingers tugged at his hair. "i'm about to c-cum..." your breathing became more ragged, as your chest was heavy. "w-wait p-pleas-" you can't finish your sentence as konig sped up his fingers, driving you to the edge.
"f-fuck" you dragged out your moan, as your body trembled. konig hums, sending shivers up your body, helping you ride out your orgasm. your breathing is heavy as you looked up at him, watching him lick your slick off his fingers while holding eye contact with you your face flush as you watched him.
"mmm...you taste good, meine liebe." he said in a husky voice, as he licked his lips. "i think you are wet enough." he mumbles as he frees his cock. you can't help but be amazed at the sheer size of it. he hooks his arms around your thighs bringing you closer to the edge of the desk. he aligns the tip to your entrances, leaning close enough to you that both of your noses met.
"be a good girl and take it." he smirked before crashing his lips onto yours and slamming his hips into yours. you moan against his lips, feeling your cunt stretching, feeling him bottom out inside you.
he gives you a second to adjust to his size, before slightly beginning to grind his hips against yours. you can feel your soft and velvety walls clench, making him groan in the process. your arms wrapped around his neck, as your nails dug into his shoulder blades.
"i-i feel so...full..." you whined as he picked up his pace, slamming his hips into yours at a steady pace. "ja? nun gut, ich werde dich bald ausstopfen, liebling." he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.
the room was completely silent, aside from the sound of skin smacking, the heavy breathing, and the sound of your slick. it was filthy, a professor corrupting his student, but this wasn't about grades or lectures. this was about how much you wanted him and how much he wanted you.
"scheiße, bist du dicht." he groans, as his hips picked up his pace, as you moan breathlessly under him.
his cock relentlessly hitting your cervix, as you slowly became a babbling mess under him. you can feel the ecstasy building up inside you again, as your hands gripped his.
"pl-please professor..." his pace was also getting sloppier. "i'm go-nna cum..." i moaned, as I could hear him groan as well, knowing he was going to cum as well.
"ich auch liebe." his hand moved from your thighs to your waist, now relentlessly slamming into you harder as he chased his high. you were sure your inner things would be bruised by how hard he was slamming into you, but that didn't matter right now.
"shit..." you barely croaked out gripping his hand as your body started trembling, as you cum on his cock. his pace was not staggering, feeling your walls clenched higher than before as you came.
"gutes mädchen." he groans, as he feels his climax coming. he was already corrupting you, so what better way to end it than by stuffing your puffy cunt with his cum. his hand gripped your waist even harder, leaving bruises, as he slams his cock in one last time before releasing his hot and sticky seed in you.
he slams his lips on yours, as he continues to fill you up, and you can't do anything about it because his hips are locked into yours. he gently slides his soft cock out of your hole, and you can feel his cum leak out. you whimpered due to being sensitive, before pulling away from his lips.
"just so you know y/n, this isn't going to reflect how i grade your assignments." he smirks.
"don't worry professor konig, if anything this just gives me the motivation to do better."
"good." he places a tiny peck on your lips, before pulling your panties over your abused cunt that was filled with his seed, before helping you get dressed. he fixes himself before giving his hand to help you stand up from the desk. your knees weak and your cunt was sore.
"we should do this again, professor. wouldn't want to lose motivation to do well in this class." i teased him.
he chuckles before getting you a pat on your ass. he couldn't help his cock getting hard again by watching you stumbling out of the class.
this was definitely not the last time.
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Could you do Daddy kink König x fem reader pls 🙏👉👈
König w/ a Daddy Kink
Warnings: 18+, Daddy Kink, Dominant König, Breeding Kink, Forced Breeding Kink, Consensual Non-Con/Dub-Con Kink (König would never force himself on you; he loves you very much and everything you do together is explicitly consensual), Somnophilia, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Submissive Reader, Fem Reader, Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, Petnames, Pussy Slapping, Plugging, Sadism, König’s dick is H U G E, Profanity, Fluff, etc.
DADDY KONIG AAAAAAAHHHHHH
Okay, Dom König absolutely has a daddy kink.
And you realised it by accident when you screamed “Daddy!” as he made you cum.
Body riddled with the ebbing of your orgasm, heaving chest flush against König’s, you lolled against him, perfectly oblivious to what you’d unearthed in König.
“What was that, Engel?” König said, panting, twitching, head tilting as he looked down at you.
You could barely talk, nevermind move.
When you didn’t answer, still panting heavily, König took your face in his hand, gripping your jaw, making you wince.
“Don’t test my patience, Engel.” His voice was low and rasping with lust. “I’m sure you don’t want me to pound you again. Not while you’re so…” He pressed his fingers against the bruised, sensitive skin of your lips.
You yelped, back arching, pushing you further into König’s chest.
“I…I called you…” Your gaze fell from his sharp eyes, drifting off to the side, shame obscuring your confidence and rendering you incapable of facing him.
“Go on,” König encouraged. “Say it.”
“Daddy…”
König shivered, his skin breaking out into goosebumps. He sucked in a hiss between his teeth, and, slowly, ground his half-hard cock against your aching flower. You whined. König growled.
“Mmmh, Darling,” his breath shuttered, “such a good girl.”
König rubbed against your clit, making you moan - cry - against him.
“M’gonna fuck you so hard ‘til–”
He groaned, his tip catching your lips. God, so tempting - so inviting.
“‘Til you make me a daddy.”
Expect many thorough breeding sessions after this.
Literally just König filling you until you look and feel like you’re about to burst, only for him to plug you and make you keep his seed inside you.
“Pull it out and I’ll keep going until you actually pop.”
Definitely into somnophilia.
Will wake up at an odd hour of the morning with a raging hard-on and will just feed his length into your pussy, feeling you squeeze him while you sleep.
“Gonna fill you up, Baby,” he’d whisper in your ear, giving a low moan when you shift in your sleep and invite him deeper.
If you wake up during this and tell König to: “Nnng, stop - please, don’t–”
You’re just gonna make him cum harder, draw him to his end quicker.
That being said, he has a slight (massive) dub-con kink.
Also, consensual forced breeding kink.
“N-no! Please, Daddy, I don’t wanna get pregnant–”
“Shut your fucking mouth,” König hissed, his cock bulging in your stomach, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.
“I’ll breed you as much as I like; m’gonna make sure you never leave this house again–” he moaned as he felt himself succumbing to his release, his member twitching. “So beautiful – you’re gonna look so pretty, swollen with my offspring.”
Well, given you actually want to bring a child into the world, of course.
If not, you and König can simply pretend, still indulging König’s daddy kink at every given opportunity.
König refuses to let you refer to him by anything other than ‘Daddy’ when he’s in the mood - failure to do so results in some serious pussy slapping.
Doesn’t matter how sensitive you are; he’s going to make sure you remember to call him Daddy next time.
The same goes for if you start being bratty.
König’s kink is not an invitation for you to start acting fussy.
“Oh, it’s too big?” he said, his eyes wide – mirroring and mocking your expression – inching his cock inside you, stretching you over him.
You whined, scowling, eyes doe and glistening.
“Daddy, it hurts!” you squealed. “Take it out, please–”
“Shh, Princess. Don’t make me angry.” König said, his eyes darkening. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”
Definitely into discipline and spanking.
Will sometimes do it even if you haven’t warranted it.
Slaps your backside and thighs with his belt, breath quivering when he hears the sound of leather against skin, sees the red marks across your body.
And when a wide-eyed, confused expression crosses your face, he just smiles cruelly down at you.
“Shouldn’t be walking around with that tight little ass if you didn’t want me to hit it.”
In more ways than one *wink*.
Outside of the bedroom, calling König ‘Daddy’ is a proven way to get him to do anything for you.
Just bat your eyelashes at him and say in your softest voice: “Daddyyy, the cookie jar’s too far away; will you get it for me?”
And he’s DONE.
“Of course, Princess. Anything for you.”
He’s just so whipped for you.
Looks at you like you’re the Universe and all its celestial creations.
Tends to your every need, without question or hesitation.
Literally will not rest until all your needs are met and surpassed.
Sit in his lap, PLEASE.
He’ll literally just die in his seat if you do. Regardless of how dominant König’s feeling, he’s still vulnerable to your gentle advances.
And just vulnerable to you, to be honest.
But love will do that to a person, and König, a man whose profession made him think he was forced never to feel love himself, has never wanted to protect something - or someone - more.
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Taming You
fem!reader x toxic!konig
MDNI | DDDNE
Warnings: konig is misogynist, controlling, possessive, slight yandere, pervert konig, toxic masculinity, marking, dub-con, p in v sex, brief mention of ass-slapping, dark content ahead
DO NOT DO THIS IRL EVER. THIS IS ONLY FOR FANTASY
toxic konig really turns me on and i had to write about it
i accidentally posted this before i came up with a title so if you saw "tbd" as the title, no you didnt
you had first spoken with konig when he needed your help to fix one of his work tablets. you had seen him around on base before, his eyes always on you as you went past, but neither of you approached the other. it took you a few days to fix his device, and during those days you learned his type - it was you. his recent searches on porn websites that he didn't bother to erase described you a little too closely. and the situations that he looked up with your bodily descriptions, well, they made you feel a little sick.
you handed his tablet back to him with a forced smile. but he was so polite as he thanked you that you began to wonder if you had misread his searches.
"danke, meine Schatz," he said so gently as he took the tablet from your hands slowly as not to startle you. the sweet tone in his voice made you let down your guard for a moment. it reflected so obviously in your eyes, and the way your smile became a little less forced and showed more teeth.
"if you ever have a problem with anyone here, you let me know, ja?" he said gently again, as if he were telling you a bedtime story. you blinked and your smile faltered slightly as you processed his words. this time, your smile attempted to tame the beast. to fawn.
"i haven't had any problems here thankfully, i think everything will be okay," you said with a shaky voice.
konig stared at you for a moment, silent and dark, before his voice adopted that soothing tone that no one else had ever heard from him. "still. you come to me. for anything. ja?"
you just nodded as you smiled. there was no way you would get him off your back by fighting him. not that you could, even if you wanted to, verbally or physically.
...
somewhere along the line, konig had become your boyfriend. you weren't really sure how it happened. he asked you out to dinner a few times, and each time, you said yes. you were too scared to say no. konig was always gentle with you though. he always held the door open for you, tipped the waitress well, didn't get handsy with you too soon.
but you would argue with him sometimes. or rather, you would be put in your place.
"you have quite a mouth, you know?" he said lowly as he looked down at you. you challenged his stare with one of your own, but it began to crack as he began to stand up to his full height. "your past man friends let you talk to them like this?"
you nodded, too scared to speak.
konig shook his head from side to side. "not with me, Schatz." his eyes seemed to go even darker from underneath his hood. "you don't talk to me like that, ever," he growled. he bent his back slightly so that he was now completely leaning over you. "i'll teach you how a woman should talk to her man. i will make you behave."
your breathing was deeper as he emphasized that last word. his demeanor, how he was talking to you, infuriated you. everything in your logical mind told you to get a restraining order from him, to switch jobs, block him, to never see him again. your mind told you he was dangerous. controlling.
but the throbbing in your core and your slick-drenched panties told you something else. you stared up at him through your lashes defiantly, but said nothing.
konig seemed slightly satisfied with that. "see? you can be a good girl. you're not used to being with a man. you've been with boys. i will change that."
...
konig tamed you with his cock. you hated to admit that. you denied it every chance you could.
"all it takes is a hard cock to make you behave," he grunted into your ear as he fucked you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress. you moaned without abandon, relishing the way he perfectly filled you up with each thrust.
you were always so much more obedient after he fucked you. he wouldn't miss the near hearts in your eyes after each session. how you'd look at him so innocently and sweetly as he stroked your hair.
"you're getting better," he whispered into your hair. "you barely talk back anymore. that's how a woman should be."
you knew the things you "talked back" to konig about would all be evidence for a restraining order from him. how he threatened to keep you locked in his room when he saw a text from a guy on your phone (it was your cousin), how he nearly killed the guy who accidentally bumped into you in the hallway one night, how he'd give you so many dark hickeys that you couldn't possibly hide them for work, how he'd silently dare you to talk back to him when he said something you didn't agree with. but all you did was stare angrily at him, and feel your core throb as he tamed you.
but sex with him wasn't always loving. most of the time, it wasn't. he'd hold you down despite your protests of it being too much, and just slam his cock into you over and over and over again. he'd toss you onto any surface he could before he rushed up behind you and shoved it in. he didn't care who heard, or who saw. everyone needed to know that you were his.
but that was evident enough even without hearing you scream his name almost every night. it was the way he would be right behind you wherever you were when he wasn't on duty. how you could barely use the women's restroom without him growing sour. how he'd stare daggers into any man who even dared to glance at you, or how he'd slap your ass in front of a room full of people just so show off his cute little trophy. the way you yelped each time he did it was just so cute.
he did train you how to be the woman he wanted. an obedient, pliable woman who never protested anything he said, and took his cock gratefully every time he gave it to you.
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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.+ 𝐊Ö𝐍𝐈𝐆
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synopsis. you miss König a lot, and every time he comes back, you make sure to make up for lost time.
pairing. König x reader
genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, dating headcanons, established relationship, smitten, relationship fluff, size kink, height difference, slight dom/sub, slight choking, cowboy position, save a horse ride a cowboy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍 800+ w.c.
König as your broad nervous boyfriend is awkward not in the way that he stutters while trying to talk, but in the way that he simply cannot maintain eye contact without his third leg appearing.
König would be so afraid to even touch you sometimes since he's just towering over you and packed with so much muscle, and he's been literally trained to kill one of his fears, which is that he might accidentally break you into two.
And it doesn't completely help that you find that idea so fucking hot. Often would you tempt the poor man's neglected, touched starved soul.
Combing the nails of your fingers against his scalp as he rested his head against your thigh dozing off, cupping his chiseled jaw, and placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth leaving just a hint of sweet flavor from your lip balm that has him tongue dragging over his bottom lip every time as if he was starving for your kisses.
Unwinding him like a ball of string at your will, the second you crawl into Konig's lap, demanding his attention, straddling your thighs against his, he knows just from the look in your eyes just what you've been fidgeting all this time for.
The acrylic of your nails made crescent nail marks into the thick build of his neck as you tilted his head up, just like you had managed to take so much authority from him. König seemed to feel most at ease whenever he was in your presence.
Being out on the front lines and surviving all that trauma and violence König had practically grown up in the rough of the fields, knowing that he had gotten his footing in the military when he had just turned the required age too.
He was well aware that coping with his bad anxiety through violence and expressing his emotions solely through brutal combat was both dangerous and extremely unhealable.
Luckily, a new addiction came along to replace some of that pent-up hatred: the moment he had laid his eyes on you, he had fallen face-first in love with you.
You had always been the one to make the first move for everything, and if you hadn't introduced yourself and been forward with him the day you two had met, König was convinced that he just wouldn't have the guts to even look in your direction.
The six-foot-ten man with muscles bigger than the spread of your thigh who still managed to melt into a flustering mess of nothing every time you kissed him
König was everything you could have asked for and more in a man, whimpering at your small praise and strings of worship in your eyes.
When you first met König, he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
Finally having a break from his mission, he and the crew took the night off to wind down with a few drinks at one of your town's bars.
It was impossible for König to blend in like the others, even sitting down, because his height made him stick out like a sore thumb.
You being the naturally born go-getter that saw the window of opportunity and snatched it.
It was your forwardness that also made König struggle to not stumble over every slightly suggestive comment that you made about him.
That forwardness was also the reason he would become a whining, sweaty mess, his hands gripping onto the cushions of your couch as if you were trying to snatch his soul.
The deep moans that slipped from his throat made him sound like a modern-day porn star from how needy you were riding him.
His head slouched back with his eyes squeezed shut, saying your name as if it were a prayer.
Just the sight of him all unraveled and begging had added fuel to the fire that had been lit inside. "Uh—ah, I missed you so much," he would whimper from under you.
You understood that his field of career had him traveling for long months, possibly to a different country every night, with the possibility that he wouldn't come home to you alive.
Which was why every time he did it, you showed König how much you had truly missed him by fucking the shit out of him.
Holding him down against the mattress with the weight of your body as you rode him, each thigh spread, straddling his hips in place, you met the pace of his needy thrusts.
You wanted to savor moments like these forever, knowing that you were the only one allowed to see König so desperate like this and that you were the only person that had the power to distract him from the job that he dedicated his entire life to.
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How They Kiss (MW2 x GN! reader) HCs
TW: some mentions of sex or grinding, MDNI, some slight NSFW.
König
Either super rushed or super timid
If he’s working and you’re in the field with him, his kisses are fast and rough.
He’ll grab both sides of your head and force his lips to yours, sometimes clashing teeth together.
Konig will mumble about how much he loves you and how sexy you are.
He will be extremely handsy at all times, greedily sliding one of his hands from your head down to grab a handful of your ass and lift you towards his lips.
The other hand will slide behind your neck to press your face to his firmly.
Outside of work (or drinking) Konig’s kisses are extremely timid.
He’ll always ask if he can kiss you, if he initiates it at all. Typically you kiss him first, but if he’s standing you have to ask him to lean down or pick you up.
He’ll prefer kisses with you resting on top of him while he’s laying down or leaning back. That way you can initiate and guide him.
Definitely moans a lot more when you’re on top.
Likes it when you hold his wrists or restrain him in some way. Loves when you cuff his hands above his head.
Gets really submissive when you grind onto him while sitting in his lap. He’ll do anything you say at that point.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Simon prefers slow, passionate kisses with you. He’s generally a gentle, but dominant, lover.
Will never allow PDA of any sort. He does not like to share any information about his personal life, including your relationship. Will only tell those on a NTK (need to know) basis.
He doesn’t mind your quick pecks over his mask, but sharing a sensual kiss with you effects him much more.
He likes to grab your hair as his hand cradles the back of your head.
Will massage your scalp lightly.
Always presses his forehead to yours to look deep into your eyes before pulling away.
You love his jawline, reminding him as you kiss along it. He groans softly as his arm is draped over you, the other cradling your face.
You love to tease Simon by kissing him passionately, then returning to whatever task you were doing beforehand. He usually ‘punishes’ you by lifting you off your feet and saying how you “won’t be getting away that easily”.
He will love to make you gasp into his mouth by smacking your ass lightly and kneading a handful after, soothing your skin.
Always on the dominant side of the kiss, easily pulling you into him with his incredibly strong arms.
Loves to put you in his lap to tease you with his thigh as he watches your reaction, hoping to hear your soft mewls as he holds you in place.
Always keeps a bruising grip on your hip, keeping you in his lap and grinding against him.
You love to see the veins in his arm raise up as he grabs your hip, not minding the pain his iron grip inflicts in favor of marveling at his arms.
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish
Needy and handsy
This man will be grabbing your ass every time you kiss, groaning into your mouth because he knows it gets you going.
Will whisper dirty promises into your ear about what he wants to do to you.
Will have no shame displaying PDA in front of 141.
Kisses always end up with his tongue massaging yours as he pulls you closer to him.
Will make sure you feel your effect on him through his pants by grinding into you as he pulls you impossibly closer.
Smiles and laughs a bit when he gets you to moan into his mouth so effortlessly.
Likes to lift you up in his arms and have you lock your legs around him. Especially likes when you squeeze him with your legs.
Definitely a thigh enjoyer.
He loves when you pull on his hair and massage his scalp, it’ll make him moan.
Reunion kisses are always accompanied by a spin.
This man loves manhandling you, lifting you up constantly to kiss you silly.
You love to grab his biceps, squeezing and feeling them flex as he maneuvers you however he pleases. The strength he possesses is intoxicating.
Alejandro Vargas
Will disregard onlookers entirely. PDA is just him refusing to care about privacy.
They can either leave or watch the show.
He loves how flustered his PDA can make you.
Kisses you deeply, his tongue teasing you as he leads the kiss.
Loves when you breathlessly moan “mm Ale” between kisses.
Rests his hand in your hair, tangled up in your locks, but not pulling on it. He just likes to curl his fingers in your hair.
Rudy is extremely used to you and Alejandro getting steamy in front of him, it’s barely noticeable for him at this point (poor guy, lol).
Will tease you endlessly, using one hand to ghost over your ass as the other holds your hips against his. Eventually you use your hand over his to finally make contact and get him to squeeze your ass firmly. He’ll chuckle due to your impatience.
His other hand will move to the small of your back, keeping you close to him.
When you pull away for air, you’re greeted with a smirk and loving eyes. He adores you, but also loves to get you riled up.
His smirk will only fuel your fire (as intended), and you’ll push on his shoulders in the direction of the nearest private place you two can get it on.
Depending on the time, he’ll humor you. But if there’s an upcoming mission, this man will leave you high and dry to tease you and bring out your sexual frustration.
He gets off on you begging.
Expect a rough and passionate followup in bed to your make out sessions, he’ll make sure you’re well taken care of before he’s finished.
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Horsin' around (Centaurus!Konig x fem!Reader)
Konig is exiled from his people. You are exiled from yours. Together, you make about 6 legs and a perfect pair.
Tags and CW: Size kink (duh), Centaurus!Konig(horse cocks), Konig is awkward, slight dub-con, power imbalance, belly bulge, praise kink, monster fucking.
Thanks @kneelingshadowsalome for the prompt!
AO3| Word count: 3016
Centaurus are not wild animals.
You keep repeating it to yourself as you come deeper and deeper into the forest. You keep mumbling it to yourself as you feel the eyes watching you. judging you. Centaurus are not wild animals even if sometimes they behave like one. Not like you’re any different, any better – you’re a human, invading the sacred forests. You’re a human who is dumb enough to go foraging into the depths of their territory.
Centaurus are not wild animals, but you don’t feel that repeating the same sentence over and over makes it sound any more convincing. You feel the danger in the air – with each step you take, with each fallen tree you’re stepping over. With every attempt to simply run ending up not working, you know you got lost. Long abandoned the basket you came with – you don’t recognize a single berry that grows here, not a mushroom or even some edible plant pieces to be found. This place is devoid of animals, of flowers – like something just snatched it all away. Ate it all, maybe. You don’t want to think what kind of creature could cause a migration like this.
You don’t need to think though.
Because the creature finds you first.
You yelp in a mix of surprise and horror when the arrow flies right in front of you, the skill of the archer is high enough to make the arrow cut down a few bits of hair in front of your eyes. If you were a mere millimeter closer, you’d be dead. If he wanted you dead, you’d be dead. This much is obvious.
You freeze in place, not daring to move an inch when you hear it. Loud, not even bothering to conceal the sound of it – the creature was confident enough that the prey wouldn’t run. Not the creature, you correct yourself immediately. Centaurs are not animals, they are closer to humans than a lot of other monster types – with their strength and warrior culture, you’d say that they are even more humans than citizens of the village who forced you out.
The centaur doesn’t even bother to hide himself from you, concealing the sounds of heavy hooves on the ground or evading the branches that crunched against his body. This is exactly what made you surprised when you understood that instead of a rough, but mostly handsome face that most centaurus tend to have, you’re met with a black hood which only spared two holes for the icy-blue eyes staring back at you.
Is he a grim reaper? An executioner for other centaurus? Would that mean you don’t have to worry unless your lower part resembles a horse?
You take a quick look at your bottom half. Not a horse.
Centaur reapers the gesture, looking at his bottom half too. Definitely a horse.
You decide to speak first, hoping to find words that would work just fine to be your last.
— I am really sorry for intru…
— This is not the sacrifice season yet.
Ah, well.
The people from your village believe the centaurs to be sacred – despite them being monsters they knew a lot about, they were still given sacrifices. Food, some farm animals, especially fatty pieces of meat, and fancy jewels along with some weapons. Centaurus kept the worst predators at bay, herding the wolves to be their pets and sometimes driving deer and rabbits away to the village. They kept you protected from werewolves and orcs – with a meager payment of never touching the sacred grounds.
You just stepped into the deepest, most protected part of the forest. You wonder if you would deserve a peaceful death.
— It’s not. I…I made a mistake.
No, you wanted to be here. When the village decided to drive you out, you thought that foraging in the part of the forest, untouched by humans, would be the most profitable thing. Centaurus won’t take berries anyway, right? But they might just take your life.
— A mistake?
He tilts his hooded head to the side. It’s such a boyish expression, that you almost let go of a nervous giggle. Perhaps, you were going crazy…but the centaur seemed a bit nervous. As seasoned as he looked – with battle scars covering his body and a bit of silver mixed with his ginger fur on the horse part – he seemed almost awkward standing here. Tapping one of his hooved legs like a nervous child. Squeezing the bow in his hands with vigor that made you scared he will just snap it in half.
— I just wanted to take some food.
— Is there a hunger?
— No.
— Humans aren’t allowed in these parts. Why would you go if not out of despair?
You gulp.
— I…am not allowed back.
— Why?
Because you’re a forest witch who will doom them all, according to the village of a horse people worshippers. Because you’re a monster in disguise who keeps straling babies, according to the village that uses the best pieces of food to feed the horse people who can take of themselves just fine, instead of feeding it to the orphaned children. Because you’re a whore who refuses to accept the new type of sacrifices – the virgins of the village as a breeding material for the Centaurus, according to the village filled with people who would gladly push a poor virgin out in the forest once she turned of age, so she could be mauled by horse people.
— We had…mutual disagreement.
You stare at the mighty body of the centaur. You fight the urge to get your hands down his torso, play with its short hairs, and…you were always a bit of a horse girl. Wondering if he is strong enough to lift you up and get you somewhere safe, somewhere far far away from here.
Centaur has this weird, almost boyish tone. Deep and yet, sounds just a bit deranged. Unhinged. Like he is going to maul you any second – and judging by the bow and arrow still in his hands, he might not be wrong. You lick your lips. He stares at them – or at least you think he is. Hood only reveals his eyes and you can already get lost in them. Cold, like the northern sea, Like the snow outside. You thought all mythical creatures were supposed to be warm-blooded.
— You’re exiled then.
He isn’t asking. Centaurus are omnipotent and wise, they should know about human affairs more than humans themselves. You made them into sort of gods – you shouldn’t be surprised that this guy knows way more than he should. Somehow, you still feel safer around him than other humans – and maybe, it’s more of a you problem. Maybe, you ended up eating some of the weird berries and it’s just your hallucinations before you die.
— I am.
He takes a step back. He is big – all of them are, you suppose, but, somehow, he is bigger than he should be. Giant, muscular torso on top of an already muscular and big horse part – he can pick you up, throw you, and break you with one finger, probably. No, definitely. You don’t want to give him a reason to, so you just stay in place. Hoping he wouldn’t deem your trespassing as a matter worthy of a torturous death.
— My name is König, human. Repeat, ja?
The name feels weird on your tongue. Rude, sharp. You don’t want to call him wrong and receive his wrath, so you try your best to repeat this.
— Ko-nig. Ja?
You tilt your head to the side, a curious little bird. Centaur – König, König, König – squints his eyes like he is smiling. You made the god smile. The horse god. The horseman. Just…man. If you don’t look down, where you already see something giant and heavy standing between his horse legs, you could forget that he isn’t a man at all.
Suddenly, you feel light. Suddenly, you feel your legs dangling in the air as you were picked up and bumped into the broad chest. Suddenly, you feel hands everywhere. On your ass, under it, touching your chest, your stomach, trying to get to the best position so you would stop moving constantly and trying to get out. You don’t want to fight him because you’re already in the air and falling right now could result in a broken neck – but you don’t want to be suspended in the air either. You whimper, pathetic sound escaping your lips as you feel calloused hands pressing on your mound. Traveling down your stomach and touching, squeezing, petting your delicate parts.
You spend so much time without a gentle hand or a soft touch, you can feel yourself dripping on the fingers of a centaur. Embarrassing, yes – but you know that if he were to proceed, you wouldn’t really resist.
And oh, he proceeds.
— They finally send us proper sacrifices.
He mumbles it into your hair, taking in your smell. You’re nice for a human – not scared of him too much, not trying to ran away or fight. Humans are usually just annoying insects under his hooves, but König can feel your face growing on him. Your body, too. Too weird for other Centaurus, never being able to find a proper mate who could take his lack of social awareness, he found himself mounting a human. His tribe would call him pathetic. His tribe would laugh.
Then again, he is the first to get such a delicate little gift. Who is laughing now?
You aren’t crying in his hands, and he is a bit surprised. You smell like a proper mate, like a good bitch in heat just for him – yet, you’re not falling on your knees to present your dripping cunt. You’re just trying to whimper to ask him to be gentler, and he is happy to oblige. Calm enough to listen to you. Ripping your pants apart because this is such a useless piece of clothing – concealing your rich smell from him.
König doesn’t waste any time when he dips his finger across your swollen folds. Playing with the slick running down his wrist, smiling as you are closing your eyes and pressing your head in his chest. He is strong enough to keep you suspended in the air without a care in the world. Weak human, he would have to spend so much time preparing you for him – taking his cock would be a task no sacrifice ever competed before.
König stares at your dripping pussy that is already clenching around nothing just because his fingers are pressing on the hood of your little clit, and he knows you’d be the perfect wife for him. Taking him properly as his mate, moaning as his cum fills you up. he can’t wait – knows that he should, preparing you properly. His hooves are beating the ground in impatience as his fingers slide in and out of your pussy. You spread your legs, moaning louder. Such a filthy whore for him.
— Relax, human. Be a good mate.
— This isn’t what I wa…
— Quiet. Such a good…good girl, Schatz. Will bring me strong children.
— We can’t have sex. It’s im…impossible.
You whimper, trying to squeeze your legs, to shut his hand. You only moan louder, knowing that you would accept everything he gives you, and ask for more.
You don’t want to imagine his cock entering you over and over, forcing its way past your walls and making you round and soft with his children. It’s a foreign concept – centaurus shouldn’t mate with humans, it should be physically impossible. Yet, you almost want to try. A breeding mare, made for one and only.
König gets you on…something. It isn’t exactly a natural thing – a pile of stones and trees, perfect height for you to lay your back on, with some soft leaves and animal skins to rest comfortably. His hands support you on the perfect height and you immediately know what he construction is. A mating stand. Probably for other centaurus – but you feel almost fine laying on it too. Almost normal. Your muscles sting as you try to rest your legs and then spread them wide enough for König to stay between them. He is a big guy, after all.
He turns you around, on your tummy. Ass in the air, you don’t like not seeing him. The heavy musk fills your nostrils, making you suddenly aware of what is about to happen – you’re wet, spread enough on his fingers, calloused fingertips scrubbing your gummy walls from the inside. He is fingering you with ease, but it doesn’t feel like a man with experience – he is touching and probing like he doesn’t know what he is doing and, honestly, you kinda like it. He is exploring your body with his and you moan, not caring that you sound like a whore. Humans have already abandoned you as part of society – you might as well just take it.
— I will prepare you.
— It won’t fit…
— It will, Schatzen. You’ll get used to it.
— What if I break?
— I will be careful. Trust me, ja?
Even his fingers are a bit much when he enters your body with a third digit. One, two, three – you are about to burst when he is massaging your G-spot, when he is smiling in your hair and gets you so aroused just on it alone. You’re about to cum when he slowly extracts his fingers, deeming your sloppy cunt as explored enough. Your walls are clenching around nothing, a beautiful display of desire – maybe, it was the right call that humanity abandoned you. König looks at the perfect centraius whore on display and he can’t wait to claim you. To make you his.
He is exiled from other centaurus.
You are exiled from humans.
What a beautiful fucking pair.
He enters your body slowly deliberately. Regrets it immediately – you are wonderful. Too perfect to be this slow, being soft with you is torture. Your walls accept him with a stretch, like a warm glove around his cock. Slowly shifting, softening, straddling his cock with each inch he buries in the depth of your warm, weeping cunt. He can’t touch you, as unfortunate as this is – dumb horse body is making it impossible, even looking at you is hard enough on his neck. He wants to mount you properly, but you’re simply too fucking small. Wants to touch your hair, to whisper some encouragement that human women would probably love to hear – but he can only breath heavily and enter you, one painful centimeter after the other.
— T…too much, too much, please, I can’t, it’s…
You whimper, you cry, it breaks his damned heart because you don’t deserve this. You need to be treated with care, with softness and yet, he can’t give you that. He wants so much to just put you in his arms and hug you, but that would be impossible. König will give you all the coddling in the world after you’re done. After he is sure that you received all the possible breeding and seed he could gave you.
— Quiet, human. It would be nice soon.
— It’s not…
— Touch yourself, please, bitte. I can’t…can’t touch you. But you will feel better.
Your hand goes between your legs, playing with yourself. Spreading your folds around his cock even more, fingers sliding past your clit. Touching the little button and hoping it would be enough to make you aroused – and it is. Your cunt is a mess of your own juices mixed with König’s pre cum, and you already know that you won’t be walking the next couple days.
König bottoms with a deep sigh, and you feel him in your stomach. Bulging with his giant cockhead, making the outline of his cock visible – you touch it with shock, not understanding how your organs are even in place.
He starts moving and you finally feel it – the burning pleasure setting fire in the pit of your stomach. the excess liquid pouring from your damp cunt, moans spreading from your lips. You never felt this way with a human before – then again, no human cock would ever be able to compete with König. He can reach the parts of your body that you never knew existed, and the mix of pheromones and musk is making you dizzy. Light-headed. You don’t even need to touch yourself more to feel the height of your orgasm, building in as rapidly as König’s thrusts.
In, forcing its way to hit your cervix gently, massaging the sore spots of your tight pussy.
Out, grazing over your inner walls, touching all the buttons.
In again, filling you up with his pre-cum. Moaning loud enough for the whole forest to hear.
Out, dragging you back with him, as you’re still impaled on his cock.
— S…so perfect for me. Scheisse, so pretty…
He can’t touch you and it breaks his heart. König goes to praise you instead – words feel awkward on his tongue, but he knows you need to heart it. He wants you to hear it, wants you to fee wanted, entitled. Soft. He smiles when you whimper and moan, milking him for his orgasm. Your cunt is made for him and he wants to spend every waking moment buried inside of it. Gods, you are a perfect sacrifice.
He is coming embarrassingly fast, pumping his giant cock even deeper into your pussy. Filling you up with hot cum that can’t even stay inside of your cunt. Leaking everywhere, you two are making a mess – you breath heavily, not understanding what is right and wrong anymore. Only knowing, remembering the shape of his cock. Pushing in and out, forcing its way in. God, you feel full. And ridiculous. And so, so perfect with his cock slowly starting to pump you again. And again.
Konig came embarrassingly fast, but only because this is just the first orgasm in a row. Forcing its way inside, you are overstimulated already – but you will take him, of course, obviously. You have to.
König is going to enjoy breeding a new clan out of you.
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