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centaurisolarflare · 1 year

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König NSFW Headcannons

It’s the quiet ones; it’s always the quiet ones. NSFW, obviously, minors DNI (SFW headcannons here). A lot of x reader babbling because I am down horrendous for this man. Again, this got incredibly out of hand, and I needed to just stop. Enjoy the filth, my loves.

- I wholeheartedly believe this man is amazing at foreplay. Maybe it’s inadvertent, but he wants to experience as much of you as he can for as long as he can. He loves just kissing you and feeling your body move against his, he wants the time to trace over every inch of you. He’s fascinated by the way your muscles and bones move under your skin and he loves mapping out any freckles/moles/marks/scars/etc you have.

- Treats sex like a skill, something he can hone, something he will make himself good at it for you. He catalogs your responses, memorizes your facial expressions, and takes careful note of how each touch affects you. He wants to be deliberate about how he makes you feel; he puts so much effort into learning how your body reacts to him until he’s an expert at taking you apart piece by piece.

- Praise this man. Do it. All the time. Tell him how good he’s doing, how sweet he is, how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks. He’ll blush and duck his head, but he thrives on your words.

-- He’ll whine when you grab his jaw and make him look at you. Make him repeat your praise back to you, make him say that he’s so pretty, that he’s such a good boy, make him say he’s yours and yours alone. Make him stumble through the compliments and clench around him when he’s nearly got the words out properly; laugh when he cuts himself off with a gasp and moans and flexes his fingers into your skin, and make him say the praise again.

- Marks. He wants them and wants to give them. He wants dark bruises that are impossible for him to ignore with the way they ache every time he moves his neck. He wants bite marks everywhere and he wants scratches on his back and arms. He doesn’t mind if you make him bleed with your nails or teeth; he wants to keep the stinging feeling for as long as possible. Definitely the type to press his fingers hard against his bruises to feel them hurt and to make them stay longer. When they eventually do fade, he wants you to give him new ones immediately. If you want marks too, he’ll go just as feral on you.

-- Can’t think straight when you unabashedly show off the marks he gave you. Because he knew he was doing then, he knew there’d be marks when he was sucking and biting at your skin again and again. He knew there’d be bruises where he held onto you a little too hard. But you’d moaned so sweet and told him to keep going, to cover you, and how could he have refused? Now, in the light of day, in public, with people around, he can’t help but flinch at the openness you share them with the world. Because people see. Fuck, people stare at the patchwork of mottled bruises and aggravated blood vessels on your neck, your chest, your collar bones. At the line of dark hickeys stretching from just below your ear, down the beautiful line of your throat, across your chest to where they disappear under your shirt. At the clear shape of his fingertips bruised into your hip when your shirt rides up as you reach for something – something you didn’t even have to reach for because he’s right here and the size of a fucking mountain. You just grin and wink when he puts a hand on your side and grabs the thing for you, and he goes beet red because that’s- that’s how you got that bruise in the first place, from his hand sprawled out against you, fingers gripping into your soft flesh, and his head is fuzzy with it as he snatches his hand back. And you go about your business cool as can be, as if you’re totally unaware of the people around and what you’re doing to him. You’re in a grocery store for fucks sake. It’s agonizing and he’s so conflicted because he’s so antsy about the attention, but he also just wants to mark you up even more. People see and they see you with him and they know. They know he did that to you; they know you let him do that to you. They know, and he feels half wild with it, a little drunk with how they know you’re his because you’re showing them you’re his.

-- He likes giving you hickeys even in non-sexual situations too – for example, if you’re sitting in his lap reading, he’s got his nose pressed against your neck and he’s mouthing at the side of your throat and across your shoulders, and you just end up with several bruises sucked into your skin. He just really likes doing it.

- Before being involved with you he actively tried to ignore his body. Being so tall and imposing served him well for his jobs in the military, and his muscles were a product of maintaining that use, but outside of work his build was just something that drew more unwanted attention to him. The first time you got his shirt off you took a stunned moment to step back and sweep your eyes over him, and he was immediately on edge. The nervous feeling, the anticipation of your disapproval, half dissipated when you locked your bright eyes on his with a sharp grin and yanked him down into a hungry kiss.

-- The first time you saw his cock he would have laughed – if he weren’t so nervous – at the wide-eyed, parted-lips look you gave him. He jumped in surprise when you took him in your hand and groaned at the feel of him. He timidly asked if you were alright and nearly laughed again when you rushed out a breathless string of “König there’s no fucking way you think this is average, I’m going to kill you if you think this is normal, I’m literally going to sue if you’re unaware of how fucking big you are, fuck”. He didn’t respond verbally, but shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “how should I have known?” and does start smiling at your incredulous grumbling. Nothing had prepared him for the dark stab of heat through his gut when you looked your pretty eyes up at him and said, with all the earnest sincerity in the world, “You’re gonna split me in half, big boy; I’m gonna feel you for days.”

-- Now he can’t get enough of watching your face as he pushes his cock into you. The way you whine as he guides your hips down. He is mesmerized by the visible bulge in your stomach when he’s all the way inside of you, watching it reappear each time he sinks into you – he pressed his palm flat down on it for the first time and nearly came right then and there when you choked out the most pathetic, keening noise he’s ever heard and scrabbled to grab at his biceps.

-- Fucks you against the wall, holding you up with his hands tight on your waist, sliding you down on his cock like you’re a fucking toy, listening to your punched out gasps each time he fills you.

-- He loves how he has to take his time getting even his fingers inside you.

-- Loves how he can easily hold both of your wrists in one hand and how large his hands look against your body

-- Loves when you’re on top and you settle into his lap, gasping for air because you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, panting against his neck about how big he is. When you push his shoulders down and splay your fingers out across his abdomen and bounce in his lap. When you make him hold his arms above his head – looking down at him as you take his cock again and again – telling him how good he is, how pretty he looks letting you use him, the stuttered “y-yes ma’am” he manages to choke out when you ask him point blank if he likes getting used like this, if he’d let you ride him until you’re satiated but he’s still hard and aching.

-- Fucked you in front of a mirror – both of you on your knees, you in front of him between his thighs, with one of his arms banded across your stomach, his hand covering your hip, and the other up around your throat with his forearm pressed against your chest – and, fuck, it nearly ruined him to see how his body dwarfed yours. He held you tight against his chest, occasionally ducking his head down to suck busies into your throat and shoulders, but he mostly made you keep your eyes on him through the mirror. Watched the way your breath hitched as he fucked into you, the way you wanted to crumple forwards when he snaked his hand down between your legs but the other hand around your throat kept you upright, murmuring against your ear about how beautiful you are and how you take him so well.

- All the above size kink shenanigans being said, he won’t fuck you until you’re ready for it. No matter how desperate you are, how much you beg him to just put his cock in you already, he won’t. Not until he’s worked you open with his fingers and tongue and he’s absolutely sure he won’t hurt you. He furrows his brows with this cute little frown when you beg him and promise you’ll be fine, like he can’t believe how desperate you are for his cock, and tells you how “no, you are not supposed to be this tight, it will not feel good for you, let me relax you, let me make you feel good”

-- And on that note, he loves you absolutely dripping for him. Slick and hot and already sensitive. He wants you close to crying for it by the time he pushes his cock into you.

- He will shove his fingers in your mouth and press down on your tongue as he fucks you.

- He fucking loves eating you out. Like to an obsessive degree. He’s gotten so damn good at it that it’s impossible to say no. Sometimes when his mind is too busy and too fast, he just wants to lick into you until all he can focus on is how you taste, your hands tugging at his hair, and the sweet noises you make for him. He’s gotten off so many times rutting against the sheets just from having his head between your thighs; the first time it happened he was so embarrassed, and you were just stunned and amazed that he came practically untouched from how much he enjoyed pleasuring you like that, you had to reassure him that you weren’t mad or disappointed and he got so sheepish when you explained exactly how hot it was.

-- This man wants you to sit on his face so fucking badly but he’s too shy to say anything. The moment you bring it up or ask him about it he is hauling you up his body, desperate to get his mouth on you. Doesn’t let you hover, he wraps his arms up around your legs, fingers digging into the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, and pulls you down until you settle your full weight on him. Eats like he’s fucking starved, cannot get enough of the taste of you. He’ll watch you the whole time he does it, starring up at you with such a blaze in his eyes that it’s honestly a little frightening, he’s so intense about it but he just doesn’t want to miss any of how beautifully your body shakes for him. You’re reminded of his sheer strength when he won’t let you up; he doesn’t even bother with words, he just makes a dissatisfied noise against you and seals you down with an iron grip. You’ll literally have to be crying from overstimulation and yanking at his hair to get him to take his fucking mouth off you.

- I think he’d prefer to give you oral but of course he loves when you suck him off, seeing you look up at him through your lashes and wrap your pretty lips around his cock. Loves watching you struggle to take as much of him as you can.

-- When you first started giving him blowjobs, he had no idea what to do with his hands and even when you told him he could touch and even pull your hair he was so afraid of hurting you.

-- Holds your jaw/cheek and hair so gently, even when his hands are shaking and he’s fucking into your mouth. He’s downright ashamed of how much he likes it when you take him too far and gag, how he loves seeing the tears gather in your eyes when you try to take him in your throat.

-- Loves when you’re mean about it – jerking him off and sucking the head of his cock until he can’t stand it but not letting him cum, popping off him with a filthy wet noise, asking him what’s wrong as he gasps and bucks his hips because you’re rubbing your thumb over his slit and it feels so good but he thinks he’s going to die from it.

- Along that topic, he loves edging and love-hates overstimulation. I think he’s got fantastic stamina so you’ve either got to have him fuck you several times or edge him within an inch of his life. Loves that desperate feeling when you bring him so close to cumming only to back off, over and over again until everything is hazy and all he knows how to do is beg you to let him finish. When you don’t stop after he cums he gets this quick sharp realization that he’s absolutely screwed because it’s too much and now he’s begging you to stop, whimpering and twitching his hips but it’s too much and he’s got tears running down his face and you’re telling him he can cum again.

-- Overstimulates you all the time because, again, stamina, and because he just fundamentally can’t get enough of you. Loves when you’re shaking, clawing at him and sobbing with these little hiccup gasps, and can barely say anything except his name and “please”

- Okay, okay, I said about how he loves watching you put on makeup. So maybe, maybe, one day he’d let/ask you to put some on him. Just to see how it looks, how it feels to have on. He loves the look of concentration you fix on him the entire time, getting a little bashful when you hold his chin and appraise your work before grabbing something for the next step. When you’re done you sit with him as he looks in the mirror and he’s shocked. He wasn’t sure what he expected from this curiosity, but it isn’t heavy, and he doesn’t look like a clown. He looks… pretty. You’ve made him look soft and delicate, like he deserves the shimmer you’ve put at the corners of his eyes and the faint color on his lips. It twists something equal parts visceral and shameful in his gut, but his cock certainty takes interest in the proceedings when you tell him how beautiful he looks and how he’d look even better with the lip-gloss smeared and the mascara running down his cheeks.

- Another thing I alluded to in my last sfw headcannons list: he’s cum in his pants before. That specific time I was talking about I think would be the first time he ever did it and he was fucking mortified. Like, would have run out of the room had you not been literally in his lap. He’s blushing so badly you can practically feel the heat coming off his face. He’s not even trying to talk; he’s just got his head tilted back with his hands pressed to his face. Mortified. He didn’t mean to. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. But you were so close to him, and you smelled so good, and you were kissing him – licking into his mouth like you wanted to consume him, biting at his lower lip, pulling the collar of his shirt aside so you could mouth and nip at his throat, barely giving him time to breathe. He was so hard it was nearly painful and all any of his senses could pick up on was you and he just. He just came in his fucking pants. And now he feels like he’s going to cry. But you’re speaking to him softly and nudging his hands away from his bright red face and you’re smiling at him. Once he calms down enough for you to convince him that you don’t think he’s pathetic he watches, transfixed, as you skim your fingers over the wet patch on his pants and he full-body shivers at the way you’re looking at him – all heat and predatory intent – and he’s still just trying to wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even after he made such a fool out of himself. It’s definitely not the last time it happens, given how much you like to wind him up, and he gets a little more comfortable with the whole thing as you repeatedly tell him how much you like seeing him lose it.

- While we’re talking about cumming, he loves to cum inside you. He buries himself as deep as possible, which is pretty fuckin’ deep, and stays pressed as close as he can the entire time he cums. Then he pulls out and holds your thighs apart with bruising strength and just watches you twitch as his cum leaks out of you. He fucking groans at the sight like you’ve pulled the sound out of his lungs. He’ll push it back into you with his fingers just to watch it leak out again.

- Tall man. Well-muscled man. Hmm. He absolutely does the Knee Thing. If you’re making out laying down and he’s half-kneeling, leaning over you with his weight braced on his forearms, he’ll absolutely be slotting his leg between yours, pressing his thigh firmly against you. The first time he does it instinctively, just by nature of being as big as he is and trying to balance above you but also be as close as possible. He’s amazed that you feel so strongly about such a simple action but when you start to buck your hips against his leg, he vows to always do it. Which means he later figures out he can shove his thigh up between your legs while he’s got you backed against a wall; and because he’s so tall he can force you to drop almost all of your weight on him, your toes barely touching the floor as you squirm.

- So, I also think he’d really like thigh-riding. He loves seeing you so desperate and grinding against him, too needy and impatient to do anything else. He loves how you whine and grab his shoulders and try to get the perfect friction. He’ll move you himself, guiding you with his hands gripping your hips. Loves how you react when he flexes the thick, corded muscle against you. Seeing you fall apart like this kind of makes him understand why you like seeing him cum in his pants.

- He is so incredibly careful with you. The very last thing he wants to do is hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. I think one of his limits is he won’t hit/slap you in any form. Even if you’re into it, he can’t shake the sickening feeling that he’d be hurting you so it’s a go-no. He was shaky but vehement when he told you it was just something he couldn’t do.

- I also don’t think he be a fan of any sort of degradation – he wants to be praised and all he wants to do is praise you. He’d never call you any degrading names.

- Loves lazy morning sex and any instance where you two have time to be slow and he can just hold you and kiss you everywhere he can reach.

- He loves tying you up, loves the trust you place in him when you let him restrict your mobility. I think he’d really enjoy shibari (intricate rope bondage). He likes the artistic and technical aspect of the knots; it’s an almost therapeutic process to create different patterns and restraints across your body. He likes how relaxed and calm you get, pliant as he shifts you around, the dopey-eyed looks and lazy smiles and contented hums you give him. He loves the way the rope looks against your skin, and he loves the marks they leave after. He loves the intimacy of tying you up, the intensity of having you tied up, and the returning intimacy of untying you – he murmurs praise to you as he removes the rope, he presses kisses at each place he undoes a knot, rubbing your muscles and soothing the skin that has marks.

-- I don’t think he’d be particularly into bondage on himself. The most he’d do is a pair of soft leather cuffs, but if he’s ever been captured and tied up or cuffed by an enemy then he will absolutely not like bondage on him.

-- That being said, I think he absolutely fucking thrives with mental bondage. You tell him to keep his arms at his sides and he will not move them. You tell him to keep his wrists crossed above his head and that’s where they’ll stay until you tell him otherwise. You tell him not to move his hips, to keep his hands on the headboard, to keep his mouth open, you tell him anything and he will do it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t actually have the strength to physically hold him down. It doesn’t matter how needy and desperate he gets, how much he shakes and whines, it doesn’t even matter if he’s crying and begging. He’s disciplined and you told him not to move so he won’t move, not one single inch.

- Aftercare king when he’s the dominant one. At a minimum he makes sure you drink water, gets you your favorite snack, makes sure you communicate how you’re feeling, tells you how good you did and how much he enjoyed you, cleans you up, and will hold you for as long as you want. This man will do anything to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.

-- When he needs aftercare, he’d particularly need lots of reassurance. He’s always worrying about whether or not he did well with regular sex so for more intense stuff he needs your soothing words even more. I think he’d really like to have you in his lap with his arms locked around your waist and his face buried in your neck, listening to your breathing or you humming, while you rub your hands up and down his back – the soft noise and the repetitive motion grounds him and he likes to be able to smell the lingering perfume and sweat-salt on your neck. He won’t talk right away but eventually you’ll get to verbally check in with him. No matter how long you stay with him he’s always going to be a little grumpy when you tell him you have to get up and get him hydrated and clean.

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the-book-gnome · 1 year

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Distraction

Word count: 2.2k

Pairings: König x f!reader

Warnings: Smut, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, sub! König, size difference, mask stays on(and the helmet) talk of anxiety, riding, penitration, p in v, unprotected sex, shy könig, (baby)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

“Have you ever tried meditation?” The two of you were currently sitting in an empty safe house waiting for your captain and the others to show up. The team had gotten separated a while back. You'd been here for about an hour, both of you completely silent, listening for any noises that indicated someone was near. You weren't usually the talkative one, König was always the one to fill the silence but he seemed more anxious today.

“Why would I do that?” Königs gaze flickered over to yours, he was sitting up on the bed. His back was against the headboard, feet dangling off the edge. He was fiddling with the buckle of his belt, a habit you had picked up on a while ago.

“To help with your anxiety, I do it to clear my head, maybe it'll work for you too.” You spread your legs out in front of you. The floor wasn't a very comfortable thing to sit on but you didn't want to crowd him. Plus you had a better view of the door from where you were.

“I never told you I had anxiety, how do you know that? Who told you?” There was a worried tone in his voice, you could see his eyes widen slightly, and the rest of his face was covered by the sniper veil he was wearing.

A smirk grew on your lips as you watched him panic. The anxiety was so obvious it surprised you that everyone didn't notice it. “No need to panic baby, it was just a question,” You leaned your head back against the wall closing your eyes.

Königs replay came a few seconds later, “W-well I don't alright,” You could hear his heavy breaths from across the room. If a little pet name shook him you wondered how much it would take to say to make him start begging for you.

“Mhm, whatever you say,” Silence took over again. You could feel him staring at you, his fidgeting had stopped. You already knew how he felt about you. With him always staring at you when he didn't think you would notice or when he would volunteer himself to go on missions with you. Or for example this exact situation. He wasn't supposed to be with you on this mission, he was supposed to stay with the rest of the group but he convinced the captain that you'd be safer with someone watching your back. It was pure luck that everything went to shit the two of you need up here together. Alone.

König watched you intently. You always looked so beautiful, even if you were covered in dirt or blood. He could swear his heart stopped when you called him that. His entire body lit up including his dick, he tried to hide the growing bulge in his pants but he had a feeling you knew. You never really spoke, especially not to him, but he always found you so intriguing. He loved that you were so small compared to him. To be fair everyone was, that's what happened when you were 6’10” but you were special. He thought so at least. “Do you think it would work? The meditating?”

“That, among other things,” When you opened your eyes you found him staring down at his lap. You stood up from the floor and leaned against the wall, peeking out the doorway to make sure you didn’t miss anything.

“Like what?” König’s voice was small, almost like he didn’t want to upset you by asking. It did come with reason. The last time he asked you a question you had snapped at him and told him to shut up. But to be fair the two of you were in the middle of a mission and you were trying to concentrate.

“Killing people usually helps me, it’s very calming,” A smile played on your lips. When he looked up at you unable to tell if you were serious or not he broke out into a small laugh.

“I don’t think that would work in this situation,” An idea tugged on your brain when König’s eyes met yours. You’d be an idiot to pass up on this chance. Despite what the rest of your team thinks you do have a soft spot for König, if you didn’t you probably would have shot him by now. But you secretly like that he followed you everywhere. And you loved how often his eyes were on you. Seeing as the two of you were alone in the middle of nowhere, the team was still probably hours away, so you decided to go for it.

“A distraction could work too,” You walked over to the bed, resting your hands on the edge of the bed, you tilted your head at him, trying to see if he understood what you were saying.

“What kind of distraction?” König obviously didn’t understand what you were getting at but his voice was quieter. You assumed that had to do with how close you had gotten to him.

“One that’ll empty your mind from whatever you're worried about, it’ll relax you too.” Your hand roamed over to his leg. You felt it twitch underneath your finger, and that only made you smile more. As your hand tracked up his leg you kept eye contact with him. His breaths were getting heavier the further you went. When your hand met his arm, the one not so discreetly coving up the bulge in his pants, you spoke again. “I can help if you want.”

König shuddered beneath you. He didn’t want to assume anything, perhaps he was just dirty-minded. When he tried to get rid of those thoughts in his head your hand moved over his, which besides his pants was the only thing covering him. He could feel his entire body light up, all of his blood pumping straight to his cock. The sweet tone in your voice did something to him. He liked it. “Okay.” He whispered.

“You seem nervous, what’s the matter?” You lifted yourself onto the bed and slid into his lap. You could feel the muscles in his thighs flexing as you sat down.

“N-nothing,” You enjoyed König’s stuttering, feeling the effect it had on you between your thighs.

“Move your hand then,” You raised a brow at him in a challenge. He squeezed his eyes shut, probably trying to make his dick less hard. Sighing at his disobedience, you then brought your hands down to his belt. When he felt you loosen it his eyes snapped open. “If you're not going to behave then you get punished, pretty simple rules if you ask me.”

“Bu-,” You cut him off with a shh. Once his belt was off you took your own off as well. Grabbing his left arm you moved it to the headboard, tying his wrist around one of the poles. It took a little more effort with the other arm seeing as he was still trying to hide himself. But once he gave up you were able to tie him up completely. “I don’t understand.”

“I told you, you need a distraction, sex is a distraction,” You began unbuckling his tac vest, you set that to the side and lifted his shirt enough to show his abs. He was beautiful, every inch of him. You hadn’t expected him to be this well-shaped but you definitely weren’t complaining. König’s abs flexed under your fingers as you traced a few old scars. Running your hands up and down his torso. “You have had sex before right?”

“Y-yeah, but isn’t th-this against protocol?” König was clearly worried about getting in trouble but there was no need to be, as long as he didn’t tell anyone about this it would be fine. And seeing as how he hated talking to other people you don’t think that will be a problem.

“Don’t worry about that, no one will find out, I promise,” You looked back up at him hoping he saw the reassurance in your eyes. He gave an okay. As you started unbuttoning his pants you became more excited, you couldn’t wait to see how big he was. It’ll be impressive no doubt, he was a big guy, the biggest guy you’ve ever met actually. Both of you gasped as you pulled him out, well König’s was more of a moan. You expected him to be big but fuck, you hadn’t expected this big. Not only was he long he was pretty thick too. Your mouth waters at the idea of him being inside of you. You quickly took your pants off, tossing them off the bed, your underwear with them.

You spit into your hand, bringing it down to his dick and coating it with your saliva. When you lifted your hips König’s panicked voice flooded your ears, “W-what about a condom?”

“Don’t worry baby I’m on birth control, just relax for me alright?” You kissed the cloth covering his cheek, hoping it would help ease his nerves.

“Oh, alright then, but can you please untie me I really want to touch you,” The desperation in his voice almost made you give in, you wanted to hear him beg more.

“No,” You positioned yourself above him, rubbing the tip of his cock through your puffy folds. You moaned at the sensation, paying a little more attention to your clit. The sound of König’s whimpers made you moan even more, he sounded so perfect. Your mouth fell open as his cock slowly breached your entrance, there was a sharp sting but it was manageable. You could hear König mumbling, something about how he’s always wanted to do this and how tight you feel around him.

You stopped sinking down onto him when it started to hurt, there was only about 2 inches left but you didn’t want to hurt yourself. You propped yourself onto your feet, it would be much easier to move this way given his length. König started squirming under you, “If you ask nicely I’ll start moving.”

König glanced back up to you, “Will you please s-start moving, p-please you feel so good,” Tears brimmed the corners of his eyes. He was really fucking desperate to have you. Your eyes shuttered closed as you started to ride him, you were going slow, testing what made him moan or whimper the most. Once you found the perfect rhythm you lost yourself in the pleasure, your entire body was buzzing, and the burn in your thighs felt painfully good. Your head fell back on your shoulders, your hands grabbing onto König’s chest for stability.

It took a lot of focus to continue riding him, his cock made you feel brain-dead, and it numbed everything but the pleasure he was causing you. You had no idea why you waited so long to do this. “F-fuck, does it f-feel good?” König’s voice broke you out of your trance, when you looked back at him you almost came right there. The lust in his eyes made you want to never stop.

“Feels so good baby, you’re doing so fucking well,” You pressed your chest against his, and your pace quickened as you used one of your hands to lift the veil. Only enough to reveal his mouth. The second you saw his pink puffy lips you crashed yours against his. König immediately kissed you back, swallowing all of your moans. He was an excellent kisser, pushing his tongue into your mouth and using it to explore. That made you think of what his mouth would feel like between your legs.

König started to buck his hips into yours, his thrusts were sloppy but they made you closer to your orgasm. You broke this kiss and sucked in as much air as you could. Laying your head against his chest, you put all of your strength into fucking him. You slammed yourself down repeatedly onto him, chasing your release. You could hear König muttering again, but you weren’t able to understand what he was saying.

With a few more thrusts you were coming around his thick cock, the pleasure racked through your body as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your nails digging into his neck. König followed right behind you, his thrust lodging himself inside of you, painting your walls with his seed.

It took a few minutes before either of you could talk, he was the first to break the silence, “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” You smiled at the concerned tone he had, he was always so attentive and caring.

“I’m alright, you did so good, I’m so proud of you baby,” You weakly lifted off of him, and his hands grabbed onto your hips, helping you move, he put himself away and then went back to holding you against his chest, “Wait, you could’ve untied them yourself this whole time?” You lazily looked up at him, confusion written across your face. “Why didn’t you do it sooner?”

König gave you a gentle smile, his veil still uncovering his mouth. “You said if I misbehave I’d be punished, I didn’t want to upset you.” He kissed your forehead, rubbing your back soothingly. “Maybe we can stay like this for a little while? It feels nice.”

“Of Course we can, and also, a punishment isn’t always a bad thing,” You kissed his chest, relaxing against him again, listening to the steady rate of his heartbeat.

#modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod mw #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x you #könig imagine #könig smut #könig x reader #sub!könig

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thevirginslvt · 9 days

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dw guys he just tripped

#sub!konig #sub!könig #bottom!konig #bottom!könig #konig #könig #testing the waters with this one ngl #might delete this depending how it goes #you ask him to bark and he will do so while hard #you can’t see us but imagine you are right behind him doing whatever your dirty heart desires #this one is for the switch/vers/top/dome #sketch #fanart #alternative tittle: ‘bend over’ ‘bend what? over’#…#… badum tss #… i’m sorry

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gamersansblog · 1 year

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Me: *Looks up sub character x dom reader*

Tumblr: *gives me dom character x sub reader*

Me:...........*Throws phone behind me and continues my day*

#sub brahm heelshir #sub cod #sub optimus #sub!könig #sub ghostface #sub ghost #male reader #transformers #male reader insert #transformers x reader #call of duty modern warfare #gay #cod x male reader #cod x reader #random #optimus prime #fr fr ong

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thehandsresisthim · 8 months

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“bitte, bitte”

content: nsft, könig (cod) x reader, d/s dynamics, gn!reader, ‘master’, dom!reader, no desc. of readers body

word count: ~500

"W-what?" it comes out small, like he's trying to convince himself that he didn't hear you right.

"You heard me! Look, you basically came-," you gently run your fingers around the tip of his dick, wetting your fingerstips with the sticky white precum and lift your hand to his face to show him, "it's so much! It's all over you! Maybe that should be enough for today..." You hum in fake thought.

The man before you looks like he might actually start to cry. "N-no... It's just... pre... I-I didn't..." he argues, as if he's genuinely thinking that you believe that he came.

"Look, König, it's so much... Surely, that's good enough for you, huh?"

He shakes his head. It looks like there's genuine concern in his eyes. To be fair, you had been edging him for a bit. Employing your strong tendencies to be a bit mean to your boyfriend, you had brought the poor man to the edge again and again, only to deny him. The amount of milky white liquid pooling around his dick was more than enough proof of that.

"You're being... So cruel..." he stutters out. It's actually adorable, how the big strong soldier crumbles with a bit of orgasm denial. You deny your own urge to take a photo of him in this debauched state. Although you're certain such an image would be a masterpiece, you're not certain about whether or not your boyfriend would like it.

"Mmh. I guess." Whilst you speak, you run your fingers around his tip.

"Please. Bitte... Bitte... Es tut weh... Bitte... Kann nicht mehr..." he murmurs in German. This only spurs you on further. You know you've properly broken him when he mutters in his native tongue.

"Say I let you cum, like, for real," you run your fingers over a particularly sensitive spot and he involuntarily thrusts his hips up, "do you think you could do it a few more times afterwards? Make even more of a mess than you have already?"

"Ja, yes! Ich mach' was immer du willst, alles, alles, bitte, bitte lass mich... Kann nicht mehr... I'll do whatever... Bitte, es tut weh..."

You apply more pressure to the tip. He whimpers. You can see his hands twitch, probably with the urge to join your hands on his cock. But he remains obedient. His hands lay balled into fists next to his thighs.

"What a good boy... Doing so well." you say and hum in thought.

"I think I'll let you cum."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you... Danke, danke..." he whimpers with relief.

You take your hands of off his dick. He whimpers at the loss, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to chase the touch of your hands. You chastise him with a quick slap to his thigh.

"Do it yourself. Don't stop once you've cum."

He bites his lip and nods. "Y-yes, master."

thank you for reading ♥️

#cod x gn!reader #cod x reader #konig mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig modern warfare #könig cod #sub!könig #sub könig #sub konig #sub!konig #secret knowledge but man this was difficult to write #i don’t want to be mean to everyone who also speaks german #but man the dirty talk is just…#😐😐 something else #warum liegt hier eigentlich stroh

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vilsoo · 1 year

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pretty boy fucktoy⌇könig <3

it’s always been a big, filthy fantasy for könig to be used like an object for your pleasure and ruined by you until he’s a shattering mess. waking up at 3 in the morning, his cock already rock hard and his sensitive tip leaking. and there you were, catching him squirming under the covers it was almost pathetic, yet adorable of him. cooing into his ears and sweetly caressing him, you whisper for him to keep begging and begging for you since he knows that’s what you love to hear from him. just begging, whimpering, breathing heavily, almost crying for you to do whatever you want to him. whether it’d be lifting his mask just to only use his mouth for you to sit on, hearing him praising and worshipping you with his needy voice, sitting on his aching cock for you to get yourself off, or pegging him roughly— he wouldn’t care about what you planned on doing to him, as long as he can please you. and it was a privilege for him to be your personal fuck toy, a human dildo that’s good for nothing but orgasms and dopamine releases. riding on his face until you made a sweet mess all over his mouth and his chin, then jerking him off into your fist as he keeps eating you out, cooing at the way he whines so pathetically from making him cum. then overstimulating him by bouncing on his cock, your hand wrapped around his throat and praising him for being such a good boy.

“you know what pretty boy fucktoys do when they cum? they smile and they take it. now who’s my good pretty boy fucktoy?”

könig couldn’t even form a proper sentence, let alone a coherent thought. his breathing is heavy, his whines became erratic, and he couldn’t stop sobbing. “i— i am… all my— all my cum… all my cum is for— for you, baby…”

ALL WORKS BELONG TO VILSOO © do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works outside tumblr. ib this rlly sexy hot audio 🎧 (nsfw, headphones required)

#( ♥︎ ) — thirsts.#call of duty smut #call of duty mw2 #call of duty warzone #könig mw2 #könig modern warfare #sub!könig #dom!fem!reader #könig x you #könig x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty könig #overstimulation tw #könig is not a dom at all yall #got it all wrong

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https-cyber-slxt · 1 year

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Could you write reader being almost as tall as könig plz? We also peg the living crap out of him lol.

Yes Ma'am/Sir 🫡also sorry for the reallllllly long wait :((

This isn't proofread so domt screm ag me 🫣🫣

After Hours

Sub!König x Tall!FemDom!Reader

König was known for being a strong but shy soldier, and a bit of a hopeless romantic.

His height was a big downside, yeah women liked their men tall, but not that tall, so out of the two he managed to pull, they both left, one didn't like the way he spoke, his stutters caused her to have a headache, and the other? Well let's just say she didn't like how submissive he was.

But that's when he met you, the protector and controller of the team, you were strong, tall and hard to knock down.

But what was special about you to him was that you were never impatient with him, when he spoke, you listened, when he failed, you helped him back up, you were the only person who genuinely cared for him, so that's when he realized, that you were the Queen to his King. (I feel like that's so cringe)

3 weeks had passed by, and König's mind was racing with bad thoughts, "What if she says no?" "What if she's doing it just to be nice?" "Does she actually like me or does she act that way around everyone?" It's starting to become a serious problem, so serious in fact he's starting to just blatantly ignore you.

You've tried talking to him, but everytime you do so he walks away or acts as if you're non-existant.

Worried, you ask your mates about him.

"Hey guys, what's up with König?" You ask

"No clue, have you tried talking with him?" Rebbeca asked (I'm just gonna use random names, they can look however you want)

"I've tried, but he just keeps ignoring me, and I'm starting to get really fucking worried" You spoke with sadness.

"Maybe he's jealous" David laughed.

"Jealous of what!?" Anger in your voice.

"Definitely your height Cap, I mean, if my captain was 6'8 with that nice of an ass I'd be jealous" He smirked then winked at you.

Rebbeca gasped at him and decided she had enough of his bullshit, she pulled David by the ear out of the lunch room, apologizing to you profusely.

"I'm so sorry Captain, but I'll make sure to deal with him later, in the mean time, I hope you figure something out with König"

And now you were left by yourself... Again.

Giving up for today you head back to your dorm room and was met with a surprise.

A box, in front of your door? It was quite heavy, you shook it a bit, and heard a small jingle.

"The hell?" You thought to yourself, you also noticed a small note on top of it with messy handwriting, it read "Hello Captain, I'm sorry for ignoring you for the past few weeks, I hope these gifts will make it up for you. Love König -König :)"

You smile at the signature as you puzzle the peices together, he wanted to confess to you, but he just didn't have the gut to do so, you giggle to yourself as you bring the box into your room.

9:33 PM

You sat on the pull-up sofa, scrolling through your phone, you were bored and you've done all your paperwork, that's when an idea popped into your head, you had König number, so you decided to text him.

'Hey :)'

'Hi Captain, need something?'

'I'm bored, could you come over?'

You stare at the message, it went through, it's been read, but he hasn't responded.

5 minutes pass by, and still no response, you sigh in defeat and turn off your phone, you lay down on your sofa and start to drift to sleep.

That was until you heard a knock at your door, your eyes shoot open as you lift yourself up, you walk towards the door and open it, there stood a panting and sweating König.

You spoke, "Hey, you uh, okay?"

He nodded, hands on his knees as he catches his breath, "Do you wanna come inside?"

He nods again ducking his head under your door frame to enter your room.

You point him towards the sofa, telling him where to sit.

You ask him "uh, Tea? Coffee?" He shook his head, and you nodded in response.

You both sat in silence until like he spoke up, "Did you o-open the box I gave y-you?" "Oh no I didn't, should I open it now?"

He nodded his head, eyes averting yours, you quickly run to the room to grab the box, walking out and sitting next to him.

You open the box, and grab the first thing you felt out of it, "A-a collar? König, I don't own any pets.." He blushes at your remark. You look through the box properly and your eyes grew wide at the content it held.

You stare at him, absolutely flabbergasted, "K-König? A-are you trying to t-tell me something?"

He whines in response and hides his face behind his hands, you crouch in front of him and take his hands off his face.

He whined, "Please I-I-I-" He stuttered, you put his finger over his lips, shushing him "Don't speak"

You straddle his hips, causing him to let out a whimper, he looks up at you in desperation, you smile and lock your lips with his.

His lips quiver and mouth opens to let your tongue explore, he moans at the feeling.

You pull away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you.

You tell him to lay down on the bed as you grab the box, you grab the items that intrigued you the most, the rope, collar and strap-on.

You walk over to him, you showed him the items with a smile, he whimpers at them.

You straddle him again and clip the collar around his throat, the little bells jingle as you do so.

You then take his hands and tie them to the headboard with the rope, not too tight but not too loose.

You take off his pants and clip the strap around your hips, you insert yourself into him slowly, his whines growing more loud.

He wraps his legs around you, clenching around the strap, "Oh, sh-shit, it's so b-big, fuuuuuck"

You fully insert the strap, you grab his collar and start speeding up, he throws his head back, wrapping his legs tighter around you.

"God, pleasepleaseplease, faster, f-faster!"

His moans grew louder by the second, the jingles of the bells on his collar also making noises.

He can feel his orgasm getting closer as well, he stuttered out "Fuck, g-gonna c-cum!"

He bucks his hips as he releases, his legs shaking, you untie the rope, letting his hands free.

You pick him up and turn him around, making him lie on his stomach, you continue to thrust into him, laying down on his back, leaving kisses and marks all over his shoulder, his moans muffled from the pillow.

You pull his hair, lifting his head from the bed, "How you feelin' pretty boy?" You coo "Ah! aH! Please, FUck! Feels so good!

His hands grab your hips, digging his nails into them, leaving marks, you laugh at his actions.

You let go of his hair, dropping him into the pillow.

His whimpers and moans grew loud again, signaling his climax, he moans out "Fuuuuuck, pleaseplease, gunna cum!"

You leaned over him and whispered in his ear "Cum for me, love"

And that was enough to set him off, his legs shook even more as he came.

As he calmed down from his high, he managed to keep his shaking to a minimum.

He turned around to look at you, his face flushed, hair sticking to his forehead with drool coming out of the side of his mouth.

You smile softly at him, you bend down and give him some small kiss on the nose.

You take him off the bed and clean everything up, unfortunately you're gonna have to clean him tomorrow.

You dress him up, and lay him on the pull-out sofa, you take the strap off and join him on the sofa, drifting to sleep on his chest, listening to his soft breaths.

7:30 AM

You sat in the lunch room, drinking your coffee while scrolling through your phone.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you ignored them, until two hands land on your shoulders.

You stopped your actions and stood completely still as you felt breathing in your ear, "I heard what you did last night" The deep voice spoke to you.

You spit out your coffee as he laughed, and walked in front of you, the bulge in his pants noticeable.

"If you tell anyone, you're dead Ghost"

"Alright then, let's make a deal, whatever you did to him, you do to me tonight, yeah? I promise I won't tell anyone"

You hesitated, what about König? After some thinking you finally decided.

"Fine".

A/N: I am restless, anyway I hope you enjoyed it :))))) also got a cute lil Ghost collab >:)

#dom!reader #fem!reader #sub!character #cod mw #gaming #sub!cod #sub!könig #sub konig #könig x reader #könig x you

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notknickers · 8 months

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we must muzzle that man! and, while we're at it, let us put him in a cock cage! and then, an actual cage!

#cod shitpost #pluralis majestatis #könig #konig #könig headcanons #konig headcanons #sub!könig #könig cod #konig cod #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #könig mwii #konig mwii #könig x reader #konig x reader #why does my hornyposting ineluctably shifts to shitposting each and every fucken time?#i mean‚ these was supposed to be a few k words of tease and denial that nobody asked for #instead this is all that is left #which also nobody asked for

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itsirk-is-the-lusional · 9 days

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My favourite genre of könig fanart is him crying like hes terrified. No, not the "im hurt" or "so anxious!" kind of crying, its the instense griping fear that drives him to cry kinda crying.

Whats up with that

#linked are example images btw #by the lovely soysauce0u0 on tumblr #and sattbby or 060satt on tumblr n twt #also i Know what is up #its just #sigh #könig #sub!könig #not really suggestive but ill tag it just in case #suggestive

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the-book-gnome · 1 year

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Play With Fire

Word count: 4k

Pairings: König x fem!reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, Sub!könig, dom!reader, fire play, pain implied, multiple orgasms, wax play, handjob, smut, (Kö, meine liebe(my love), baby)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

He’s been with you for 3 years now, and you’ve had him wrapped around your pretty little finger for twice that. König would do anything for you no matter how unsure he was, if it made you happy or excited then that was good enough for him. He worshiped the ground you walked on. So when you suggested spicing things up Of Course he agreed, though he was confused, he didn’t know how much more you could put into your sex lives since the two of you have tried so many things. Of Course, you find something new to try. But why should he complain, König’s always loved every second of attention he gets from you.

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3 days ago

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“Heyyy Kö, I have a question for you.” You skipped into the living room, jumping up on the back of the couch where König sat. You wrapped your legs around his neck, his head falling back into your lap as he looked up at you. You dug your hands into his fluffy hair, a bright smile on your lips.

“And what would that be, meine Liebe?” His thick accent graced your ears. You always loved the sound of his voice.

“So I was thinking perhaps we could try playing with a little fire?” Your voice was unsure, you didn’t want to spook him or make him think he had to.

“Like in bed?” König’s eyebrows were furrowed, and you hummed in agreement. “Won’t that be painful?”

“Only a little and I promise I’ll make you feel good during.” Your hands went to rest on his pink cheeks when he nodded in agreement your smile grew even bigger, you leaned down and kissed his forehead, in return, he turned his head to the side and kissed your palm.

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Present

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The day had been extremely stressful, not only did you have to run a bunch of errands you also had to go to base for a few hours. They tended to call you in a lot, that’s what happened to all of the medics, never enough to go around but luckily for you, they didn’t make you leave the county. The second you opened the door to your shared house, a delicious smell hit your nose. You smiled as the thought of your boyfriend came to mind. He was a wonderful cook, much better than you.

You set your bag down by the couch and walked into the kitchen. His back was facing you, he was stirring something in a pot on the stove. The long sleeve shirt he wore stretched across his back, his thick muscles showing through. You snuck up behind him wrapping your arms around his trimmed waist. You felt him flinch slightly before realizing it was you. “What are you making?”

“Dinner, go sit, I'll be done in a moment.” König pushed you away with one of his arms as he finished making dinner. When you rounded the corner to the dining room you saw the table was already set and there was a beautiful bouquet sitting in a vase by your spot.

You grinned as you sat, placing your napkin in your lap as König placed food on your plate. Once he was sitting down you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for this Kö.” All of your previous stress disappeared as you began to eat.

“Thought I’d do something nice for you.” König rested his free hand on your knee.

“You are always doing something nice for me, basically every night.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“You deserve it, meine liebe.” He kissed your cheek and went back to eating. The rest of dinner was filled with small talk about each other's day and plans. You helped him clean up before going into the bedroom to shower.

König sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard with a book in his hand. He was sure to put two towels in the bathroom for you once you were done.

While you were in the shower, you remembered the conversation you had with König from a few days ago. An idea popped into your mind as you turned the faucet off. After drying off you wrapped a towel around your body and walked into your bedroom. König didn’t look up from his book as you went over to his nightstand. You opened one of the drawers and pulled out a lighter, then you lit the candle on the nightstand. You watched it burn for a moment before pulling the book out of his hands, he looked at you confused, you placed the book down and then crawled into his lap, your towel falling off in the process.

König’s eyes stared at your body, his hands coming to rest on your hips, “Remember the conversation we had a few days ago?” You tilted his chin up, forcing the man to meet your eyes. His brows furrowed until you looked over at the candle, his eyes following. You felt his hand twitch, he seemed to be hesitant about this whole idea. “We’ll just start with the wax, okay? That way it’s not too much for you.” When he nodded you gave him a quick kiss before laying him on his back.

“It won’t hurt too much?” König had never done something like this before. Of Course, he’s experimented with you and there was that one time where you had a whip but that was a while ago. He trusted you and knew you wouldn’t go too far.

“Nope it’ll only hurt for a second before the wax hardens and you’ll be pretty distracted anyway.” Once his pants and boxers were off you laid on top of him, chest to chest. You moved a loose strand of his hair out of the way before bringing your mouth to his. He whimpered as you parted his mouth with your tongue, always so desperate to have you. You moved your hand up his body cupping his cheek. His hands moving to the curve of your ass. He pushed you down onto him, his breath hitching as your thigh pressed against his hard cock.

König whined again as you pulled away from him, sitting yourself up, your hands pushing against his chest to support yourself. His lips were red and puffy, and his gaze was filled with lust. He thrust his hips up, urging you to start. “Be patient sweet boy.” You leaned down again to kiss his cheek before lifting your hips. He aligned himself up with your entrance. Before you could get the chance to sink onto him he pushed his hips up, the tip of his dick sliding into you before you pushed him back down. “If you're not patient then I’ll leave.”

He wiped the glare he had on his face away. “I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. I won't do it again I promise.” Deciding to believe him you continued your teasing. You slowly slid onto him, your walls clenching around his thick cock. Your eyes fluttered closed as you were fully seated on him. Königs breaths were airy and you could tell he was getting impatient again. When you opened your eyes you found him staring at where the two of you were connected. “Ready?” You tilted your head as you waited for an answer. Your cunt throbbing around him desperate for any kind of movement.

Once he gave you a nod you leaned over to the nightstand blowing the candle out. You brought the candle to your chest, the heat radiating off of it. You had Königs full attention now. His eyes haven't left the glass jar since you picked it up. His chest was moving rapidly, you ran a hand down it to relax him a little, “Just say the word and we’ll stop okay?” You gave him a little smile before tilting the candle to the side. Wax slowly tricked out onto his skin.

He took a sharp breath as it met his chest. König had expected it to hurt more but it wasn't that bad. The pain was only there for a second before the wax cooled. He let out a long whine as you circled your hips. Pleasure shoots into his spine. His brows were furrowed, the pain made him more sensitive, and he wanted to feel more.

You gripped the candle as you raised your hips, slamming them back down. The pleasure caused you to let out a loud moan. Königs hands made their way to your hips, holding onto you tightly. “I can do the work just focus on that,” He nodded toward the candle. You smiled at the thought of him enjoying this as much as you were. He planted his feet onto the bed before slightly raising your hips. Another loud moan came from your lips as he thrusts up into you. He always hit the perfect angles. You had to squeeze your eyes shut to focus. This wasn't about you, with that thought you continued to pour more wax onto him. You watched as his eyes rolled and his hips stuttered. Once he came back around he fucked you harder. His hips pistoning into you at a desperate pace.

The candle dropped to the bed as the pleasure became too much for you. Both of your hands were placed on his chest, the warm wax making you all the needier. When you looked at König there was a feral look in his eyes. One you had never seen before. He gripped tighter as he got closer to finishing. One particular thrust sent you over the edge, your arms bucking and you fell into his chest as you came on his cock. Your walls are pulsing around him pushing him over the edge as well. After one last thrust, he lodged his dick in you as he came, his release locked inside of you.

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“Can we try actual fire this time?” König whispered into the crook of your neck before he continued to kiss right below your ear.

“Of Course we can, we would need a lighter though.” Your voice was a little raspy, his touches taking away most of your brain cells. A second later König placed a lighter in your hand, one of those refillable ones. “You've been planning this haven't you?” There was a sly smile that formed on your lips as he raised his head.

“You're the one who came up with the idea, I'm simply entertaining it.” He flipped the both of you over. He rested his back against the headboard as you settled onto his lap. He helped you take his boxers off, his dick is already rock hard from your previous activities.

You flicked the lighter on, “You sure about this baby?” You gave him one more chance to back down but instead of answering you, he moved your free hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around yours and slowly pumping himself. You took a breath before bringing the lighter closer to him, he watched your every move. The last thing you wanted was to actually hurt him so you were careful with how long you let the fire touch him, only for a second at a time before moving it. You focused on giving him pleasure as well. Your hand moves quickly up and down his shaft. His hand had fallen to your thighs squeezing every time he felt the pain and pleasure together.

You lived for the beautiful sounds he was making, each moan and whimper made you want to hear more. You noticed the ach in your wrist but ignored it. You moved the lighter around his chest leaving a trail of pink skin in the wake. His face was flushed, his cheeks pink and lips red from him biting them. “Please, i-im so close,” his hips bucked into your hand as he started losing his control. You crashed your lips against his, throwing the lighter to the side, you were desperate to taste him. You swallowed his moans as he released into your hand, his hands squeezing hard enough to leave a bruise.

Once he came down from the high he rested his forehead against yours, eyes locked on you. “Next time I want to do it to you.”

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You hadn't expected him to actually go through with what he said. Perhaps a part of you was hoping he wouldn't. You hadn't done something like this before, you were always the one in charge not him. It took 3 orgasms before you could finally let go. You could hear König speaking but everything he said went through one ear and straight out the other. It had been a very long time since you weren't in control of everything and you felt wonderful. Your entire body was buzzing. Your cunt throbbing around his cock, begging to be fucked more.

You flinched as he snapped his fingers next to your ears, your eyes locking on him. “Stay with me sweet, are you ready?” You gave him an unsure nod, your eyes flickering to the lighter in his hand. “It'll feel good, I promise.” König gave you a reassuring smile. He slowly slid halfway out of you, flicking the lighter on, he brought it close to your skin. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat getting closer to you. Right as the fire started to burn your skin he thrust into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the pleasure shot straight through your spine.

The pleasure made it hard to notice the pain. You gasped as it burned you, your brows furrowed and your brain not being able to pick between pleasure and pain. It felt overwhelming. König went more light with the fire, instead focusing on fucking you. The pain was moved to the back of your mind as he hit that specific spot inside of you. You grabbed onto his neck, your nails digging into his soft skin. Your back arched off the bed as your release hit you. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire, your legs shook around Königs waist. You felt him come inside of you, a whimper left your lips as he filled you.

You opened your eyes as Kö pulled out of you, he set the lighter on the nightstand and brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face. He laid back down next to you, pulling you into his chest. “How are you feeling meine liebe?” He placed gentle kisses on the top of your head.

You mumble something, too tired to speak. He chuckled at that and let you rest. His hand rubbed circles on your back.

#könig call of duty #könig smut #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig modern warfare #könig x you #könig imagine #könig x fem reader #reader smut #sub!könig #call of duty #mw2 x reader #mwii #cod mwii #konig mw2

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tacticalprincess · 29 days

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könig being dommed by fem reader, getting teased endlessly until he cant hold it back anymore and her ruining his orgasm, pulling away and letting him cry and humping nothing as he comes, and then her slapping his dick after + overstim, mocking him for cumming ^-^ i wanna bully this man so bad but then aftercare him so good that he comes crawling back begging for more 😇♥️ i luv how u write tysm feel free 2 ignore if u don't vibe

he’d be so stubborn about it at first. you’re not even half his size on a good day, one of his thighs weigh more than your entire body, what makes you think you’re in control of any part of him, let alone his cock? he’d get so frustrated when his attempts at barking out orders at you are fruitless, how you take your hands away every time he tries to fuck up into your soft palms, giggling at the way tears well in the pools of his eyes as he groans angrily.

it doesn’t take much for him to relinquish any semblance of power he had to you, putting his pleasure in your delicate hands once he sees how quickly you bring him to the edge of bliss. you taunt him for it in a sugar-sweet voice, alternating between rough, fast strokes, featherlight touches and nothing at all. just playing with him like he’s a big toy. heavy fog clouds his brain until all he can think about is how badly he needs to cum, throaty please’s and need it’s flooding from his mouth uncontrollably. working him up to the brink of climax just to leave him there at the last second to fall all by himself. he’d be so disappointed :( you give him no time to recover before you’re thumbing the sensitive slit at his weeping tip, squeezing his tight, spent balls, watching how his stomach caves in as he pleads brokenly for you to stop.

all sweaty and overwhelmed, he’s not expecting how lovingly you cradle him to your chest after taking him apart, comforting him while he lets himself cry into your neck. he’s convinced you’re the devil in pretty wrapping paper by the end of it, and he’s ashamed at how much he enjoyed it.

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bektemir03 · 1 year

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Rough sex🤭

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skylovesducks · 1 year

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H-here … it’s for you 🌼

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konosohn · 16 days

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MDNI. top amab reader x bottom könig [manhandling, unprotected sex, mating press, creampie, german]

I want him to snap my neck between his thighs. Thanks.

You can hear your security deposit saying it’s final farewell with the crack your front door makes as the wood of the jamb splinters. Though, as König presses himself into you, your (likely) damaged doorframe is the last thing on your mind. Your duffle slips from your grasp and your hands fly to his hips to stabilize him against you.

“He—” His mouth finds yours before you can even greet him. Time is a valuable resource when you spend most of it apart on deployment, and you waste none of it, eagerly kissing him back.

It’s desperate and sloppy, your tongues tracing over each other’s lips and teeth clacking together. You can taste the sweat on his upper lip and the bitter remnants of his eyeblack tracing down his face. Your hand blindly reaches for the lock and the second you hear the deadbolt click your fingers are slipping behind him and under the band of his pants.

One of your hands grabs at his ass, dragging him forward to grind your hardening cocks together. The other trails down between his cheeks, drawing a line down to his hole that has his spine tingling. Before long, you’re knuckles deep in him, spreading him open on your fingers. He moans into your mouth, hands clutching the fabric of your shirt as you skillfully zone in on his prostate.

You keep your bodies pressed together as you haphazardly make your way to the bedroom. Every step is utilized; curling your fingers inside him, pulling his pants down just a little further, pushing your aching hard-on into his hip. Eventually the heels of König’s boots hit the foot of your bed. The sheets are forfeit and you readily ignore the reality of the number of liquids and black boot prints that will find their way onto the pristine fabric.

Squatting down, you hook your hands under his thighs, effortlessly lifting his hefty frame up and over onto his back. He sinks into the mattress with a soft grunt. From this angle he looks so pliable, shirt riding up and legs up in the air, his dick lying heavy and useless against his stomach. You love seeing him like this. He towers above everybody he meets, including you, but he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Your eyes catch sight of his own mostly unpacked bag sitting in the corner of your room, clothes streaming out in the direction of the door presumably from when he heard you arrive. A small smile creeps up on your face.

You plant one knee on the bed, looming over him. Your hands slot themselves in the pits of his knees, pressing them up towards his shoulders, and you lean down to coo at him. “Were you waiting for me?”

He nods breathlessly in response, nose brushing against yours. You feel his hand slip between you to cup the erection currently fighting to get out of your pants. His fingers quickly find their way to your belt, hooking under the leather strap and undoing your buckle in record time. It’s not shocking when he nearly rips the button of your pants from its threads to get your zipper down.

His hand grabs at the band of your boxers and yanks them down enough for your cock to spring out. A breathy “scheiße” passes König’s lips as your dick slaps against the cleft of his ass. You can feel his hole twitch against the underside. It’s hot and soft, and every quiver has your cock leaking.

Your teeth catch your lip when you feel his fingers wrap around your length and give a gentle tug. It takes no convincing, you follow his touch eagerly as he guides you. You fall forward, planting your hands on either side of his shoulders. The action closes the distance, pressing your tip up against his rim.

Both of you are breathing way too hard before you’re even started, but the threat of relief after months of not being able to fuck raw until both your bodies are slick with sweat and littered head to toe with love bites has both of you by the throat.

You groan into his neck as you finally start to breach his entrance. König’s legs envelop your waist, strong thighs squeezing your sides as you sink deeper into him. His insides are tight and wet, pulsing around you with every inch. You feel the vibrations of his moans against your lips as you finally bottom out. His voice is low and sweet in your ears.

You adjust your position above him, straightening up to stand over him. One of your hands run from his ass and up his thigh to hook under the back of one of his knees again. “You feel so good, baby.” Your knee digs further into the mattress, your body weight driving your cock to the deepest parts of him until your balls are squished snugly against his crack.

“Fuck,” The air feels like it’s punched out of his lungs. His hands reach to grip at the backs of your thighs, drawing you impossibly closer.

Your fingers dig into the meat of his legs as you pull back out, leaving just the head of your cock inside him. The squelch is nothing short of obscene as you sink back in. Your arms are trembling from the feeling of his tight heat wrapped around you, squeezing you with every inch you slip in. You try to maintain the gentle pace, but as you catch sight of his face, flushed skin streaked with melting eyeblack, hair stuck to his forehead, and glazed over steel blue eyes, you lose your resolve.

The cry he lets out when you slam your entire length back in sends a wave of heat up your neck. His head is thrown back into the mattress, nails scratching at your thighs as you repeat the motion over and over, fucking into him like it’s the last time you’d ever get to. He moans uncontrollably in that raspy indelicate voice, his legs straining to spread further against the pants gathered at his knees.

Your pace is relentless as you pull back against the tight resistance of his hole only to thrust right back in. You groan in the back of your throat as he arches his back off the bed, putting his shoulders into the bed and pressing back against you. All that height and all that muscle and yet he’s still so good at getting fucked. You can’t wait to fill him up.

One of your hands slips down to run your thumb along his bottom lip, “You’re so pretty like this.”

He whines at your words, feeling the tip of your thumb slide across his bottom row of teeth. The skin of König’s ass is blotched with red from your hips. You hardly even notice the sting anymore, too preoccupied with burying your cock inside him over and over.

“Schatz— I can’t, ‘m gonna cum!” His words flood your senses, insides wringing your cock as one of his hands flys to wrap around his own dripping hard on.

You watch his fist franticly work his cock, his hips rolling back against you until he snaps. Thick ropes spurt from his slit, splattering across his heaving abdomen. Heat surges down your stomach to the tip of your dick as his hole constricts around you. All of your body weight goes towards getting as deep as possible inside him, rocking your hips against his until the warmth in your belly finally comes to a peak. Deep resonating moans spill from your lips as your cock throbs inside him, filling him up with weeks worth of yearning.

Your legs finally give out on you, and you topple over onto him. Your hips work gently against his, riding out your high for as long as it will let you. His arms drape across your back as you both bathe in the aftershocks. Your softening cock pops out of him, and your temporarily sated lust preens at the feeling of your cum seeping out of his entrance. You lift your head to look at him, and he meets your eyes with a look that’s equal parts adoring and exhausted. You press a small kiss to his stubbled chin, eyes taking on the gaze that he knows he can’t say no to. It comes as no surprise to him when you ask,

“One more time in the shower?”

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