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burning desire ; könig
➛ request ; Koenig catching reader touch herself. That’s all. That’s one req | burning desire - lana del rey
➛ pairing ; könig x fem!reader
➛ contents and warnings ; mdni. smut. masturbation (fem). established relationship. fingering. shit-ass german via google translate. pet names. pwp. slight voyeurism? one (1) pussy slap. soft fingering lol.
➛ word count ; 1.0k
your his shirt is bunching up around your chest, you hand slipped under the waist band of your panties— a wet patch from your arousal evident on the thin fabric. you moan lowly, your eyes fluttering and your breathing catching in your throat. you roll your nipple in between your fingers, lightly pulling and pinching at the hardened bud, back arching off the bed.
your fingers continuously work against your swollen clit, gathering up the slickness that forms below you and bringing it to your clit. hips rutting against your hand, chasing the need of release that's just so near, yet so far from reach.
removing your hands from between your thighs and tit, adjusting your position— you sit up a bit, you spread your legs even wider, and your head tilt back with an arched back. you slowly bring your hand down your moist body, making sure to softly caress on your soft points, just the way he would.
once you reach your cunt, gathering your wetness in your fingers. you start finger-fucking yourself, starting off with one fingers before inserting another one. the wet suck of you taking your fingers fill the room, along with your heavy breaths and the soft rustling of the fabric below you.
with your eyes close, you try to imagine how he would touch you, how he would fuck you— how he smells and what he would say as his cockhead rubs against your entrance, teasing and tormenting you with each slide through your wet folds. his hands and filthy mouth on your body as he makes you come over and over again, german words of praises leaving his mouth in a soft purr. your cunt instinctively clenches around your finger at the thoughts of him.
yet, it wasn't enough as the real thing. not enough to make you come.
frustration coursing through your body, your body straining as you fought to reach that point you oh-so desperately need. tears start welling in your eyes, you're so desperate, completely ruined for everyone else, but him— including yourself.
suddenly feeling eyes on your writhing body, your eyes snapping open only to immediately fall on him. his dark eyes fixed on you, weakly fucking yourself with your fingers.
"and what do you think you are doing, meine perle?"
"i can't.."
your words comes out as a soft whine, so pathetically needy. silently begging him, you're not sure for what. you know you want anything— to touch you, to fuck you in anyway he wants. whether it's with his fingers, his mouth or cock. you need him.
"natürlich kannst du nicht." he mutters, his voice almost taking a mocking tone, shaking his head as if he was in disbelief before fully entering the room you share. "remove your hands from yourself, vögelchen. hands on your side, i will help you in a bit."
a small whisper of his name coming out of your mouth in protest, yet, you do as he says, removing your hand from in between your thighs, obediently placing them beside you. your expectant, wide eyes looks up at him, following his every movement as he slowly starts discarding his uniform. he lets out an amused chuckle, watching you rub your thighs together in the corner of his eyes. he made small 'tsk'-ing noise, shaking his head and tossing his gloves onto the dresser, before turning to face you.
"nein, perle. spread open those thighs for me," he gently demands, approaching the bed where you lay, exposed to his eyes.
"please, i just wanna come-"
"and you will. geduld."
with those words uttered, he crawls onto the bed, forcing your thighs open himself. his touch on your body sends shivers down your spine, goosebumps rising in your damp skin. he hums in approval and appreciation as he looks down at the mess between your thighs, he reaches one hand down to your throbbing cunt, the other holding your thighs open.
"this is all for me?" he asks, expectantly. he already knows the answer for that question even if you didn't answer him.
you nod quickly, open your mouth to speak only to be cut off with a small whimper that was torn from your throat as he unexpectedly drags two fingers against your folds. he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting the salty sweetness of your wetness with a groan.
your hips buck, eyes widening at the scene in front of you. you lift your hands from beside you, suddenly needing to touch him but before you could even try— he landed a sharp slap to your already-throbbing pussy, you cry out in surprise and pleasure, your body jolting in response.
"ich sagte 'geduld,'" he scolds, his tone lowering and even more kicking, and if it wasn't clearer before, it definitely was now. "du warst immer so ungeduldig. no matter what i do, hmm? so needy, so desperate."
"i'm sorry, just- please, könig. it's been so long." you whine, and fuck, you really tried to listen to his words— but when he looks like that, how could you focus on anything but that?
slowly, he slides a finger into your dripping cunt, narrow eyes watching your face intently as it contorts between pure pleasure and relief. your breathing hitches in your throat, feeling him start pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy— before he adds another one.
sweet moans and mewls tore through your parted lips, your eyes rolling as his thumb rubs at your clit in tight, precise circles with each movement of his hand. you could hear the sounds of your wetness through the sounds of your pleasured sounds, his perfected movements drew you closer and closer to the edge— and he saw that, he felt your cunt clench around his fingers, hips rutting pathetically against his palms.
"könig... ffuck, könig." you moan out, voice high pitched and breathless as your eyes roll and your back arched off the bed at the feeling of the tightening coil in your stomach.
"do you think you could make yourself feel this way? nein?" he mocks.
your eyes shut, writhing against the soft bed as he works you through your orgasm— white hot pleasure wash over you in waves, your walls convulsed around his fingers that still hit that delicious spot in you.
"just wait for me to get back next time, ja?" he hums against your flush skin, smiling softly as his fingers lazily worked in and out of you— helping you ride it out. "sie müssen dies nicht tun."
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I want to see more konig fluff
Yes, we all love this Austrian beast for his hot accent, his huge cock, his height and his muscles. But beneath all that, beneath his body armor and his hood, beneath the vest full of bombs and ammo and who knows what, is the heart of a young boy who was bullied and outcast.
I’m not sure about you guys, but I was bullied as a kid, and that shit messes you up. It destroys your self-esteem, makes you insecure, socially anxious. It makes you come home crying every single day. It makes you feel helpless. Alone.
Imagine all the things konig thinks once the dust settles, once the gunfire stops and he’s laying in bed pretending to live a normal life: the humiliation, shame, sadness, injustice of the bullying. How much it’s affected him so that he’s still anxious even as a grown man.
Beneath all the muscles and Kevlar and steel is the broken heart of a man who had to cleanse his own wounds so that he’d have even a sliver of hope to move on. He had to toughen himself to move on. Fighting was his only way of standing out, of being admired. Violence was his saving grace: shooting and slashing and death is his way of living life to the fullest, of making the most of his talents.
I can’t even imagine how hard it would be to get to know him, for him to be vulnerable or open up. And I don’t like to think about it, but I’m not entirely sure if he’d be capable of a healthy relationship, given his childhood trauma and trauma from the military, and his way of life.
Fanfictions are fun because we can put our own spin on his character and make him how we want him, and unfortunately, we will never know what he is truly like.
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Sex Pollen — König x Reader
"I'm sorry, mein Engel." König whined out as he kept ramming into you, your moaning mixed with his low groaning and soft whines whenever he overestimulated himself. He came inside you four times already, yet the effects of the gas you both accidentally inhaled had him hard as a rock. He couldn't stop even if he wanted, even when you were asking him to stop for a second so your abused cunt could take a break.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it feels too good to stop. Ah, scheiße... like that." His big gloved hands guided your hips up and down, thrusting up to meet you halfway as his head dropped back against the wall, eyes closed as he focused on feeling your wet cunt wrap tightly around his fat dick. Truth to be told, he wanted his first time with you to be special. He wanted to invite you out on a date and if he got lucky, he wanted to have a romantic love-making session with you, yet here he is; moving your much smaller body up and down his cock, using your pussy to jerk himself off, filling you up like nothing.
"Mein Gott... you're so tight." He hisses out, grabbing your hips before he manages to get up with his dick still inside you. Your arms wrap around his neck for support as he begins to fuck into you like a madman, using your much smaller body as if you're nothing but a fleshlight. The mask is still hiding his face, yet you can imagine just how pretty his face looks simply by looking at the desperate look in his eyes as his gaze narrows.
"Just... give me one more, schätzchen, one more and I'll stop." It was probably a lie. His dick was still rock-hard, and his body couldn't get enough of you. The drug left his body the first time he came, yet he couldn't stop himself from being inside you. All those times he spent jerking off to the thought of you, whenever you accidentally touched him, whenever you looked at him, whenever he heard your voice, the one time he was able to get a hold of your used panties, all those moments of waiting patiently were worth it in the end.
"Verdammt." He muttered softly as he felt your pussy cramping down on him, burying his face on your neck as he began muttering pure non-sense in German, pushing his dick all the way inside so your cervix welcomed his 5th load. He let out a deep groan, holding you close as your cunt milked him dry.
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I love how Erend’s voice goes tender for this last line.
Erend’s duty is to the Vanguard and to Meridian. He keeps the “we” for this last statement but he’s fooling no one. We all know what he means.
He’s there because it’s his duty but he’s also there because it’s for HER. I’m not convinced he wouldn’t have done it against orders if he had to.
Because it’s for Aloy.
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Erend x Aloy, hope we see him in the next game... and finally have a love option ....arrwwwww
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Shipping them so hard
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- “I’ll always have a minute for you. Maybe even two.’
- “Two? Ha! She likes me.”
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