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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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Sorry but I’m on my young recruit König & old colonel König brainrot again

CW: More polyamory headcanons with 2 Königs. Healthy relationship with old König and toxic relationship with young König, possessive behaviour, jealousy, NSFW 18+ only

The way he greets you when he comes back is so sweet you almost melt right there on the doorstep. He cups your face with both hands, gives you the most tender kiss known to mankind, and envelops you in a soul-warming hug. The love of your life sighs deeply as he holds you; his sweet, adorable wife. The Colonel may be a little tired but he's also extremely happy to be home again.

Colonel König, the older, calmer version of König is everything a woman could want. You married him early because he charmed you right off your feet.

You ride him on the first night because you simply want to show how much you've missed him. Colonel König never objects to you taking the reins every now and then. You see it from his eyes that he’s in seventh heaven whenever you bounce on his cock. He’s just happy to see you take your pleasure from him. He’s the luckiest man on earth because his needy young wife never gets enough of him – it strokes his ego that someone like you wants someone like him.

He always puts his things where they belong and takes a shower before walking into the living room and falling on the sofa with another deep sigh. He looks like he just fought an entire war by himself. When you go to make some dinner, he bounces back up and offers to help. You have to convince him that he can rest while you prepare some food. When you return with the meal, the tv is on but the Colonel is snoring softly on the couch.

He praises you and the meal, and you both talk about your days (or weeks). It calms your nerves just to talk with him. Colonel König is cultured and mature and you can talk to him about politics or the squirrels in your garden or some new documentary you've watched. He can hold any conversation.

He's illegally hot with his deep voice and loving stare, not to mention the thick muscles covered by a healthy layer of fat. You pride yourself on giving him some of that by feeding him so well. He already has a few laugh lines at the corner of his eyes – you pride yourself on giving those to him, too.

In the morning he’s much more vigorous. A good night's rest does wonders to any man, and König wakes up to cuddle you with a good, hard, thick erection. If you’re still sleepy, he will go down on you – he loves it when you’re too tired and warm and pleased to fight him.

He edges you for at least an hour: now it’s his turn to show how much he has missed you and how much he appreciates it that he has a cozy, beautiful home and a lovely, beautiful wife to return to. He’s sure he won the lottery with you, and you’re sure you’ve been blessed with the most attentive gentleman on earth. You feel like floating before you even get to the breakfast table.

Colonel König brings you small gifts and expensive flowers everytime he comes home, and takes you on a vacation to a new, exciting place every chance he can get, which is multiple times a year. You never have to ask for anything because he already got it for you.

You never have to fear you’re too much, or too moody, too this or too that: König appreciates you just the way you are and takes your fits and breakdowns and insecurities and PMS struggles like a champ. He stays calm during any storm and you can always trust him with all your troubles. You stopped apologizing for yourself an aeon ago because you know König doesn’t want to hear it: he only wants to comfort and console you when life has been hard on you. He will do anything to make it better, and if he can’t make it better, he will hold you long and fast until you smile again.

He takes such good care of you that you cried into his chest hair about it once. König only caressed you and said you deserve all of it and more. You could hear the calm, content smile on his lips while you were ugly crying about him being too good for you and spoiling you to bits.

When you asked if there’s anything you can do to return the many favors he’s given you, his face turned super smug before he suggested that you could always blow him. That’s probably the most obscene thing you've ever heard him say, which is why your face was all flushed when you travelled down to suck his already hard cock.

If only he didn’t have to repair the damage left behind by his younger version, you two would be the happiest couple this world has ever seen. Life would be peaceful and his home would stay nice and clean if the young, horny recruit had never walked into your life. He would have more energy and he could go back to work with a peaceful mind if it weren’t for this boy who has yet to learn how to be a man. A boy he couldn't deny you because you must always have everything you want; it's a law he lives by. You saved him from himself, and he will see you happy no matter what.

For some reason a troubled, violent young pup who shows a woman he loves them by bullying and fucking them to a quivering heap is what makes you happy at this point in life. Perhaps it's only a bonus that the rookie takes the blunt of your libido... otherwise he might be in trouble with his younger wife.

It’s just that the Colonel knows he can’t satisfy all your needs. You have a dark side, which he appreciates, and he thinks he’s being a good man when he allows this to happen. He's a good man, both to you and to the rookie who is the cockiest and also the most deranged, damaged little creature he has ever seen.

He tries his best to carve a man out of this poor, traumatized young bastard. He tries his best to give you the opportunity to live your life to the full by having two men who absolutely and utterly worship you... in their own ways.

Because when Young Recruit König comes home?

He’s not tired at all. He’s just excited and pent-up from being away from you for so long. He greets you by lifting you into a bone-crushing hug, sets you down when you whimper, and buries his face into your neck. You never get a kiss on the lips or a peck on the cheek: young König gives you a long, bruising love bite on your neck while you squirm and whine in his hold. He's something of a sadist when he only laughs and asks, “How has my sweet little Muschi* been...?” *Muschi means pussy in German :(

He doesn’t offer to help, he just throws his bags on the floor and asks what’s for dinner. If you have it ready, he nuzzles his face into your neck again and says how much he loves you, how perfect you are, and how he’s going to show how much he missed you after he's had a taste of your delicious cookings.

You watch how he eats almost all of it, a meal meant for an entire family. Colonel König eats like a horse, too, but he’s modest compared to our young rookie who goes to the gym in addition to his hectic job and probably burns 4000 calories per day just by daydreaming of filthy scenarios with you.

Don’t even think about riding him slowly into the sunset. Young König takes you while you’re on your knees, your ass and pussy exposed to his hungry gaze and hard cock. It borders on humiliating sometimes, the way he treats you. You grab for support from the sheets, knowing that it’s useless.

You’re in luck if you happen to cum, because the first round is just him using his little muschi, the tight, sweet hole he’s missed so much. He sounds like an animal until he cums, then kisses you all over when he’s done. You both sound like you're about to cry as he gives you hot, fond smooches where it tickles the most, getting some kind of sick satisfaction from the way you squirm and shudder in his hold again.

Round two is much more gentle and König is way more attentive, now focusing solely on you. Or at least on how you look under him, how desperate and wet your eyes get, how your tits bounce when he makes love to you. Well, you wouldn’t say that the younger version of König even knows how to make love – the old Colonel has tried to teach him, but he seems to get very pissed at anyone telling him what to do and how to do it. Plus he knows he can give you what the old man can or will not: a rough fucking that leaves you breathless, helpless and very much in love.

Because even if the first time is pure madness, the sessions that follow are made of intense adoration. König is obsessed with you and your desperate moans, your tight, wet cunt, the way he can make you cum three or four or even five times a day. He’s not the most gentle, attentive guy but he will do anything in his power to make you shiver, shake, beg, and clench. While Colonel tries to savour you nice and slow, the younger recruit lives for extremes. Sometimes it feels like he’s trying to drive you (or himself) mad.

The sheets have to be changed on the third day of his leave, and there’s not a surface in your house he hasn’t bullied you on or against. After a few days of fucking and living on takeaway food (König won’t let you from his sights for one minute), the young recruit finally calms down and agrees to watch some movies with you. You even get him to do some chores.

He won't help you in the garden like Colonel König because he's interested in the most dangerous, illegal or unnecessary jobs in the house, such as: can he fix the weather vane while balancing on a slippery roof, or would it be any fun if he did some DIY electrical work by himself. But he will help you with your computer, fix you some weed and turn a cooking session into a play fight that ends with you both on the kitchen floor and König sampling you instead of the sauce you tried to offer him.

This young rookie comes home with a wine bottle or some new sexy lingerie for you to wear (and him to tear right off). One day he comes home with a kitten, a scared little orange tabby, and asks if you like it while an evil grin spreads on his face. The poor thing tries to scratch and claw König but he has his gloves on, and when it gets released to your apartment, it runs under the sofa and won't come out, not before König comes up with a solution that involves some tuna. You're 100% sure he either stole that kitten or found it abandoned somewhere.

König leaves you in the good care of his older version, knowing that the aftercare he provided barely counts as aftercare because it’s filled with manic kisses and hugs that hardly allow you to breathe. The things he mutters in your ear when he holds you are usually about you being the best pussy he’s ever had, or about would you like it if he killed the old fart.

The cat turns out to be very vocal and cuddly but it also destroys your curtains and the Colonel's side of the bed. It grows up to be a violent bird hunting machine and an entire menace that, perhaps to no one's surprise, reminds you of your young lover.

Conversations with König mainly include him mansplaining things to you. He boasts a lot and you get the feeling he's actually very insecure under all that brash cockiness. But whenever you try to work on that with him, he soon gets annoyed, frustrated, or horny. Any attention is both poison and elixir for this man.

When you start to cry from him being so intense with you and mean to the man you love (the man who allows this young rookie to eat his food, fuck his wife and practically live in the house he bought with hard work) he says it’s only because he knows you’re not happy with him, not really.

But he can make you happy. He has money too. He can give you everything you want, too. And didn’t he just make you cum twice with his tongue and cock? Can the old man do that, eh? What else do you need? What else could you even ask for?

You have to make your calls and texts to the Colonel in secret even if your arrangement is known to all parties involved. It’s just that the young recruit becomes even more crazy and possessive in bed if he sees or hears you talking to his rival. You get the sense that he's not just crazy and self-centered: he's actually so desperately in love with you that he can't take the reminder that you're someone else's wife.

You tried to live together once, but it ended in both of your lovers in the hospital and you crying next to their beds. They made an uneasy truce after that, and agreed that they should take turns with you.

They mainly talk to each other through you nowadays. The "talking" mainly consist of threats which you never deliver.

Colonel König says he’ll snap the young prick’s neck if he ever hurts you in any way, your body or your feelings. You never say to him that the damage is already done – well, perhaps he hasn't hurt your body, which is sore from all the love, yes, but never abused. But he has hurt your feelings many times by being so callous, intimidating, and reckless.

Your nervous system is constantly on high alert with the young recruit who fantasizes very openly and cruelly about all the things he’d like to do to the Colonel (such as "if he tries to show me how to fuck this sweet Muschi again, I will fuck him to his grave with his own dick" or "I have a bullet with your lover's name on it. Have you ever held a gun, kleiner Schatz? Would you like me to show you how to load a rifle?")

When you remind him that you’re the Colonel’s wife, and won’t listen to such violent, stupid nonsense, the young recruit smiles with another devilish grin and says you needn’t worry: you wouldn’t be a widow for long. He would propose to you once the funeral is over and done with. Perhaps he’ll propose at the funeral. Would you like that…? Would it make you wet?

It's the only time you actually slapped him, and it only got him hard. When you were shocked about that too, he asked why do you think men go to the army in the first place, and urged you to slap the Colonel too and see what it does to him.

What you find a bit funny though is how this entitled young man seems to think about the Colonel everytime he’s inside you. He always brags about how he fucks you better than him, how he knows you prefer his mouth over the old man’s. He knows his cock is bigger too: he compared once when they were having a piss outside. He also knows you should make babies with him: they would be very healthy. Surely you’d choose him over the old Colonel if it came to breeding you? If you ever want children, you only need to ask...

#double trouble au #2 Königs one reader #könig x reader

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gauloiseblue · 1 month

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You always joked about how you'd find out what's beneath his mask someday. Literally and figuratively.

He'd scoff at your attempts, or suggestions to lift up his sniper mask. Some of them caught him off guard, to the point he almost did it if not for his logical mind. But some of them were downright ridiculous, that he couldn't help but snort.

Maybe you already accepted it from the start, that he would never give in, but it had become a harmless jest at this point, so you might as well keep it going.

Until he gives you permission.

The thing is, it doesn't make you happy—it scares you to death instead. He once bit off someone's finger when they poked it in the place they shouldn't have touched. So what's behind the mask couldn't be worth the pain.

At first, you thought of it as a warning. Yet he wasn't showing any signs of threat. He even pulled you closer, so you'd get a better view of him.

His mask stays on, but he lets you touch his face. Your hands hover an inch away from his veiled visage, before you test the water with a touch.

He doesn't flinch away, or charge at you like a venomous snake. He stays still, letting your hands cup his cheeks.

"Didn't you say you wanna feel my face?" He said as he brought you closer, causing a shiver down on your spine.

"I did," Your lips trembled slightly, "I'm doing it."

"You're not doing it right." He tugged your paralyzed hands onto his chest.

You're confused when he firmly grips both of your hands, before slowly sliding them under the hem of his hood.

"Inside, maus." He commanded you, "Tell me what you feel."

And so, you complied.

You reach into his mask, and touch his neck tentatively. For a brief moment, his muscles tense under your fingertips, before they come down relaxed.

"Oh." You murmured as you pressed your palm onto his nape, "You can certainly survive a fighter jet ride."

He doesn't give you any response, so you take it as a cue to continue.

Your hands creep up higher, until your fingers reach the soft bones of his ears. They seem small in your grasp, smaller than they should, for a man of his height. A quiet smile spreads in your lips, as you imagine the tiny shells that frame both sides of his face.

"I'm surprised you have clear skin." You commented when you caressed his cheek, feeling the texture of his skin, "I thought you'd have a problem with it since you always wore a mask."

"Not always." He replied, nudging you to roam further, "I took it off whenever I'm alone."

"Did you take care of it?"

"No."

"How unfair." You chuckled, "I want to have your skin."

He keeps his eyes on you, and you feel the need to clear your throat, before you trace the lines on his face.

"You have a big nose." You mused as you ran your finger down from the bridge of his nose, "It's crooked."

He hums, while his eyes follow your uncertain gaze.

"Why you stopped?" He called you out, and you jumped upon hearing them, "There's one place you haven't touched."

You bit your lips, trembling, as you lowered your hand, until you felt the soft lumps on your fingertips.

They form a thin line, before they split open, inviting your finger inside. Your breathing becomes labored, as he takes a hold on your hand, guiding your thumb into his mouth.

He doesn't break eye contact the whole time, and you're too paralyzed to look away. You feel the sharpness of his teeth as his lips are closing around your digit. You have anticipated the guillotine falling on the head of your thumb, yet what comes after is a soft brush of his tongue.

It was rough, and drenched with his saliva, that it formed a string at the time your thumb left his mouth.

"König—" You gasped when he dragged his lips down to your palm, before stopping on your wrist. Pressing his tongue on your pulse point, where the skin barrier is so thin, that it feels as if he's tasting your flesh.

"Scared, maus?" He muttered, his teeth scraped against your skin, "Are you scared of me?"

You stare at him, as your instinct screams at you to nod. But you shake your head, despite the tremble in your hands.

"Then you'll do as I say." He wraps his arm around your waist, leaving no room for you to run, "Take off my mask."

Your eyes widened, not believing what you just heard from his mouth. Alas, his glare is enough to confirm the truth.

He guides your hands to his mask, pushing it up in a manner that's close to unveiling a white cover. And once the mask is lifted, you have no time to admire him as he slams his lips against yours.

Your cry of surprise is swallowed by his mouth, as he pushes his tongue between your lips. You can't do anything but cling to him, as he presses your body down with his, until your back is flush against the cushion.

When you open your eyes, what greets you is a pair of eclipses. Gone was the cruel Colonel, as he's replaced by a voracious brute.

The moment he opens his mouth, you know you'll be devoured by him.

#i wrote 2 konig fics in one day there's something wrong with me #cod #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #konig mw2 #is this cannibal core?#idk girl #yandere konig #there's something about fingers in a mouth...........#i'm normal i swear #I've fixed the 3rd person pov. just noticed it now. oopsie my bad

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Something About Us (König x F!Reader)

Pairing: König x F!Reader Category: Smut/Angst (18+) Warnings: One Bed Trope, Wet Dreams/Sex Dreams, Dry Humping, Sexsomnia, Slight Dub-Con, P in V Sex, Creampie, Cervix Fucking, Dirty Talk, Descriptions of Reader Near Death Experience (Knife Violence), I Can’t Speak German Word Count: 6,654

Summary: After a short mission, you and König crash in a safehouse, only to realize that there’s one bed.

Author’s Note: This one took quite a while to write. I know, it’s a “oh no there’s only one bed what are we going to do???!” piece, but I wanted to see what I could do with it (and also make it a song fic for good measure). I apologize for getting carried away with the word count.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You and your partner exchanged weary glances. A small "queen" sized bed rested in the center of the barren bedroom. Of course, the couch was broken in the small living room just down the hall. Why wouldn't it be? König rubbed the back of his neck before he cleared his throat.

“I can just sleep on the floor,” the Austrian coughed. You raised your brow and waved your hand.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I'm sure both of us can fit,” you said eyeing the bed. König remained silent, his massive form hovering at the threshold of the bedroom door. You nearly tripped onto the mattress. König’s hands flew out to catch you.

“I’m okay!” you laughed. His shoulders relaxed. You turned and bent down to tie your loose shoelace. You noticed König staring at you in your peripheral vision.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased with a smirk. The man’s blue eyes widened beneath his sniper mask. He shifted uncomfortably before he quickly strode to the other side of the room. You watched him walk to a corner and drop his things. His gun sank to the wooden floor with a loud ‘clunk’. Something about the sound reminded you of how he ripped the knife out of a terrorist's hand just a few hours prior.

There was a hostage crisis, a politician who provided resources against a terrorist group in a small, Eastern European village. Seeing as it was a single hostage, KorTac sent you and your partner along with a few local operators on the mission. While you and the other personnel fanned out, König acted as a battering ram through the rundown facility. The mission was successful, and the politician was returned safely. However, you had a close call when one of the terrorists had a knife to your jugular. If König wasn't just around the corner, you’d be gone. Chills ran up your spine at the thought, your hand rubbing over the front of your neck. König’s boots landed on the other side of the room with a sudden thud, drawing you back to the present.

You gazed over your shoulder, the mountain of a man hunched over on the bed as he stripped himself of his outer tactical gear. He was always a man of few words, yet unrelentingly polite. Yet the moment he was on a mission, his demeanor changed completely. The light in his eyes dimmed as he broke through doors, barriers, even soldiers set before him like a bulldozer. You frowned as you watched bruises peek out from beneath his shirt.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked. He turned his head slightly, his azure eyes dull and glazed over as he followed your line of sight.

“Ja, just a few bruises,” he replied. You sighed as you walked over to him, the floor creaking beneath each step.

“I know, but that’s not what I meant,” you said. König’s shoulders tensed as you slid next to him. You had to crane your neck up just to look up at him. “You’re being quiet,” you said.

“I’m always quiet,” König grunted. You laughed through your nose.

“Yeah, but you seem more quiet than usual,” you said. He clenched and unclenched his fists. His palms looked just as sweaty as the rest of him. His face was twisted into a large knot of emotion. Fear. Rage. Annoyance. You couldn't quite put your finger on it. The sun sank low in the sky as the two of you sat in the cold, dimly lit room.

“I’m just tired,” your partner stated bluntly, averting your gaze. You tilted your head.

“Are you sure?” you asked. König shifted on the bed, his face now turned towards you. He said nothing at first, only playing with his fingers. You felt a warmth bloom in your cheeks as his hooded eyes locked onto your face.

“I…” his voice trailed off. König bounced his leg, his fingers digging into his dirtied and torn pants. You held your breath, waiting for his response. He bunched up the fabric in his hands. “I just…can’t stop thinking about today. How you almost got-” his voice shook before he swallowed thickly. Your brows arched, heart sinking into your stomach.

“You mean when that bastard nearly slit my throat?” you asked. König winced at your words.

“Ja,” he muttered under his breath. You frowned, your hand moving closer to his arm to comfort him.

“König, look at me," you said firmly. His eyes drifted back to you. "I’m fine now. The hostage is safe. Evac is probably going to be here soon. There’s nothing to worry about,” you tried to reassure him. His hood moved beneath him. You imagined he was biting the inside of his cheek.

“I know,” he seethed, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was clenching his pant legs. His breathing grew ragged the longer you held his hand.

“Then what’s wrong?” you asked with knitted brows. König looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. He slipped away from you, your hand falling out from his.

“I’m going to take a shower,” your partner groaned as he turned his back to you. You frowned, a slow heat simmering in your chest.

“Alright,” you said with a sigh. He shuffled over to the door, pausing briefly, then continued to lumber into the hall. The door closed behind him, the sound reverberating across the thin safehouse walls. You were all alone.

“Fuck,” you cursed to yourself. Your nostrils flared as you felt yourself sink into the bed. You didn't mean to interrogate him. You just wanted to look out for your partner. Why couldn't he understand that? Why was he avoiding you when he literally treated you the same way on the ride over here? You blushed as you remembered how König held your hand, his long, thick fingers gripping you tightly, as if he believed that if he let go, you’d slip away. Tears pricked at the corners of your red, tired eyes. You scowled before wiping the wetness away. You didn’t want to deal with whatever emotions were tangled up inside of you right now, but they were persistent as hell.

Yes, König was your partner, but only in the professional sense. You bit your lip as you’ve thought about the times he’d saved your ass, and you’ve saved his. That sense of camaraderie started to shift into something more peculiar…something that kept you awake at night fantasizing about him. He caught you blushing one time when he pinned you while sparring. König didn't say anything, his face shrouded by his dark cloak, though you knew in your heart that your flushed cheeks and blown pupils said it all.

You shivered as another cold chill ran down your body. The heating unit in the window sputtered to life, though it provided little warmth to the empty room. The sun had set behind the curtain of mountains that loomed over your current residence. You reached over and wrapped yourself in an extra blanket that lay on the end of the bed. Your eyelids began to feel heavy, yet you wanted to take a shower, too. A clear image of you stepping into the shower with your giant partner flashed in your mind. You screwed your eyes shut and shook your head as you tried and failed to push the fantasy from your mind. The hum of running water echoed from across the hallway. You yawned and shuddered beneath the covers. Wrapping yourself even tighter, you found yourself curling up into a ball on the mattress.

You've had a very hard day. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to indulge, just a little bit…

You slid out of your bra and panties, his dark-haired head cresting just above the shower curtain. He didn’t seem to notice you slipping into the bathroom, humming a soft tune while he scrubbed his hair. Your hand pulled back the curtain. König’s singing stopped, his soapy muscles bulged as he turned towards you. His cock was flaccid yet the sheer size made your mouth water. Your eyes trailed up his broad chest and to his chiseled face. He was devastatingly handsome, face covered in scars and stubble. You bit your lip and blushed, wiggling a bit as he gawked at you.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, your voice laced with lust as you leaned your naked breasts forward. He was completely silent, eyes wide and cock twitching ever so slightly. König nodded. You grinned ear to ear as you stepped into the steaming hot shower. He nearly took up the whole space, but you were still able to squeeze in front of him. His large body was blocking most of the water splashing onto you. You shifted your thighs together when his cock tapped between your ass cheeks. Immediately, his hands flew down to hold onto your hips as he tried to compose himself. You turned to give him a doe-eyed look as you held up a washcloth.

“Could you please help me scrub my back, Kö?” you asked sweetly. His cock twitched on your ass and you moaned, knees pressed together. He swallowed before taking the cloth from your hand. His large hand lingered on yours as his other rubbed circles your hip.

“J-Ja,” König flushed. He stepped out of the way for the water to splash over you. You raised your arms and stretched, flexing your back muscles while your breasts jutted out. You heard his breath hitch behind you.

“Verdammt,” he muttered. You peeked behind your shoulder to see his cock. His fat, red mushroom tip now stood at attention. You gave a cheeky smile before bracing yourself against the shower all. You pushed your ass out towards him and swayed your hips side to side.

“Make sure to scrub hard. My muscles have felt so tight,” you whined. He stepped closer to you, hesitantly placing the washcloth on your shoulder. You released a long sigh as he lathered your back, only to moan when his other hand came up to grab your breast. You looked back behind you to see him biting his lip.

“Schatz,” König whined as he slotted his cock in between your thighs. You rolled your head back as he tweaked your hard nipple between his finger and thumb. His length began to drag below your wet lips, your arousal smearing across the top of his thick shaft. Both of your pants and moans echoed across the shower walls as he thrusted between your thighs.

“Fuck,” you keened. You arched your back when his head caught your clit. König’s lips were on your neck, trailing a long line of kisses down to your shoulder. You felt yourself careening towards the edge, body tensing as he spread your labia with his heavy cock. He groaned behind you, balls aching for release.

“Vögelchen, I’m so close,” he whined into your ear. Your mouth opened into a silent scream, ready to fall off the cliff. Your fingers scraped down the tiled wall, his hand harshly gripping your breast while his dick rubbed you in all the right ways.

“König,” you sobbed.

Suddenly, the feeling of your rising pleasure was gone. You blinked a few times. Your brows furrowed when you realized you were no longer in the shower with him. You were fully clothed in tactical gear and back at the abandoned building from today. You began to panic when you didn’t hear a single noise except for the wind howling through the broken windows and rotting structure.

“König?” you called.

Nothing.

You scanned the room for any sign of hostiles. You jumped when a wild cackle echoed through the building. Your feet carried you through the door.

“König!” you cried as you sped down the hall. The room was twisting into a black hole, your cries loud and deafening as you frantically searched for your partner. You gasped when you rounded the corner. A sharp blade was pressed against your jugular. A masked man who was most definitely not König let out a wicked laugh before holding his finger up to his lips.

“Go ahead, scream your partner's name again and I’ll spill your blood all over the floor,” the terrorist’s voice growled, dipping the knife even further near your throat. You gulped, your throat bobbing towards the edge of the blade. Before you could open your mouth, a familiar voice rang out in the distance.

“Maus?”

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“Maus? Maus, wake up!” König shouted as he shook your shoulders. You screamed and thrashed around beneath your covers, hot tears pouring down your cheeks.

“König!” you shrieked, lip shaking as you swung your arms around wildly. His eyes widened before he shook your shoulders even harder.

“(Y/N)!” König barked. Your eyes shot open, chest heaving as you released several shaky breaths. You flinched when you met eyes with the tall, dark figure towering over the side of the bed. He exhaled shakily, his hands falling away from your shoulders.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). It’s just me,” König said, his voice soft and raspy. You blinked, tears still leaking from your weary eyes. Your heart was pounding in your ears as König remained completely still. The heater hummed lowly in the small room as the feelings of terror from your nightmare began to drift away.

“König? Wh-What happened?” you stammered. He rubbed the back of his head. He was wearing a new set of clothes, though his face was still shrouded by the cover of his mask.

“You were screaming for me. It sounded like you were having a bad dream” he explained. You remained silent, cheeks burning. You hoped your screaming was more from the nightmare than from the previous dream.

“It was just a nightmare,” you said quickly. König cocked his head as he watched you shiver beneath the sheets. You curled into a tight ball with chittering teeth. His eyes scanned you like he was deep in thought.

“Is it alright if I...help warm you up?” he said hesitantly. You stared at him blankly. König sighed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"Please," you suddenly spat out. The giant man blinked a few times before shifting into the bed. He nearly pushed you off as he adjusted himself, his hand balancing on your hip. You bit your lip to stifle a soft squeal. You wiggled over slightly as he pulled you to his chest. Your heart raced as both of you lay in silence. You closed your eyes as he rested a hand on your head. His fingers smoothed over your hair, the tips massaging your scalp.

“I-It was the terrorist from earlier,” you sniffed. His fingers suddenly gripped your locks, but not enough to hurt you.

“Scheißer,” he angrily muttered under his breath. Your eyelids began to fall as he trailed his thick fingers through your locks, untangling any messy knots along the way. Your breath hitched as he leaned his face closer to your ear, his lips almost dancing against the flushed shell.

“You’re safe now," he comforted. You relaxed beneath his touch, melting into his side. "I promise I won’t let anything like that happen to you again,” König murmured. You turned your head to him, nearly capturing him in an accidental kiss. His movements ceased as a small gasp left his lips. Your eyes were shining as you felt your heart bursting at the seams.

“Thank you, Kö,” you sighed. The man gave a quiet grunt. You soaked in the warmth his body radiated, his thick, muscular form nearly swallowing you whole like a blanket.

“Entspanne. Go back to sleep, Maus,” König whispered while he continued to stroke his fingers through your hair. You nodded, eyelids falling as you drifted back to sleep.

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You were stirred from your sleep again. This time, it was from feeling something hard rutting into your backside. You were puzzled at first, only to remember the man who had been sitting by your side earlier. How much time has passed? You eyed the window that faced you. It was still dark outside, yet the dark blue hues told you the sun wasn’t far from rising. You gasped as König’s arms squeezed around you, holding onto you like a teddy bear. You blushed when you realized he must have fallen asleep with you.

“Meine Katzchen,” he purred lowly. Your heart jumped as he gave another thrust into the plush globes of your ass. The tips of your ears burned when his exposed lips grazed over your fluttering pulse. Another deep rut caused you to stifle a soft moan. You felt a tension growing in your core as you instinctively arched your back the more he rubbed his aching cock into you.

“So gut,” König murmured. His arms wrapped you even tighter, keeping you in a snug cocoon beneath the blanket. Your clit throbbed as his hips snapped into you. “Du fühlst dich so gut an,” the large man moaned. His words rattled you to the core. You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from swearing, the heat building in your cunt. A loud snore nearly ruptured your eardrum. Your soul shot out of your body. He was still asleep.

His arms were pressing you closer to his chiseled body as he dipped his covered cock into your ass even further. You muffled a squeal as his length brushed past your ass and slightly over your cunt. He felt massive. You let a frustrated exhale through your nostrils. As much as you enjoyed this, you knew it wasn’t right. You bit your lip and tried to wiggle your way out of his grasp. He protested with a whiny grunt and hooked his leg around yours, locking you in. Your lips tightened.

“(Y/N),” König groaned lowly. Your mouth shot open. He was dreaming…about you? Your partner moaned into your neck, his lazy strokes now steady and paced as he clung to you tightly. Your mind was scattered to the wind as your pussy fluttered, folds soaked in your arousal. He whimpered as his fingers tightened around your body.

Your inhibitions were slipping away as his hot breath fanned over your neck, his hard length threatening to burst from his pants. The thought of it being inside of you made you drool. You couldn’t help the moans left your lips. They blended in a duet of quiet, lewd noises that rang through the tiny room. A throbbing heat began to rise from your core and trickle down to your fingers and toes. You gasped quietly when König released a feral growl, stilling himself against your ass. Oh my God. You noticed the wet feeling that leaked through his pants and onto your backside.

“König,” you keened. You quickly slapped your hands over your mouth. His eyes shot open. König gasped and released a surprised yelp. He shoved himself off of you, sputtering curses and apologies in German.

“Es tut mir leid!” he shouted repeatedly. His breathing was tense as he scrambled away on his hands and knees. You slid off the bed, trying to ignore the tension in your core.

“König, it’s okay!” you assured. He violently shook his head.

“Nein! I just-I mean-I didn’t mean-,” he gave up and threw his hands over his face. You frowned as you watched him shudder, his massive body sliding down the wall. A sharp pain struck your heart as he tried to squeeze himself into a tight ball, as if he wanted to disappear forever. You stepped closer to him, holding a hand out.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” König repeated. He shook on the floor, hands gripping at his dark hood. You knelt down before him, eyes soft and warm.

“König, look at me,” you said firmly. He shook his head, body tense and curled into itself. You sighed. “König, it’s okay,” you cooed. The man shivered as he sniffed. “I know you didn’t mean to,” you continued. Silence, then more sniffing. You shuffled closer, still keeping your hands balanced on your thigh.

“I’ll never forgive myself,” König’s voice cracked. He sniffed and tried to turn away from you. You gently laid your hand on his forearm. He kept his face away from you when you leaned closer.

“Please, you have to,” you begged. König peeked one of his eyes from between the cracks of his fingers. You swallowed, your throat feeling dry. “I know you didn’t mean to do that. You were asleep, you didn’t have control over what you were doing,” you explained. König’s voice was caught in his throat as you moved even closer, your knees bumping into his. You splayed your hand across his tense arms, keeping your voice soft and sweet.

“I’m not mad at you at all,” you clarified. König drew his head from his hands. His hood was wet with tears as he sniffled beneath it.

“Really?” he asked. You gave him a small smile and nodded.

“Really, I’m not. In fact, I…” you blushed. He tilted his head down, his regret quickly shifting into curiosity. The words that wanted to come out felt stuck in your throat. I really, really liked it. Was it even the right thing to say?

“You what, (Y/N)?” he murmured. Your clit throbbed between your folds. You wanted nothing more than for him to take you right then and there. On the bed. Against the wall. Anywhere. You shook your head.

“Nothing,” you dismissed as you went to rise to your feet. König’s head perked up as he quietly gasped.

“Did you enjoy it?” he gasped. You remained still as your cheeks flooded with a deep crimson. You hung your head and gave a slow nod.

“Mein Gott,” your partner muttered. He ran his hand over the top of his hood, his body trembling. Both of you remained frozen in place for what felt like an eternity. Your face grew an even deeper shade of red when he finally took his hand and wrapped it in yours, his thumb pressed into the back of your palm.

“I-I know this may sound crazy, and it might not be the right time…but,” his entire body was shaking. Your heart skipped a beat.

“König?” you asked. You clasped your hand over his and squeezed it gently. He instantly relaxed. He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for so long,” König swallowed thickly. Your eyes widened at the implications of his words. He stroked across the back of your hand, humming to himself. Your eyes flicked up to his hood, his blue eyes shining in the pale moonlight. “I want you, (Y/N),” König said. Your lips curved ear to ear. “I’ve wanted you to be mine since the moment we first spoke,” he sheepishly chuckled. Your heart melted right then and there, ready to burst in your chest.

"That's why today...when that fucker nearly killed you before my eyes, I wanted to tear him to pieces," König seethed, his fists clenching. You remained quiet as he continued. "I couldn't bear the thought of living another day on this earth without you, and today that almost came true," he shuddered. Your bottom lip shook before you came up and pressed a small kiss to where you imagined his cheek would be. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates as you pulled away.

"I know. I was scared shitless. But I have you to thank for me still being here," you smiled warmly. König returned your expression, pulling you close to his broad chest. Both of you held onto each other, soaking in the fact that the two of you were living here and now. You nuzzled your face into his chest as he kissed the top of your head, his hand stroking your lower back.

"Schatz?" he piqued. You tilted your head up, your lips inches from his.

"Yes, König?" you hummed. His hand rested on your hip, fingers digging into your waist.

“Do you...do you want me to?” König asked. You grinned and crashed your lips into his, forgetting about the hood entirely. His eyes widened with surprise, but he quickly leaned into your kiss. Both of his hands snaked down to your hips, tenderly holding you as you pulled away.

“I always have,” you said softly. The corner of König’s eyes crinkled. You pecked where his lips would’ve been before you pressed your forehead to his. “I always have,” you repeated, your voice quieter yet more firm this time. You came forward, your hands falling onto his broad chest. You felt his heart hammer beneath your gentle touch. He rested his forehead against yours, his breathing choppy and hands squeezing your hips. Your fingers slowly came up to the cloth covering his face. The face you’ve never gotten the joy to see, never had the pleasure to touch.

“May I?” you asked. His eyes flitted between your hands and your lips. He nodded as he wrapped his hands around your wrists. You slowly pulled up his hood, his face coming to you in pieces. First, his plump, slightly pink lips that were parted. His strong chin was sprinkled with dirty blonde scruff and light pink scars. Next, a slightly crooked yet otherwise sharp nose. You imagined it was from the amount of times it’s been broken. König’s breathing grew heavier as you rolled the cloth up close to his eyes.

“I can stop if you want,” you said. His hands tightened around your wrist as he licked his dry lips.

“Nein, bitte…I want you to see all of me,” he said. You smiled and continued to pull up the sheet of fabric. He screwed his eyes shut as you rolled it off of his head. Black face paint covered his eyes and upper cheeks. His short, dirty blonde hair caught the light of the sun that peeked just over the mountains. The weight of silence was heavy before you finally spoke.

“You’re breathtaking,” you awed. He opened his eyes and blinked. They were like two pools of sapphire seated in a field of his ivory skin. His face was undeniably rugged, torn and scarred from years of being in battle. However, you couldn’t deny how it only made him more handsome in your eyes. Your thumb came and stroked his stubbled chin, then his cheek. König nuzzled into your touch and purred.

You smiled as he rubbed his cheek in your palm, breathing in your scent. A gasp left you when he suddenly took your thumb into his mouth, his soft muscle swirling around it. You rubbed your thighs together as he picked you up and gently placed you back down on the bed. His massive form hovered over you, your finger still lodged in the wet cavern of his mouth. You slid your hand away, your thumb coming out with a wet “pop”. König’s gaze was lidded, pupils blown as he leaned in.

“Liebling, I’ve wanted to feel you for so long. Would it be alright if I did so now?” he rasped into your ear. You shivered beneath him, hands wrapping around his thick neck.

“Please, König,” you keened while arching your hips. He sucked in a deep breath, in awe of the beautiful woman below him.

“Danke,” König sighed. His long fingers slid down, over your breasts and landing on your waist. You sighed when he pressed his lips to your face, eventually finding your own. Your mouths danced around each other while he worked your pants and underwear down your waist. He sucked in a sharp breath when he laid eyes on your dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet,” he breathed in astonishment. You spread your legs wide for him to get a view of your whole aching cunny. He growled when you dipped your hand in between your folds, your finger playing with your clit.

“It’s your fault,” you teased. His Adam's apple bobbed, eyes darkening with lust. You arched your back as you circled your nub and let out a loud moan. A red curtain fell over his cheeks. He reached down between your hips, replacing your hand with his. You whined as he pressed a thick digit into your bundle of nerves.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop and I will,” König whispered. You nodded and wrapped your hands around his taut forearms. He leaned back down to kiss you while his thumb drew slow, languid strokes across your clit. Pleasure rippled through your pussy as he dipped his head, pushing his tongue into your soft mouth. Your tongues flicked and sucked on each other as he swallowed your moans. The pressure began to steadily build in your core with each flick, stroke, and circle across your bundle of nerves. König gritted his teeth as his cock began to swell painfully in his pants.

You mewled when you felt one of his long digits sink into your hole. The ridges of his finger delicately brushed across your walls, stroking in spots you didn't know you had.

"Need to make sure you're ready for me, Liebling," König murmured. You nodded and gripped onto his arms. Your head felt dizzy from just one finger inside of you. He curled it into your upper walls, the pad brushing against the spot that made your toes curl. You moaned as you felt him pump into your heat. The pool in your belly began to bubble up as he rubbed your clit beneath his thumb in tandem with his thrusts. You saw stars when he added a second finger.

"That's it, look at you opening up for me so well," König praised. You bit your lip as he scissored his fingers inside of you, spreading your walls deliciously.

"S-So good, König, making me feel so good," you slurred. He chuckled quietly as he continued to pump his fingers into you, his thumb still dancing over your juicy bundle of nerves. The heat only began to rise inside of you with each stroke. He cursed beneath his breath when he watched your hands slip away to twist your perky nipples in between your fingers. Everything felt so intense, from his digits being swallowed by your cunt to your nubs being rolled by your own hands. You arched your back when a third finger slipped inside of you. The stretch was borderline painful, yet the pleasure quickly overshadowed it.

"Are you feeling okay, Maus?" König asked, his blown pupils trained on your face. You nodded and swallowed thickly.

"Y-Yes," you gasped as you felt yourself teeter on the edge of your high, your walls spasming around his digits. His lips curled back over yours as he slid all three fingers into you, your pussy squelching loudly with each drag.

"Fuck, I've dreamt of doing this to you for so long," he moaned. "Making you squirm with pleasure," König grunted. His voice seemed so far away as the cord inside of you wound tighter and tighter. He gave a deep swipe across your bud and thrusted his fingers into your spongy spot inside. "To see what you would look like when you came undone," he groaned hungrily. Your vision went white as you cried out beneath him, walls clamping down around his slick digits.

"Just like this," he breathed, thrusting his fingers with each word. His tongue swiped up a drop of saliva that dripped out of the corner of your mouth. You shuddered as you felt your high surge across your body, your nipples sensitive in your grasp and clit throbbing below the pad of his thumb.

"K-König," you slurred. König's mouth enveloped around your lips as he slipped his fingers out of you.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here," he cooed. You panted as he shifted above you. The bulge in his pants was even more prominent, making your jaw go slack.

“Scheiße,” he grunted as he took in all of you. You were flush from head to toe, your body spread out like a full-course meal. He licked his lips, wanting to know so badly how sweet you'd taste. Perhaps some other time. He pulled his shirt off, then his pants and briefs. You gawked as his cock sprang from the confines of his pants and smacked against his rough abs. He noticed your staring and blushed.

“You’re so big,” you gaped. König's eyes lowered, his body tense.

“I-I know,” he stammered. You tilted your head. "I-It's caused more problems than I'd like," König confessed. You frowned. You ran your hands up his thighs, looking at him lovingly. His breath seized as you stroked one of your palms along his thick shaft.

“Don't worry, we’ll figure it out,” you smiled reassuringly. König cracked a smile, then groaned as you tighten your grip around his length. You gave it a few experimental pumps, feeling a large vein that ran across the bottom of his shaft bulge across the creases of your hand. He rutted into your hand, thighs spreading slightly when your other came up to cup his heavy balls.

“Ah,” König moaned as his hands came down near your shoulders. He lowered his dick closer to your folds, his red tip kissing over your wet lower lips. You licked your lips at the welcoming heat of his cock prodding your entrance. His member twitched in your grasp as he panted, eyes screwed shut and head tugged back.

“Schatz, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” König strained. Your core fluttered at his words. You slowed your movements before sliding your hand back to his forearm.

“Please, fuck me, König,” you moaned as you bucked your hips. He shuddered before spreading your legs wider. You stifled a whine, realizing just how much he was going to stretch you open. He raised your hips as he rubbed the leaking head of his cock against your tight hole.

“I’m going to go slow. Is that alright?” König asked. You didn’t care what speed he went, you just needed him to be inside of you.

“Yes,” you moaned. He nodded before angling his hips. Your mouth opened into a silent scream as his head breached your entrance. The man above you hissed as your walls sucked him in. You were afraid you’d be split down the middle…and he wasn’t even halfway in yet.

“Please relax, Vögelchen. You’re so tight,” König groaned. You slid your hand between your hotly pressed bodies, circling your clit feverishly. Your pussy loosened a little, allowing him to sink into your wet heat. Your toes curled as his cock brushed against your spongy g-spot, your pussy wracked with sparks of arousal. His hands were almost bruising your hips as he gave a sudden, sharp thrust. You cried out.

“Shh. I know, I know,” he cooed. His hand came up to cup your cheek as your lip quivered.

“I-I can’t do it, Kö,” you sobbed. His thumb brushed a tear that fell from your eye. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but holy fuck, did your pussy feel divine wrapped around him.

“Just take a deep breath with me, Katzchen,” he said. Your eyes opened, wet with tears of the pleasure and pain that emanated from your core. König drew in a deep inhale through his nose.

“In,” he said. You did the same, the cold air filling your lungs. “And out,” König murmured before exhaling through his mouth. You followed his lead, your body relaxing as you released your breath. The pain began to fade the more both of you breathed together, his cock slipping further inside. Before you knew it, his hips were flush with yours, head buried against your cervix. He sighed and patted your hip.

“See, Schatz? I knew you could do it,” he praised with a sparkle in his eyes. You blushed as he gave a gentle kiss on your forehead. Tears still pricked at the corners of your eyes as his thick length stretched you to your limit. His heavy balls rested against your ass as he shifted his hips.

“Are you feeling okay?” König asked. You nodded and bit your lip, your fingers still drawing deliciously slow circles around your bundle of nerves.

“Y-Yes. Please, I need you Kö,” you mewled. He groaned when your walls tightened around him. Your eyes popped out of your head when you saw a bulge poke from beneath your stomach. Christ, he was going to break you. König gripped both of your hips as he looked you in the eyes.

“I’m going to start moving,” he said. His voice was slightly hoarse, dripping with lust and each syllable heavy with his Austrian accent. You hooked your legs around his waist as he slowly dragged his cock out of you, keeping half of it plugged in. Your jaw went slack as he fully pushed it back inside. Each stroke was tender and slow. The slight pain that remained began to dull as his cock slid past your plush walls. You moaned as you pinched and rubbed your clit along with his thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” you gasped, your mind wrapped in a blanket of ecstasy. His brows were knitted together as he pumped into your pussy, the lewd squelching making him curse beneath his breath. The bed creaked and groaned as you began to push your hips into his, matching his pace. The tendrils of your oncoming orgasm creeped in.

“(Y/N),” König moaned as he bit your neck. You curled your toes, his head pounding into your cervix as his pace became more driven. His balls slapped against your ass, your slick coating them as it leaked down to the sheets below. Everything felt clear and blurry at the same time as your head reeled with bliss. You cried as your walls fluttered around him.

“König, I’m close!” you wailed. He pounded into your cunt, his hand that was on your hip now pressed into your lower stomach where his cock bulged beneath your skin. Your jaw went slack.

“Cum for me, Liebling,” he growled. You cried and raked your fingernails down his back as your orgasm ripped through you. Your walls contracted around him, pussy squelching as he continued fucking you through your high. You moaned and babbled incessantly as liquid euphoria seeped through your veins. Your head spun as König grunted above you, his thrusts now heated and sloppy.

“(Y/N), I’m right there,” he warned into your ear. You drooled from a corner of your parted lips. The waves of overstimulation lapped at your core as you threw your head back.

“Cum inside!” you mewled. He tilted his head, his lips still snug against your neck. “I-I’m on the pill,” you breathed. König groaned and tenderly pushed into your hole.

“Hinreißend. It’s like your perfect pussy was made for me,” he moaned. His thrusts quickly became more fervent and hungry before he finally snapped his hips, his tip reaching all the way inside of you. You moaned as he spilled his thick seed into your weeping cunt. König stiffened above you as his cock pulsed inside of your walls, his cum splashing against your cervix.

“Oh my God,” you gasped as you felt his spend and your arousal erupt from where your sexes connected. He caught his breath before locking eyes with you. He leaned down, kissing you deeply while he pulled out of you. More cum oozed from your puckering entrance and dripped onto the sheets. Both of you moaned into the kiss, your mind swimming in the bliss of the afterglow. You smiled as he pulled away.

“I love you,” you breathed. You knew it wasn’t something you’d say to someone you just had sex with for the first time, but something about those three words falling from your lips just felt right. König snapped his head up, his eyes soft and filled with joy. He nuzzled his lips against yours before peppering your face with small, sweet kisses.

“Ich liebe dich,” König murmured against your skin. He pecked your lips, his hands rubbing over your hips. “I love you, too,” he whispered. You smiled, warmth flooding your chest. He pulled you to his side, his bulky arms wrapped around you.

Birds began to chirp outside as the golden morning sun peeked through the window. You traced your fingers along the dips and curves of his arm while he nuzzled his nose into your neck. You thought about his cum trickling down your thighs. You’d clean up later. Right now, all you could think about was the man holding you in his arms and the love you held for him in your heart.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

Translations:

Ja - Yes

Nein - No

Schatz - Treasure/Darling

Verdammt - Dammit

Maus - Mouse

Entspanne - Relax

Vögelchen - Little Bird

Scheiße - Shit

Scheißer - Bastard

Meine Katzchen - My Kitten

So gut/Du fühlst dich so gut an - So good/You Feel So Good

Es tut mir leid - I’m So Sorry

Mein Gott - My God

Liebling - Dear/Darling

Bitte - Please

Danke - Thank You

Hinreißend - Gorgeous/Beautiful

Ich liebe dich - I Love You

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Michelin Star Treatment and My Body's On The Menu

Summary: You work as a naked sushi model in a high-end Japanese restaurant and professionalism was the name of the game. But when Ghost and Konig walked through the door, your composure was put to the test.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Konig

Warnings: afab!reader, dub con, exhibitionist, nipple play, fingering, squirting, wakamezake, mask kink, reader goes by she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,804 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: Nyotaimori (女体盛り) is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. This fic probably wouldn’t be 100% accurate to the real-life practice because I’m not Japanese. Nonetheless, feedback and suggestion are always welcome, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

Working as a naked sushi model for a high-end restaurant was never your dream. Your friends and family always find your job as peculiar. They always ask you why would you want to be a human sushi platter for wealthy people. While some people see your job as an art form and others think it’s degrading to women. You didn’t care about their opinions anyway; it kept food on the table and paid your bills and that was all that really mattered to you.

Still feeling a bit groggy from the long shift, you sat down on a bench in the fitting room and began counting your tip money. The day had been long, but the customers were generous, you are pleased with the amount of money you have made today. Even though one group of customers that you got earlier were a bunch of drunk and obnoxious business men. They’re not trying to grope you or anything, but they’re just really rowdy and it hurts your head so bad. Unfortunately, you can’t say anything because you're not allowed to speak while you're on the job.

You get up from the bench and begin tidying your hair and make-up. There’s only one more reservation for the day: a table for two people. Perhaps they’re a couple, you think to yourself. At least it shouldn't be as disastrous as the earlier group, as you walked out from the changing room into the private dining room that was booked by the pair. The interior of the room was opulent. Soft lighting and the sounds of waterfall provided a serene atmosphere, while traditional Japanese motifs of cherry blossom and zen gardens adorned the walls. The restaurant was clearly designed to create a serene and elegant ambience that would enhance the dining experience for the guests.

You took off your kimono, leaving you bare, and climbed onto the dining table, lying down on top of it. The sushi chefs began decorating your body with a variety of sushi and sashimi, placing them on top of leaves that had been sanitized to prevent direct contact with your skin. After that, they covered your nipples and your genital area with flowers. And now all you have to do is wait for the customer to arrive at the restaurant.

It doesnt take very long for the pair to arrive. They’re two tall, muscular men in military attire, and you can see the outlines of their muscles on their clothes. Both of them are wearing masks: one is wearing a skull-printed mask, while the other is wearing a draped style mask.

Your heart skipped a beat when the two men entered the dining room. You’ve always been intrigued by masked men - there's something alluring and mysterious about them. You didn’t know if they were hot or ugly underneath their masks, it doesn’t matter to you, it was the mystery that made you so intrigued and turned on about them.

They sat down on the tatami and ordered sake from the waitress; it didn’t take long for the waitress to come back with their drinks. They began eating immediately, taking some of the sushi that was placed on top of your stomach. The dinner went well so far. You could hear both men talking about their jobs in the military - the one with the skull-printed mask spoke with a deep, husky British accent, while the one with the draped mask spoke with a thick German accent. Soon you learned their names were Ghost and Konig.

They spoke about an upcoming mission, using fancy words, code names, and military slang that you didn't understand. But all you could focus on was their sexy voices - it was as if they were trying to turn you. You couldn't do anything about it - you couldn’t even move your body an inch while you were still with the customer. So, all you could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to not let it bother you.

They were nearly finished with their meals, and you felt a bit disappointed because it means they would leave soon - but you didn't know that the real fun was about to begin.

Suddenly, you felt Konig’s fingers graze your thigh. You were surprised by his sudden action - this felt so wrong that you should have stand up and called the manager at this point - but you were already so turned on at his touch. You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

“So beautiful,” Konig mutters so himself, still grazing his fingers on your thigh, “Shall we have some fun with her, Lieutenant?”

“Your call, Colonel. I’m down if you’re down.” Ghost replied while he stares at you. You could only see his eyes, but you could feel the lust in his stare. It looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“Alright then,” Konig said as he removed the flower that covered your fold. You’re already so turned on at this point and his action made it even worse.

“Clench your thigh real tight, schatz.” You didn't know why, but you immediately complied with his command, so you clenched your thighs as tight as possible. You could see Konig pouring the sake between them. You could feel the cold liquid grazing your hot skin as you let out a soft mewl from the sensation as it’s slowly running down in between your thighs. He lifts his mask up and starts slurping the sake directly from your crotch, you could feel his soft lips touching your fold. This is so inappropriate, and you could definitely get fired if your supervisor found out that you allowed a customer to do something like this. But your body could only succumb to his action. You’re already way too deep in it anyway and there’s no turning back at point. “So delicious,” Konig said after he finished drinking, wiping his own lips with his hands. “Your turn, Lieutenant.” he added as he passed the sake bottle to Ghost. Ghost did the same thing Konig did earlier. He poured some more sake between your clenched thighs, slurping them, but suddenly after he finished drinking, he opens your legs a bit and give a single lick at your labia. You let out a moan, still trying to keep quiet, but now it’s getting harder. “She’s indeed delicious, Colonel.” he said to Konig in a satisfied tone, “Don’t worry love, we’re gonna make you feel so good” he added. Konig started to remove the flowers that covered your nipples, you could sense the chilly air gently brushing against them.

Konig and Ghost scooch over from their seats, and now their faces facing your breasts. “Open your legs real wide for us, sweetheart. Please, allow us to return the favor for your hospitality this evening.” Konig hums in your ear. Both of them slowly opens your legs, revealing your now dripping cunt that’s been covered with your own liquid and the sake from earlier.

“Shall we enjoy the dessert for the night, Colonel?” “After you, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, both of them start latching to your nipples, as Konig’s hand starts rubbing your damp cunt with his calloused hand. You let out a loud gasp as you jerk your head back from the sudden sensation. One of Ghost’s hands pinning you down, ensuring you stay still in your place. You tried to wiggle your body, but his hand was so strong, keeping you in your position.

“Be quiet, love. We don't want anyone outside to know we're doing this, do we?” Ghost purred in your ear in between sucking your breast. You could only nod at his words, feeling absolutely lost in the pleasure they’re giving to you. Konig starts to insert two of his fingers inside you and start thrusting them. You bit your lips so hard they’re probably bleeding at this point but you didn’t even pay attention to it as you lost to the overstimulation and pleasure.

“So fucking wet for us” Konig whispered while his mouth is still latching to your breast, now he’s using his thumb to play with your clit and adding another finger inside you. You've already surrendered to them, letting them do whatever they want to you at this point. You could feel your holes stretched thin with his fingers as if he shoved his entire fist inside you because of how thick his fingers are.

Your body shudders as they keep sucking your breasts without mercy and Konig finger-fucking you relentlessly. You’re trying so fucking hard to stay quiet, only letting out soft moans and pants, making everything even more painful than it already is.

“I could feel you’re clenching around my fingers, schatz. Come on, I know you’re so close. I know you can do it.” Konig whispers seductively in your ear. You could feel your brain becoming mush. Your body feels like it's about to explode as you start mumbling nonsense words. You didn't care at this point if anyone outside could hear it, you just want to cum so fucking bad.

It only took a few more thrusts of Konig’s fingers before you cum, your body shakes violently and your vision turns static from the orgasm he gave you. He still thrusting them over and over, milking your orgasm dry. You squirted all over the table, basically drenching the entire surface with your cum.

“Ah, there you go… I know you can do it. Was für ein gutes Mädchen” Konig finally gave one last thrust and pulls out his fingers from your cunt. Both of them give your nipples on last lick after finally letting them go. Your body seems like it can't stop trembling. “So good, so fucking good...” you mumbled softly, your voice is still shaking.

“I guess we have to clean up this mess. We can’t let your supervisor know you’re doing this with customers.” Ghost chuckled as he took a couple of napkins to clean up the mess you made on the table. It takes you around five minutes before you're able to regain your composure.

Both of them stand up from their tatami. Konig pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, takes out some money, and slips it into your hands, giving you a very generous tip.

“Compliment to the chef, the food was delicious.” Ghost said as he opened the door, and both he and Konig went out from the dining room, leaving you alone.

After a few more minutes, finally manage to sit and starts counting the tip that Konig gave you, which basically covers two months’ worth of rent. You can only laugh to yourself, still confused by everything that happened earlier, but you are very satisfied at the same time.

Maybe this is the best job that you could ever have, after all.

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dropped-their-sniper · 1 year

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just a silly lil man!! doing silly lil military things!! just a tiny guy!!

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty könig #cod könig #cod konig #konig #könig #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty: modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #cod modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod #könig x reader #i'm one exfil away from getting that sexy sexy biohazard skin for the Tiny Guy!!

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I saw this artwork and immediately thought of your knight! ghost and princess work!

it’s “the meeting on the turret stairs” by frederic william burton which was inspired by the danish story of princess who falls in love with her personal body guard.

Ugh I think of this painting so often I think it's tattooed onto my brain. The way she can't look at him, can't do more than let him hold onto her arm. Her hand doesn't even grasp at him but you can see her desperation. The flower discarded on the stair, perhaps indicative of another lost flower. The absolute devotion on the knight's face. The yearning. God. More stairwell stuff with knight!Ghost and his princess.

You don't know quite where you're going, you only know you had to get out of there. Had to get away from that horrible dinner, that horrible man who looked at you with cold callous indifference. Away from the half-baked praises your mother was singing, trying to court a man who had less interest in you than he would a flea. Everything is going terribly wrong and you have nothing to fall back on but empty, broken, promises.

You run up the turret stairs, determined to find a space for yourself away from all of this. Anywhere you think would be the last place for your maids to look. Besides, the knights stationed up there won't say anything if you cry. Their gossip hardly ever reaches the maids.

You press close to the wall to make way for the knight coming down, but he's quick to grab you instead. Gentle hands hold you steady as he moves a few steps lower to let you meet his warm gaze, one you recognize even(perhaps especially) through the watery tears gathering on your lashes. Your Ghost.

"My lady," His hand reaches to cup your cheek, thumb brushing away the stray tear that escapes you, "I can't leave you alone for a second."

You hardly give your positions a seconds thought before you collapse onto him. He's strong enough to take it, hardly wavering as you cling to him. His arms circle your waist, tight to hold you close as you press your face to his armored shoulder. You feel his nose against your neck, his breath as tense as his body. This is improper, but you don't care. You hate seeing him without your colors, you hate it.

Ghost sighs and loosens his grip on you, letting you go. You wrap your arms tighter around him, as if that could stop it. He tuts, as if it's such an imposition, and reaches for your arms to pry you off of him.

When you're set right on the stair again he keeps hold of your hands, a warning not to try grabbing him again. Still, his thumbs stroke the backs of your hands, warm leather soothing against your skin. You love him all the worse for pushing you away, for doing his duty.

"Let's get you back where you're supposed to be," He tells you. You swallow and nod, unable to look at him past that. Back into the maws of wolves, you think. Ghost walks you back to the dining room, offers you a handkerchief to dry your tears. His duty ends there, but he enters with you.

When the table stands to welcome you, you hear the creak of his glove as he clenches his fist. You feel the guard he raises for you like the warmth of a fire, safe from the dangers of the night. Your eyes are trained on the foreign king on one end of the table, the way he stares down his nose at you, the darkness of his eyes behind his mask. You've never seen a blue look so hostile, so black with malice. As if he isn't waiting just for you to leave again, but for you to die.

"Sir Riley," Your father's tone is light, but unquestionably harsh, "You are off the princess's service, are you not?"

"My duty is to the royal family, which my lady is apart of. I'm doing my job and escorting her," Ghost challenges. Your father grits his teeth, determined not to make a scene for a potential ally. You've never known your knight to call the king like this. It's a dangerous game, one with consequences you don't want Ghost playing against.

"Ghost," You turn away from the hateful gaze of the German king to speak to your knight. He drops his eyes from the king to yours, soft and coppery, and affectionate.

"Princess," He hardly hides his preference for your authority. You're sure your father is seething.

"I'm alright," You tell him softly, "you're dismissed."

He stalls a moment, eyes searching yours. You know he'd jump if you only asked, you never saw a problem in that until now. Some things you need to be able to handle on your own. Things like diplomatic incidents. He nods, bows shortly, and leaves. Your eyes follow him as he goes, your heart leaving with him. You turn back to your audience.

"My apologies," You address both kings, "my emotions got the better of me, it won't happen again."

"I should hope not," Your father tells you. König tips his head, studying you.

"Pathetic," The voice barely fits the man, but you hadn't heard him speak all evening. König rolls his shoulders back and gestures for your maid and your new knight. "I was getting tired of this dance anyway," when he turns his eyes back to you they hold the trace of a smile, though you hesitate to call it that, "Princess, I think a walk would do us both some good."

"Of course," You try to smile, though all you can feel is a deep unease. Perhaps you should have kept Ghost by your side, politics be damned.

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I have a question if Ghost would get more cocky since your also a cat or a cat deviant than what would happen if Horangi figured it out ? Would he get more cocky or just more touchy and more affectionate like he found out cause you the reader were sleeping like a cat in the sun in a private spot or maybe he sees the ears or tail you were hiding? Maybe your also a tiger what would he think about the reader also being a tiger ?

Tiger Horangi With a Cat Variant Reader

Artist @ Mr_not_null (twt.com)

The thing with Ghost and Horangi both having a cat deviant partner is that they now know you can handle their natural strength, along the fact you already understand specific social cues that was seen strange or weird to others. But Horangi finding out just ups this factor a shit ton!! He becomes an even more cheeky shit. He likes tugging on your ears with his teeth, giving them the occasional nibble just hear you yowl, and then give it little kitty licks to make it up to you.

He does the same thing with your tail and he’s so lucky he’s cute that you might let him get away with it. He’s just such a playful silly guy, commonnn you wouldn’t punch a playful silly guy now would you.

I’d also say Horangi likes grooming you, makes him feel domestic and cute. He’ll hold you in his arms with your back hitting his chest as he goes to town on your ears. He enjoys if you do it back to him but he likes having you like putty in his arms.

Cuddle sessions between the two of you is a mangled mess. His leg is over yours, your arms are tangled together, and he’s got his tail curled into yours. Anyone entering the room could hear just how loud the both of you are purring against each other in your own comfort.

Just relaxing the two of you like to go out and sun bathe, it’s exactly the same as my other headcanon except now you’re also just as willing to lay in the sun with him. But because it gets hot, instead of cuddling he just lays himself on top of you.

Horangi adores when he catches you giving him that closed eye squint. Knowing what it means it pulls at his heart strings and makes him want to gush all over you but he keeps a serious energy. Going back to the cuddling thing he’ll do it back to you and you guys are just rubbing cheeks against each other while purring AND DAMM ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER !!!

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*Runs up to you*

I heard you wanted fluff requests?

Can I ask for König and 141! reader falling in love?

Falling in Love with König

I turned these into headcanons I hope that's alright

Pairing: König x GN!Reader Word Count: 1182 Masterlist

The first time you had seen the mountain of a man was on a joint operation. You'd been sent out with a couple other members of the 141 to meet up with a another group- the Kortac

He caught your eye. I mean, it's kind of hard to miss him. He had a few inches on the next tallest person there and the mask he wore made him stick out to you

He was quiet spoken, you assumed he had anxiety or was just a bit shy. König lingered away from the big group of people gathered, didn't go out of his way to talk to someone but was kind if someone spoke to him

Speaking of, you were probably the one to initiate anything between the two of you

It started with exchanging your names and a couple hobbies you both enjoyed doing

After a few more operations with König, you found the courage to ask for his phone number so the two of you could stay in contact outside of missions. He was more than happy to give it to you, his eyes crinkling up in a smile as you traded numbers

Your friendship with him was quick to blossom and he became more comfortable talking with you

If you both had overlapping time off, you'd go see each other, hang out for a day or two, and then head your separate ways to see family or friends

Over the years, your friendship started turning into something else

It had started off small, this little crush you developed on the Austrian. You tried to ignore it, nervous it would end up affecting your relationship with König

And it was around that time that you started to notice small details

The way König's eyes crinkled when he smiled and laughed. His laugh would rattle in your head and the sound always brought a heat to your cheeks

His little mannerisms when he was getting overwhelmed in public. A hand would brush against your arm and he'd give you a look that told you all you needed to know. His legs liked to bounce when you went out to eat with him, his knee hitting the bottom of the table with every bounce up

König's voice was like honey and you've caught yourself multiple times staring at him when he spoke

He was there when you needed him and you were there when he needed you. He confided in you after rough missions. If you got injured on a mission, he'd ask for you to keep him updated on how you were healing

His touches would linger a little longer when he stepped around you, parting hugs would last a beat longer than normal. His hands were rough, yet his touches remained soft

You told yourself it was all coincidence. There's no way he would feel the same way.. right?

It all came to a boiling point when you and König decided to take a week long vacation together. You'd been friends for just over 6 years at this point and had been talking about taking one for the last year or two. You just had to wait to get the time off

König was the one who got the motel you'd be sharing

You don't know if some higher power above enjoyed seeing you suffer or if you were just that unlucky. Your stomach dropped when you opened the door. One bed

You heard König stumble over apologies behind you as you stepped into the room. You could feel your heart thrum in your chest, could feel it pulse through your head

You told him it was fine, you'd sleep on the floor, he could have the bed

He insisted the opposite. Insisted you take the bed to make up for the mistake he'd made

König ended up in the bed that night. You tossed and turned on the floor, trying to find a comfortable position to lay down in

Your near constant movement seemed to wake König back up, his voice invading your head and making you jump a little

"Would you rather have the bed?"

You rolled over to look at him, your eyes long adjusted to the dark, already finding him watching you with his tired eyes. You shook your head, running a hand over your face. "I'm fine, König, don't worry."

"No you're not. We can share the bed."

Your heart skipped a beat and you let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure?"

König hummed out a yes and you heard the bed sheets rustle as he moved to make space for you. You pushed yourself up off the floor and climbed into bed alongside the man

You tried to keep as much space between yourself and König as you pulled the covers up and over you. The space didn't last long

König turned into you in his sleep. His arm draped over your waist and his front pressed against your back

You had tensed and your heart rate picked up again. König's face nuzzled into the back of your head, quiet, relaxed breaths coming from the Austrian

The sound of his breathing and the slow beat of his heart against your back eventually lulled you to sleep

You woke before König the next morning, still wrapped up in his arms

It wasn't long after that König woke up. In his haze, he pulled you closer to him to keep the warmth you provided closer to him. It pulled a shaky breath from you and it was then that König seemed to realize what he was doing

He apologized, moving to remove himself from you before freezing when your hand on his arm stopped him

That early morning, with the golden morning sun peeking through the window of the motel, you confessed to him. Your voice was shaky with nerves, fingers mindlessly tracing shapes into the skin of König's arm

He stayed quiet throughout your confession but you felt his body relax behind you as you spoke

Once you finished speaking, he turned your head to plant a kiss on your cheek. It brought a new heat to your cheeks and you choked on your breath as you smiled. The relief that flowed through you was indescribable

Then, König started talking, Admitted he'd been pushing his own feelings down in fear in would put a strain on your friendship

He told you he dreamed about the day he would wake up in bed with you, holding you in his arms, spend the morning with you. Told you how much he loved listening to you talk, how much he loved spending time with you

Your doubts that König wouldn't feel the same way diminished as he spoke, as he ran his fingers over the skin on your tummy

He ended his own confession with a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You held his head in place and placed a proper kiss to König's lips. You felt him smile against your lips and he hugged you tighter, whispering an 'I love you' that you gladly returned

#könig fluff #könig x gn!reader #könig x reader #x reader #x gn!reader #fluff #falling in love #headcanons #classic one bed trope #könig cod #könig call of duty #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod modern warefare 2 #cod #cod x gn!reader #cod mw2 x gn!reader

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callofloony · 24 days

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Shortie. (König)

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Tags: fluff, no smut, drabble, no use of y/n or you pronouns but can be read as self-insert, they/them used for königs partner

A/N: (The author of this post is a minor and does not write smut, 18+/nsfw accounts dni.) Not a fic nor a oneshot, just some könig thoughts,,, i rarely write for him unless i get a request so this one’s special (kinda)!! Happy readings <3

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So here’s what I’m thinking.

If König had a shorter partner, you know damn well he’d be teasing the fuck out of them, right? He’d put his lover in air jail for minor discrepancies just because he thinks watching them complain is hilarious. He’d throw them over his shoulder when they’re working to show off his height and strength (and to drag them to bed). He’d take objects on high shelves and pretend to help by grabbing them before putting them higher up. The whole shabang.

Now if König had a taller partner (what is this bitch eating), all of that is completely out the window. Especially if his partner is taller, and stronger than him.

Because of his height, he never gets to experience all that cutsie couple shit that I just listed before. He’s always the one grabbing things from high shelves, he’s the one throwing people over his shoulder than the one being thrown, and he’s always just been the tall one all his life.

While I doubt he minds it, he would definitely wonder what it would be like for his roles to be reversed for once.

Now he has that chance.

Considering his partners hight, I imagine they’d find/build a place that’s fully accommodated to them. They can fit through doors and don’t have to crouch in the shower, their head isn’t centimeters away from dragging across the ceiling, they have a huge room and a huge bed.

And suddenly, everything in his partner’s space is huge to him.

He can barely reach the ceiling even when his arm is fully extended, he’s starting to struggle with grabbing things from the top shelf, and he looks like a child when laying in the middle of his lover’s bed.

He feels small.

And he loves it.

He now gets to request things from the top shelf, he gets dragged into bed by his partner, he gets damn near crushed by their weight while cuddling.

And he loves every second of it.

He’s so used to being big and taking up too much space all the time, which definitely doesn’t help with his anxiety at all. Now he’s in a space where the damn couch takes up more room than he does.

He likes being the tall partner, but he also loves being the short one for a change.

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A/N: Bwaagg!! I haven’t written for myself in a while, it’s kinda freeing honestly 🙏 thanks for reading!

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softestqueeen · 5 months

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✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥

simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻

Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸

zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

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kneelingshadowsalome · 6 months

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2 König's and 1 reader is an insane combo. especially when one is younger n the other is older. I'm so happy you wrote younger König as this absolute beast. he's actually crazy and twisted and needs intense therapy but I'm so glad you made him that way cuz you get to see how older König grew to be. he obviously worked hard in life and on himself to be where he's at.

- 💙🐨

I'm so glad you enjoy it because seriously... this AU is playing in my head as an eternal sitcom!

I'd imagine reader gives young König some ultimatums one day, even if she loves it that he's such an unhinged humping beast. This man needs therapy. No pussy for him if he doesn't work on himself a bit! (Cue to older colonel calmly nodding in the background)

Lots of complaining and whining about to ensue when young recruit gets himself a therapist, an older male that reminds him of the stupid, calm, confident Colonel. But little by little, this crazy wacko dude gets some of his shit together...

He starts to bring her flowers sometimes. Treats her more gently and fools around only now and then when he has to let out some steam or if he's too excited to get between her legs. He even talks about his feelings. "I think I'm in love with you," muttered under his breath after an intense love making session. Yes. Love making.

Reader already knows he's been in love for months but hasn't been able to accept that fact, because young König thinks being in love immediately turns him into a weak, sniveling sub.

"Oh König..." she pets his hair and listens to the deep sigh that arises from his chest. Poor thing is only beginning to understand what life is all about. But better late than never, right? ❤️

#double trouble au #2 Königs one reader #answered

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enbyonmandalore · 11 months

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Test The Limits

Ghost & König x OC Heaven St. John

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: this is a long one (that's what she said, ha!)

Warnings: begging, *light* bondage/restraining, brat taming, choking, degradation/name calling (ex. "good boy"), dom/sub behavior, edging, gagging, humiliation, masks stay ON, masturbation, oral (M recieving), tiny bit of overstimulation, penetrative sex, potential hate-fucking, size difference, some brief violence typical for the CoD franchise, threesome, unprotected sex, characters act absolutely fucking feral, OC's genitalia is not described

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of 141's new airstrike operator's attitude and decides to fuck it out of them; him and König end up taking turns.

A/N: You can find the reader insert version of this fic by searching "test the limits" on my blog! Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", Heaven shouted in frustration as their face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned them down with his entire body weight, twisting their dominant left hand onto their back, their right hand squashed underneath their own body. They'd fucked up. Again.

"Stop being so easy to pin.", Ghost said harshly. "If I were the enemy you'd be dead by now."

"Lasted longer than last time, though", they reminded him nonchalantly and coughed as he took some of his weight off of their back, letting them catch a proper breath.

"Still not good enough", he retaliated, adding something under his breath. "Fuckin' brat..."

"What did you just call me?", Heaven snapped and turned around as much as they could. The Lieutenant didn't move. With some more struggling they managed to free themselves from under him, staring daggers at him. Propping themselves up on an elbow, Heaven opened their mouth to complain, but the Lt. raised a finger in their direction as a warning.

"Behave."

"Oh for god's sake, Lt., I'm just as much a member of this damn task force as you are. Price called me in for a reason and you know it. You-"

Ghost didn't let Heaven finish their sentence. Instead he grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them towards him, scraping their elbows against the floor of the sparring ring. Now he towered over them, his arms caging them in on either side, a knee between their legs, restricting any further movement.

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", Heaven said slowly and clearly, their tone stone cold.

But Ghost didn't budge. His icy blue eyes still fixated on them, as if expecting an ambush. That's when they felt it. They felt him press up against them and with mere inches between their bodies, there was less than a little room for speculations. The air seemed to thicken with tension over the next few seconds as Heaven just stared in disbelief. Finally, as he hit a sensitive spot, they flinched.

"Stop that!", they hissed.

"You wanna tap out, Luv? Scared you're gonna lose?", Ghost replied, ignoring them and continuing to grind against their crotch.

"Ngh- No! Just stop moving like that!"

"Like what?", he paused and Heaven thought they saw him raise an eyebrow, "This?"

"F-fuck...!", they gasped as he full on rutted his hips against theirs. Heaven tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

"This... This is hardly a fair fight, Lt. Let go!"

"Never said it was gonna be fair.", the Lieutenant clarified. "Besides, if you would just ask nicely I might let go, eh? You bloody brat."

Humiliating them even further, Ghost flipped them onto their stomach again with ease. "You're making this too easy." Between strained breaths and frustrated struggling, they managed to growl: "At least take the damn knife off my back."

Ghost's dry chuckle made their entire body stiffen at once. "That ain't no combat knife you're feeling there, Luv..."

Oh.

Once it finally clicked in their head, his entire behavior made sense. Jesus H. Christ, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, operator, get up", Ghost taunted, pulling Heaven to their feet, "See what you've been rubbing up against all fucking night."

Heaven St. John bared their teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick they felt their bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

"Quite the opposite.", the Lieutenant replied and took a step forward. Heaven refused to back down. Ghost's gaze locked onto theirs, analyzing them. He reached behind himself and revealed a ziptie, pulling it tight around their wrists within a split second, pushing them against the wall behind them. Heaven was speechless.

"W-what the fuck, Lt.?", they finally managed to sputter.

There was nothing they could do - exhausted from sparring, backed against a wall and their hands were quite literally tied. To say they were in a jam would be a tremendous understatement. A hand traveled to their throat, applying pressure and enforcing eye contact.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to act like a sour fucking tart, hm? What is your problem?" Ghost looked them up and down. "Look where that's gotten you."

"Could ask you the same bloody question!", they spat, seeking any sort of leverage on Ghost's wrist to prevent him from potentially choking them out. He just stared, condescendingly. "Eversince I got here, you've been looking at me like you're a starving dog and I'm some sort of fucking treat."

Ghost's eyes narrowed dangerously, maybe there was a sadistic smile under that mask, but they'd never know for sure. When he spoke, his voice was low and gravelly.

"Consider this punishment... or consider this me spoiling your bratty behavior. You can still tap you, Love, but once we get started, there's no turning back."

"Oh so you think it's that easy to get in my pants, then?", Heaven chuckled dryly, thankful for the dim light concealing the fact that they might be blushing. "Do your fucking worst, then."

"Very well."

Ghost didn't wait a second longer, he grabbed them by the neck and spun them around, slamming their chest into the wall. His hands slid down their sides, all the way to their belt. Heaven didn't need to look - the sound of the quick-release clasp coming undone was enough to prepare them for what would come next. Once again they were thankful he didn't see their face or the excited grin plastered across it. Ghost pulled down Heaven's uniform pants and undershorts in once go, helping them lift their feet to fully get rid of the pants.

"Well, well...", he muttered, his gloved hands back on their body, thumbs caressing the dips in their hips. "Bloody amazing figure you got, soldier."

They could almost feel his breath on their skin, that's how close he'd gotten. Their skin tingled where he touched it. When the Lt. pressed himself against their ass, they could barely contain an excited whimper. He turned them back around to face him, shoving a knee between their thighs and pinning them to the wall on their tiptoes, hands above their head. Fuck, that felt amazing. Never in a million years had they ever imagined to enjoy being overpowered by a man like this...to be turned on by it.

It caught them off guard when he suddenly dropped them, taking two steps back. Their ass hit the cold concrete floor, the bindings snapping as they scrambled to cover themselves. Reality check. Heaven could feel a new pair of eyes lingering on their skin and turned their head in that direction so fast it almost made them dizzy. A shadowy figure loomed in the doorway.

"König", Ghost's voice broke the silence, "What a bloody fuckin' surprise."

He closed the distance between himself and the other soldier in only a few steps, grabbing a fistful of König's shirt and yanking him all the way into the room. Heaven heard König stutter something unintelligible, Ghost not even bothering to respond to him.

"Just in time.", Ghost announced to neither of them in particular. "I was about to teach our new teammate a lesson and now you both and learn one at the same time."

He let go of König, glaring at Heaven still cowering on the floor. König instinctively raised his hands, attempting to appear non-threatening as he towered over both of them.

Heaven slowly regained their composure, still acutely aware that their lower half was exposed. What they also noticed, was that König had closed his eyes underneath the sniper hood - the eyeholes were completely black now, as if he wasn't even there. They shifted around untilthey were at least in a less awkward position. This did not go unnoticed by the Lieutenant.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Sir", König spoke, "I only heard commotion..."

When Ghost did not answer, he continued rambling, obviously flustered. "I- I can walk back out and this never happened, okay? I didn't even see anything-"

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So to help you get t together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

They exchanged a nervous glance with König.

"Hey", Ghost barked in Heaven's direction. "Eyes on me. Don't look at him, he's not gonna help you."

As soon as their gaze had focused back on Ghost, the Lieutenant continued his angry speech: "You aren't very quiet going about your business, König, and you", he glared at Heaven, "Satan, you talk in your sleep."

In that moment the realization that Ghost had heard something definitely not meant for his ears hit both them and König. Satan hadn't known they talked in their sleep, much less that Ghost had apparently been within earshot while they slept. And if they weren't mistaken, they could see the awkward shift in König's posture as well. What on earth had Ghost heard him say - or do?

Ghost's hand shot forward and grabbed Satan by the collar, pulling them into a kneeling position, their hands on his wrist to steady themselves. Then Ghost nodded towards a chair against the back wall of the room.

"Operator, sit down. And don't move."

Wordlessly, König followed the Lt.'s order. As soon as he had sat down, Ghost returned his attention to Satan. They felt his cold stare basically penetrate their skin and set it on fire...

"You. Up.", he ordered and they complied. Ghost then moved the both of them closer to König, right in the middle of his field of vision. Satan's heart was racing by now. What was he doing?

"On your knees, soldier."

They watched as Ghost positioned himself in front of them, their back facing König. He stepped closer and they now made direct eye contact with the considerable bulge in the Lieutenant's pants. Instinctively they gulped. Shit, was he really about to make König watch as they gave him head?

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

It could have been their imagination, but they swore they heard the faintest sigh of relief as Ghost undid his belt, unzipped the fly and pulled out his fully erect cock. The size of which both startled and excited them. With one hand he lifted Satan's chin while the other, slowly and almost carefully snaked around to the back of their head.

"Now, Love, you are gonna suck my cock and do it well, understood?"

Satan answered immediately, a grin tugging at their lips. "Don't be shy, I can take it, Lt."

Next thing they knew, Ghost forced open their mouth with his thumb and shoved his cock inside. Satan fought their gag reflex, his cock was really testing the limits of what they found themselves capable of. They carefully started bobbing their head, hands gripping Ghost's thighs for support, working their tongue around the fat tip, sucking on it before taking more of his cock down their throat. They'd never believe it if they weren't hearing it themselves, but Ghost -stone cold as he usually was- was a horny rambler.

"That's it...", he pulled his cock out of their mouth, allowing them to catch a breath; maintaining eye contact the entire time. "Oh, fuck- You see that? That perfect ring of spit on my cock..."

They swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively they licked their bottom lip and glanced up at him.

"You can do it, yeah, open wide", he said, his voice low and breath ragged, before guiding their head back down his cock. Satan could taste the precum now and each time he hit the back of their throat they felt the knot in their own stomach tighten.

"Ah God, f-fuck!", Ghost moaned and gripped their head with both hands, holding it in place. He momentarily tore his gaze away from Satan to look at König. "Enjoying the show?"

"Gott, Scheiße...", König panted and bucked his hips in a futile attempt to feel something, anything. Oh, he needed to be touched. He wanted to fuck both Satan and Ghost and it was pure torture to sit there, hands behind his back and not allowed to move as they took Ghost's dick so eagerly. God he wished that were him. He felt his own hard-on throb with every sound their mouth made and with every word of praise from Ghost. His eyes rolled back in his head as he imagined what it would feel like to pin the Lieutenant against a wall and kiss him, right before fucking him so hard the wall might crack. What it would feel like to have Satan on top of him, a spiteful smirk on their face as they ruthlessly rode him like there was no tomorrow, his fingers digging into the flesh of their hips...

"Bloody hell, love, you're taking me so well", Ghost sputtered as he thrust himself into their mouth. "Come on... promise I'll make this worth your while."

Satan held onto his thighs for dear life as tears and spit ran down their face, accompanied by messy, lewd gagging sounds.

"That's it, that's it- Ohh FUCK"

His breath caught in his lungs as his cock pulsed, emptying his load down their throat. Fighting the urge to gag, they swallowed, gripping Ghost's leg so hard it might bruise. With an exhausted, guttural moan Ghost finally let go and Satan fell backwards, gasping for air.

Ghost recovered from his high quickly, barely giving them the chance to wipe the drool off their face before dragging them to a large storage crate. He turned them around, his chest pressed against their back, and sat down, effectively pulling them onto him as he lay down on the crate. Satan watched as he removed his gloves. Their entire body was tingling with arousal by now and being thrown around like a rag-doll wasn't helping. They felt the blood rush between their legs and they were certain Ghost knew. He nudged their legs further apart with his own.

"You really can take me, love.", Ghost growled into their ear, grabbing their jaw from behind and turning their head towards König. "Now how 'bout him?"

"Haah- please-", Satan whimpered and squirmed in his iron grip. They were becoming more desperate by the second, they needed to be touched - or even better: railed into oblivion.

Ghost's icy eyes fixated on König and the other soldier froze in his chair.

"Your turn, operator", the Lieutenant said with a nod.

König stood up slowly, having to concentrate on every move as he approached Ghost and Satan. God, it was such a pretty sight to see them so sprawled out and desperate...so pretty.

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

"Y-Yessir!", König replied and quickly undid his pants with trembling hands.

Satan gasped upon seeing König's size. He was probably larger than the Lt. in every goddamn aspect. Would that thing even fit? There was a height difference of half a meter between them and König after all. Standing between their open legs, he almost hesitantly lay a bare hand on their thigh and lightly pressed his fingertips into their skin and Satan whimpered once again. Ghost still held their jaw tightly, watching König like a hawk.

As if to reassure himself that this was what they wanted, König sought eye contact. He stroked himself a couple of times first, before lining his hard cock up with their entrance. Satan gave him a meek nod and practically started begging as his tip nudged against their hole.

"Fucking hell, please! Please just fuck me, König, please please please!"

König felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sound of their voice - like music to his ears. "Don't...", he whispered, barely audible, "Don't stop begging."

"Please~ Please fuck me already, big boy", they pleaded and that did it for him. Without further hesitation he pushed his cock inside them and barely managed to contain the animalistic, desperate moan building in his throat as he bottomed out. Satan wanted to throw their head back, but Ghost's shoulder was in the way, so they turned their face to the side, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. A cold shiver ran down their spine as Ghost whispered praise into their ear again. "Come on... Good boy. Take all of him."

And as König set a pace to his thrusts, small whines and moans spilled from their lips.

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

König was enormous. He spread them open like nothing ever had before. No doubt they'd feel him for days. They could feel König's dick in their guts, it was relentless, stretching them open and filling them so completely they couldn't think around it, couldn't do anything but cling to Ghost's hand and whine.

"Ah, sh-shit! More, please...", König demanded, underlining each word with a thrust so hard Satan almost cried out in pain.

"Yessir!", they groaned, slurring all the other words, "Ah- Yes, fuck me hard, I need this! Oh fuck-"

"Oh yeah, you like this, huh?", König answered their desperate cries. Ghost joined in on the taunting. "You like getting fucked by two big men, 's that it? That's why you've been acting like a fucking brat? Answer me!"

"Ahng- Yes!"

"You little tease...", König panted, his eyes cast downward, watching himself disappear inside Satan over and over and over.

Fucking hell... Ghost couldn't take his eyes off of the scene. König brutally slamming into Satan, their half-naked body on top of him. Grinding against him with each and every one of König's thrusts. And the sounds - God! Heaven's choked, breathy moans and cries and König's deep, desperate sighs caused Ghost's heart to race. He could feel his cock beginning to harden again. His eyes rolled back in his head as he let it happen. He felt Satan's hot breath on his hand and tightened his grip on their lower jaw, bringing his other hand up to their lips and pushing past them. He was relieved they understood the objective, as they swirled their tongue around his fingers, coating them in saliva just like they'd done with his cock moments before.

Satan arched their back as König repeatedly hit their sweet spot. They cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as they careened towards their high.

Under them, Ghost tensed up as their ass pressed against his cock. He felt like he was about to go insane from the stimulation so shortly after his last orgasm. König gripped their hips, holding on for dear life as he chased his own high. He'd given up on trying to suppress his moans, letting them hear every sweet sound spilling from his lips.

"I'm close, so close", König stammered through gritted teeth, "Can't- Can't hold it much longer, ngh!"

Satan was quick to answer, speech slurred and a fucked-out expression on their face. " 'S okay! Ah- Cum with me!"

A choked moan ripped from their throat as he thrust all of himself into them. His voice gave out and his head fell backwards. Heaven saw stars as they came undone on his cock, clenching around him. They felt him pulse, shooting his load and coating their insides with his cum.

For a moment everyone was quiet, their ragged, out-of-sync breaths the only thing disturbing the silence.

Heaven gasped in surprise when they suddenly had Ghost's hands on their waist, pushing them down onto both his and König's dick, drawing a startled mewl from the other man. Ghost felt himself spill his seed between their sweat-soaked bodies, a deep moan rattling in his chest.

It took a moment for Ghost to come to his senses again. When he did, König had already taken a few steps back and zipped up his pants. He lifted Heaven off of him and searched his pockets for a rag or tissue to clean them both up.

"That's all it took you to behave. A nice, fat cock.", he chuckled to himself.

"I think we made quite a lot of noise. We should leave before someone else comes investigating strange noises on base.", König suggested and glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the door. "If... If you want to go again, you know where to find me."

"Yeah", Satan agreed with a tired smile. "Better make ourselves scarce."

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