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intoxicated | könig

summary: you get along with everyone on your team, except for könig. you think he hates you, but his perceived distaste for you only makes you want him more. you're able to keep your composure until you're partnered up for a mission, where everything seems to go wrong...

tags: könig x fem!reader smut. cod. pure filthy, shameless smut. sex pollen. proofread. MDNI. 5,000+ words

cw: dubcon (due to sex pollen but there's clear consent before and after). unprotected sex (reader IS on birth control, wrap it before you tap it), p in v, oral m!receiving, fingering, accidental drug use (sex pollen), dom!könig and sub!reader, light humiliation kink, heavy praise, size kink if you squint, overstimulation, mutual pining, violence, killing.

MDNI. NSFW BELOW THE CUT

You crept around the corner of the warehouse with your rifle, watching König’s six as you progressed. The other KorTac members were stationed on site as well, giving quick updates through comms as you progressed. Details were scarce, except that in the warehouse, a Russian terrorist group was producing a bioweapon capable of mass destruction—and anyone inside was KOS.

Of course, the bioweapon in question was…dubious, to say the least. A strong aphrodisiac, the contractor had explained, much to the astonishment of your team. During the briefing, you’d managed to keep a straight face, but not all of your teammates were as courteous.

“So let me get this straight—you want us to risk our lives for…Viagra?” Horangi had questioned, exasperated. Your lips pursed at his crudeness, but it was exactly what you were thinking too.

The scientist’s face flushed. “N-no, this is much different,” he snapped. As one of the architects of the bioweapon, he was clearly offended. “It is much, much stronger. Exposure to just one dose will cause severe arousal: heart palpitations, excessive sweating, overheating. Imagine…” He seemed to be struggling to find the words. “Imagine a brain overload, yes? Rational thinking…disappears. Victims may lose all motor control. Too long without treatment can result in heart failure, aneurysms, seizures, stroke, and sometimes death.”

“So what is the treatment?” you interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Sex,” the scientist answered, shifting uncomfortably on his heels. “It was designed to be, ah… difficult.”

Your jaw clenched, and your eyes darted to König. He was staring down the scientist, narrowed eyes betraying no emotion. While everyone else struggled to keep their bafflement hidden, his sniper hood obscured any hope of reading him. Just my fucking luck, you thought when you were partnered with him.

It wasn’t that you disliked König; it was just that you found it so much more difficult to talk to him. With the rest of your teammates, you were fine. A natural people reader, you were comfortable with the rest of them, relying on body language and the details they let slip to learn more about them. In fact, you considered yourself to be pretty close with them—unsurprising, given that in your line of work, your life rested in their hands and vice versa. But König was… different. You didn��t distrust him, per say, but outside of the battlefield, he was quiet. Reclusive. No matter how many times you’d tried to get him to open up, he barely interacted with you, despite talking to the others. You’d chalked it down to being the newest on the team at first, but now that you’d served over a year and a half together, you were frustrated. Shouldn’t that be well enough time to open up at least a little bit?

You knew your thinking was illogical. Your job was to hunt targets and invade bases, not deep dive into your coworker’s soul, but you couldn’t help the way it took over your mind. Your need to understand him had become a bit of an obsession. You constantly found yourself looking at him, trying to discern any emotion his eyes betrayed. You listened intently for any of his input in person or on comms, no matter how menial it was. You studied his body language, taken note of any habits or gestures. You’d even memorized the way he reloaded his guns.

It was…embarrassing, to say the least. But could you blame yourself? He was so tall and strong and imposing that even just standing next to him made you, a normally very confident and intimidating woman, feel small. Such was the reason that you pushed yourself extra harder whenever you were paired up with him, making sure he knew you were valuable, a force to be reckoned with. Your excellent performance had made you two quite the duo, often clearing out legions of enemies in mere minutes. And you had to admit, seeing him absolutely obliterate enemy lines made you feel some type of way…

But not like that, of course. You were just…curious. When he finally opened up to you (and not if, but when), your obsession would stop, and everything would be fine. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Today, however, there were a lot less enemies than you’d expected. Sure, there were quite a few soldiers stationed around the warehouse (which your team had incapacitated quickly), but inside, save for some scientists and the occasional guard, it was eerily empty and quiet.

“It’s fucking cold,” Horangi’s voice rang out from your radio. You sighed and brought the device to your lips.

“It’s fucking Russia,” you stated. “What did you think it’d be? Beachy?”

König’s quiet chuckle sounded from in front of you, and you couldn’t help the pride that swarmed in your heart. Heat burst in your cheeks, but you tried to brush it off.

“Fuck off,” Horangi replied. “East side clear.”

“West unknown,” you said. “Standby.” You tucked the radio back into your pocket, following your teammate.

You both peeked around the corner to the last room. It was filled to the brim with lab equipment—beakers, bunsen burners, flasks, microscopes—all sitting atop of large resin tables. Bright, fluorescent lights bounced off the sterile grey walls and ceiling, creating a dull glare that was almost depressing. Neat racks of tightly sealed vials and test tubes peeked through glass cabinets on the walls, parallel to the large sinks below. Across the room was a row of unfamiliar-looking equipment, and next to that, an enormous whiteboard boasting messily scrawled notes, diagrams, and equations. A bag of what looked like takeout sat on a nearby desk next to a crumpled napkin and a perspiring styrofoam cup. It was almost exactly what you’d imagined a stereotypical laboratory to look like, albeit a bit messier and more lived in. A singular man stood working at one of the tables, frantically scribbling on a notepad with his back facing toward you. König motioned for you to stay put as he crept forward. You complied.

Then the man dropped his pen.

“Xyй,” he cursed and turned around to pick it up. Of course, when he turned around, he saw König’s gigantic form pointing a gun at him, and he screamed. You fired your suppressed pistol, but not before the scientist hurled a glass vial at König. It shattered against his tactical vest as the dead scientist crumpled to the ground, releasing a burst of lavender-colored smoke that curled into the air and quickly dissipated.

König ripped off his tactical vest, coughing violently, but it was too late—the substance had already entered his lungs, likely reaching his bloodstream by now. He stared at you, blue eyes wide with—for the first time you’d ever seen—fear.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, and he staggered to the wall, crashing down to the floor.

“König?” You stared at him, stricken. His eyes were closed, and he was stock still—stiller than you’d ever seen him—and for a long, hard moment, you thought he might be dead.

Then his eyes snapped open. His pupils were dilated and blown, a sea of black barely tinged by blue irises. He stared at you, unmoving, before letting out a groan and bringing his hand over his face.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered. You grabbed your radio. “M-man down!” you stammered into it. “König’s been exposed. West side clear. Requesting med evac in thirty minutes. Going dark.” You turned it off, not bothering to listen to any input. The rest of your team knew what this meant. As did you.

In the time you’d been on the radio, König had torn off all of his other gear, leaving himself in just his shirt, pants, and boots. He was panting, his chest heaving with each breath, ungloved hand still hiding his masked face as he cursed in German.

You crossed the room in seconds and kneeled at his side. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, König, just breathe—”

“No,” he breathed. His voice was deeper, raspier than normal, and the unbridled heat in it sent a shiver down your spine. His hands were clenched into fists, body tensed as he fought the invisible infection. “Go. Now.”

“You know I can’t leave—”

His hand fell to his side, letting his eyes meeting yours for a split second. “Please,” he groaned, starting to tremble as you drew closer. “I—I can’t—”

His gaze strayed lower, and you followed it to the growing bulge in his pants. You gulped, unmoving, and he grabbed your arm. The force of it was enough to make you still.

“Go,” he insisted, his accent even thicker than usual. “I’m not—I cannot control myself.”

“I’m not gonna leave you here!” you argued, swatting his hand away. “You’re my teammate. You could die.”

“I will hurt you,” he retorted. All the muscles in his body were tensed, clearly on overdrive. Even his eyes were watering. “Please, maus. I am not gentle.”

Something inside about his statement made your thighs clench together, but you tried to ignore it. Tentatively, you brought your hand to his chin, pulling his face towards you. His skin was feverish, and your heart twisted in sympathy. “Let me help you,” you pleaded, and he inhaled sharply.

“It feels like I’m burning,” he hissed, and you frowned. His black compression shirt was nearly soaked with sweat, and you grabbed the fabric, pulling it up. He pawed at your arm weakly, but you shushed him.

“You’re overheating. Take it off,” you ordered, and finally, he let you pull it over his head, sagging back against the wall as you threw it to the side.

You’d seen him without a shirt before—it was hard not to with this kind of job, what with donning injuries all the time—but this was different. His head was thrown back as he panted, toned chest heaving with each breath, and you could see all of the muscles in his chiseled abdomen clenched, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. It was… erotic. Just looking at him made you feel dirty. You felt the thrum of something other than worry in your abdomen, and you swallowed.

“Leave me,” König growled, but it sounded more desperate than commanding. You shook your head at him.

“Not letting you die, König.” You began to rip off your gear, tugging off your tactical vest and discarding your weapons.

König grabbed your wrist. “What are you…?”

“Wanna help you, okay?” you said softly, trying to catch his eyes as they darted over your face. “Are you gonna let me?”

He took in a deep breath, his other hand in a death grip on his thigh. “I-I don’t want to hurt you,” he repeated, but it was starting to lose its original harshness. He was fading, and fast.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. You placed your hand on his bare chest, feeling the way his heartbeat stuttered and stammered under your touch. He cursed in response, the hand on your wrist twitching, clearly fighting the urge to touch you. In a split-second decision, you swung your right leg over his lap and straddled him, careful not to grind against him, waiting for an answer first. He let out a choked noise and grabbed you by the hips, his tight grip making you gasp. “Yes or no?” you breathed.

“Ahhh, maus.” The low groan he let out was nearly animalistic. “Yes,” he begged, and that was all you needed to hear.

You started grinding on his lap gently, trying to restrain yourself from going further. You wanted to be mindful of his sensitivity, but König simply huffed in annoyance and used his tight grip on your hips to tug you all the way down into his lap—allowing you to feel everything. The imprint of his hard, throbbing cock made you dizzy; you couldn’t resist pressing against it, moaning softly at the delicious friction it granted your clit.

“Scheiße,” König murmured, his thighs twitching underneath you. You felt bad, knowing he was probably dying for some real contact, so you decided to give it to him.

Your heart raced as you reached for his waistband, unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants to his knees. His cock was straining against his briefs, a wet patch forming from precum, and you quickly removed those as well, watching his hardened cock spring up and then fall slightly, its weight making it unable to reach his stomach. Your mouth went dry. Fuck, he was huge. You supposed it made sense: as an exceptionally large man, it was logical to have a proportionally large cock, but the sight of it still shocked you.

“Maus,” he whispered, breaking you out of your trance. He stared at you apprehensively, and you wrapped your much smaller hands around his cock, hearing him suck in a breath. You took a moment to marvel at the sheer size of him—your normally average-sized fingers looked miniature in contrast, unable to even fully wrap around his length. You felt your own arousal seep into your underwear, and you leaned down to kiss his tip.

The moan he let out turned you on even more than before, and you wasted no time teasing him, spitting into your hand and pumping his cock a few times before bringing the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the slit before pushing him further down your throat. His cock was so large that you had to fight not to scrape your teeth against it, flattening your tongue under the base of it.

His hand fisted into your hair, pulling slightly every time you moved your lips up and down his shaft, twisting your hand in tandem. Your other hand gripped onto one of his thick thighs, feeling his leg twitch as he struggled not to buck his hips up into your mouth. Each strained noise and curse you coaxed from him only encouraged you more, your own whimpers muffled against his cock as you did your best to fit him down your throat.

After only a few minutes, you felt him twitching in your hand and sped up your pace, determined to pleasure him as much as possible. Curses fell from his lips as he finished, hot spurts of his release shooting down your throat. You swallowed it quickly, continuing to pump your hand up and down his still rock-hard shaft.

König, however, pulled you off quickly, eyes wide and dark with an almost fearful desperation as he stared at you. “The poison. It’s still…”

You looked back down to see his cock still twitching in your hand. “It’s okay,” you said, starting to lean back down, “I’ll just—”

“No!” He pulled you back up by the neck. You blinked at him in shock, and he stared back, pupils blown wide like black moons. There was a fiery hunger in his eyes as he looked at you, one you’d never seen before. The sheer want in his gaze sent a cold shiver down your spine. No one had ever looked at you like this before—like you were prey.

“König?” you asked nervously.

Instead of answering, he began to unbuckle your belt, and you gasped as his hand reached under your waistband to cup your clothed core, index finger tracing lightly over your clit. You fought back a mewl, chest seizing as you shut your eyes from the pleasure.

“So wet,” he marveled. He pushed your underwear to the side, smearing your arousal over your soaked folds as you whimpered, bucking your hips into his hand. “Just from sucking my cock?”

His switch in demeanor startled you, and you moaned as one of his large fingers pressed into your weeping hole, curling inside you with precision. His hands were so much bigger than yours; the stretch was making your knees weak. He quickly found your G-spot, taking care to press against it as you arched into him. “Oh, oh, fuck, König,” you whimpered, coaxing a dark chuckle from him that made you clench around him.

Your thighs clenched around his hand, but he pried them apart with ease, forcing you to straddle him and rendering you helpless to his ministrations as he slowly dragged another finger in and out of you. With each achingly slow push into your dripping hole, he made sure to curl them just right, long fingers able to reach that sensitive spongy spot inside you effortlessly. His palm laid flat against your clit as he stroked your walls, letting you sloppily grind into his hand as he murmured praise into your ear.

“Does that feel good, liebling?” he asked, drinking in each of your breathy, pleasured noises with satisfaction. “You like making a mess on my fingers, mm?”

You simply whimpered, too embarrassed of your flustered state to form a real response. He seemed to pick up the hint, giving you a cocky smirk through his mask. “Ohh, it’s okay, maus,” he cooed, but his soft words were laced with a smug condescension that made your cheeks burn. “You look so pretty like this, all dumb on my fingers. I wish I could’ve seen it earlier.”

You whined again, desperately grinding down on his palm for more friction. His slow pace was torturous, giving you just enough to feel pleasure but not enough to build it. It was mean. It was twisted. It was agonizing. You were eating it up.

“Please,” you tried, teary eyes boring into his. “Can you—can you please—”

“Can I what, maus?” He cocked his head, darkened eyes twinkling with mirth. “Tell me, or I can’t help you.”

You know what I want, you wanted to shout at him, but you knew that wouldn’t work. “Please,” you begged, “I need more."

“What more do you need, maus?” he asked again. “You have a mouth. Use it.”

“Need you to—” You whimpered pitifully, dropping your head into his shoulder. “Please, need you to go—go harder.” You nearly sobbed out the words, desperation winning out over your embarrassment. You were mortified at your teary, shaking voice, but he seemed to revel in it, squeezing your thigh in appreciation.

“Oh, is that what you wanted?” he teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “You could have just said so.”

He set a steady pace with his fingers, bullying them inside of you hard enough to make you squirm against him. With each thrust, he curled them just right, sending your eyes rolling back and mouth falling open in heavy pants as you mewled into his shoulder. You were grateful to be spared of his intense gaze; you didn’t think you could look at him in the state you were in. It was mortifying just hearing the sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt.

“Oh, maus,” he cooed into your ear as you trembled, keening at the stretch of his fingers. “You’re just so beautiful like this, you know. So fucking desperate and pathetic. I wish I could see you like this all the time.”

Would I like him to finger me like this all the time? Hell yes, you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t find the words to tell him, only able to whine and nod vigorously into his shoulder, lost in the feeling of his fingers inside you. You could feel yourself starting to reach the edge of your climax, grinding harder and harder into his palm and gasping with each spark of pleasure it gave your throbbing clit. You were so wet that you were starting to wonder if you’d been infected, too; each time he hit your g-spot just right, you felt more and more slick dribbling out of you and down your thighs. It was driving you insane.

“K-König!” You managed a cry of his name right before you came, clenching around his fingers as you bucked your hips into his hand. Breathy whines fell from your lips, your thighs shaking and seizing as you squirmed in his hold, feeling an almost overwhelming wave of pleasure wash over your body. The feeling was so intense it was almost painful; you hadn’t had an orgasm in so long, and the effect was palpable. His arms held you tight, keeping you grounded while you shuddered in his grasp, his big fingers determined to prolong your ecstasy.

When you finally came down from your high, you couldn’t look at him, mortified at your messy state. His fingers were still knuckle-deep in your arousal, and you could feel more of your slick dripping down your thighs, wet and uncomfortable. You kept your head buried in his chest shyly while your happy cunt stayed spasming in his hand.

“Okay, schatz?” he asked softly, using his free hand to tilt your head towards him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You stared up at him, mouth open. There were practically hearts in your eyes; your adoration was clear to him, and he laughed at your expression, cradling your cheek with his hand. “Aww, schatz.” He clicked his tongue, a smile audible in his voice. “You’re so sweet.”

Your cheeks burned red at the words, and you blinked rapidly, unable to look away. His piercing blue eyes stayed trained on yours, but there was a warmth in them that soothed you. He petted your cheek, lifting his hood to press a kiss to your forehead.

Your mind felt fuzzy. All you could think about was your need to be filled by him, and you pawed at his hard cock, wrapping your fingers around the base of it. A hiss of pleasure escaped him, and you kept your eyes on his, wide and pleading. “Please fuck me,” you whispered, still trembling in his grasp.

König’s eyes darkened, and he tugged off the rest of your bottoms quickly. His strong hands lifted you to hover you over his cock, and you shuddered with anticipation, head spinning. He rubbed the tip through your dripping folds, coaxing out a gasp as it brushed over your swollen clit. You tried to push him inside, squirming, but his tight grip on the bottoms of your thighs kept you in place, and you whined his name, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Bitte, König,” you begged, and he practically growled at the words, mercifully allowing you to sink onto the tip of his cock and drawing out a desperate mewl. Even with how wet you were, he was so, so big that he was practically tearing you in half.

“K-König—”

“Hush, liebling,” he soothed, and you moaned as your core clenched around him, beacons of pleasure ripping through you from just the feel of him. He waited for you to relax and then pushed in farther as you gasped at his length.

“Mmph! König—” You keened as he continued to push himself into you, waiting each time to make sure you were okay. You could feel his hard cock twitch with each thrust, and you knew it must be difficult for him not to go straight into fucking you, that he was holding himself back to be more gentle. The thought only made you moan louder.

Tears slipped down your cheeks when he finally bottomed out, and he wiped them away with his thumb. “I’m sorry, maus,” he groaned, no doubt feeling the way you clenched around him. “You’re just—so tight—”

You wanted to tell him to it was okay, but from your already fucked out mind, all that came out was a dumb whimper of his name. In response, he pulled up his sniper hood to kiss your forehead, to which you whined and chased his lips with your mouth. This made him chuckle, and he guided your lips to his, coaxing out a soft moan as his tongue met yours. He tasted wonderful, and you mewled into his mouth, feeling even more worked up from the way he kissed you: hot and desperate and sweet, like the world was ending and you were the last ones in it.

“Mein maus,” he growled, suddenly thrusting up into you and making your eyes roll back. His hips snapped against yours, setting a pace that sent your thoughts reeling. “Taking me so well, doing so good for me, hm? Du bist mein schatz, ja?”

“Yes, fuck—yes,” you babbled, barely able to understand what he was saying. His unusually rough tone was fogging up your dumbed-out mind, the contrast between his sweet words and punishing pace reducing you to nothing but a crying, creaming mess. You’d never been this wet for someone before. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m yours, please—”

“Good girl,” he moaned, pushing you up and down his cock with dizzying strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he thrust up into you, high-pitched and pitiful noises falling from your lips at a shameful volume. He was using you like a toy, you thought, and the notion of it made your pleasured cries even louder.

“Mmm, yeah? Mmm?” He mimicked your breathy moans, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Normally, you’d be mortified, likely retorting with some witty insult, but now? Now with the way he was fucking you, all you could do was whine in pitiful response.

“So needy for me,” he groaned, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. The sheer force of him made your eyes roll back, and you felt that tight coil in your belly close to snapping.

“Fuck, König—” You panted heavily, your legs starting to give out. “K-König, oh my God, I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he cooed, pulling you closer to his chest so your clit could find purchase on his toned abs. “Doing so good for me, schatz. Such a good girl, getting off on me like this. Like the way I feel, mm?”

His sweet praise became your tipping point, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You cried his name, mouth falling open in shock as your legs kicked out, your cunt weeping and convulsing around him as you keened. You gasped for air as your orgasm rocked through you, the pleasure suddenly becoming all too much as he continued to drill himself into your gushing cunt.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed from the overstimulation, but he didn’t let up his pace, pressing chaste kisses to your lips to soothe you. “Wonder how many orgasms I can get from you,” he murmured. You could hear the smile in his voice as he panted. “How many more, mein schatz?”

“I—I don’t know!” you cried as his pelvis dragged against your clit, sending shocks of electricity through you. “I don’t—I can’t—”

He groaned as you trembled in his hold, pretty blue eyes boring into yours. “You can do it for me,” he replied. “I know you can. Isn’t that right, liebling?”

“Ahh—König—” The juxtaposition of his soft kisses and brutal pace was making your head spin. Too overwhelmed to answer, you just clutched onto his shoulders tighter, crying out every time his skin brushed against your puffy, overstimulated clit. It was painful. It was overwhelming. It felt so fucking good.

“Hush, mein schatz,” he coaxed, holding you closer as you clenched around his cock, babbling incoherently as he fucked up into you. “You’re doing so good, I promise.”

The answer was two. Two more earth-shattering orgasms before he finally went soft, coming inside of you twice before either (1), his dick just gave out, or (2), the poison wore off. Either way, by the end of it, you were exhausted and fucked out, still recovering from your cock-drunk state as he cleaned you up.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he apologized, sounding genuinely remorseful as he gently wiped your soaked thighs with a clean cloth he had found in the room. “I’m so sorry, I don’t—I don’t know what came over me.”

“Drugs,” you supplied, staring at the ceiling in exhaustion. “Really bad drugs.”

“Yes, drugs,” he agreed, carefully mopping your folds as you sighed. “But still—I am sorry. I was…overzealous. I hope I did not hurt you too bad.”

“I’ll be a little sore,” you admitted, glancing at the bruises his fingers had left on your waist and hips. “But I’ll be fine, trust me.”

He sighed, somehow managing to look resigned even with the sniper hood. “I should not have been so hard on you. I’m sorry.”

“Honestly?” you murmured, blinking at him sleepily. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He froze for a moment. “What?”

“Not that I’ve had a lot of sex,” you said quickly. “But still, that was the best I’ve ever had. Probably will ever have, now that I think about it. You must be very experienced. Oh God, I should not have said that out loud. I am—I am so sorry.”

Even with his sniper hood on, you could tell he was blushing. “Oh, um—it’s okay, maus.” You could hear the shyness in his voice. “I do not consider that to be my best performance, but I will take it as a compliment.”

“Your best performance?” You stared at him, mind running through everything that had just happened. You’d had sex before, but that—that was a whole ass experience. You’d never even dreamed about anything that good. “Christ, what’s your best performance, then?”

“Well,” he replied, sliding your soaked underwear back up your legs for you, “I would have taken you out on a date first, at the very least. That would be the proper way to court you.”

“Court me?” you repeated, sitting up straight. “I didn’t know you were so well-mannered, König.”

He looked away from you, shifting awkwardly from his spot on the floor. “I try to be courteous before sticking my dick in people.”

It took you a moment to realize he was joking, and you laughed—actually really laughed out loud. His awkward humor was charming you, and you felt warmth swell in your chest as you listened to him speak. You grinned at him, his eyes crinkling in a smile back.

König still smiled, but a hint of sadness pervaded his gaze. “Ah, schatz.” He hesitated. “I would have liked to make love to you,” he sighed, “but I did not imagine these would be the circumstances. I was hoping to take you on a date first, get to know you better.”

“You wanted to what?” Your eyes widened, and you blinked in confusion. “But…I thought you didn’t like me.”

König practically jolted in place. It was like you’d electrocuted him. He stared at you. “Why would you ever think that?”

“You talk to everyone but me,” you said softly. “I thought you didn’t trust me. Thought you hated me.”

“Hated—?” He shook his head vigorously. “No, I wanted to speak to you. You just…made me nervous. The others do not.”

“I made you nervous?” The words fell from your lips with shock, your eyebrows furrowing. “How would I—how did I ever make you nervous? You’re like three times the size of me!”

König shrugged, sheepish. “You’re very pretty. And you seemed…kind, and well-connected with the others. I have trouble finding that connection. I didn’t want to say the wrong thing to you and fuck it up.”

“So you said nothing at all.” You were quiet for a moment, turning over the information in your mind. “Wow. I was way off.”

“Yes,” he agreed, “but it is okay. I’m sorry for making you think I disliked you, schatz.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. You ran a hand through your hair, beyond shocked at everything happening. You couldn’t believe you’d fucked your colleague, the one you’d had a crush on for who knows long, and also discovered that he didn’t, in fact, hate you. “At least I know now.”

“Next time, I will be better,” König vowed, helping you tug on your pants. “More gentle. I will do things right, I promise.”

“Next time?” You hesitated, biting your lip. “There will be a next time?”

“Of course there will,” he answered, adjusting his tactical gloves. “Did you not hear what I said earlier?”

“Um…which one?” He’d said a lot of things earlier.

He helped you to your feet, towering over you as he cupped his large hand under your jaw. Your heart stopped in your chest as you looked up into his eyes, his large frame dwarfing yours beyond comparison. “Du bist mein schatz, ja?” he repeated, gloved thumb tracing over your bottom lip. His very soul seemed to ooze confidence. “That’s what I said, no?’

With the way he was making you feel right now, you didn’t think it was even possible to say the word no. “Y-yes,” you stammered, adoration clear in your eyes as you gazed up at him.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “So there will be a next time. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”

“N-no, no, no, I definitely want!” you said quickly. You stumbled over your words in your eagerness, and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “I would like that a lot.”

“Good,” he said, patting the top of your head. Normally, you’d be furious at such an action, but considering his height, it seemed more practical than condescending. “Now come, schatz,” he said, adjusting his vest. “Time to deny everything to the rest of the team.”

Oh, fuck. You sighed. “Yeah…I forgot about that.”

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One of my lovely little readers wants to hear about Konig’s PHAT Austrian cock? I got you.

Konig Dick Headcannons.

This man is the size of a bull and the whole barn. Like when yall fuck it’s down right a breeding session because I know he has a breeding kink and he’s too damn big not to.

With how veiny and leaky his uncut cock is with that beautiful piercing at the top? I’d never want to leave him. Im talking 8.3 inches and decently thick, but not as thick as I think Soap is. Thick base with a nice big tip but the rest of it is thin in comparison.

He knows just how to melt your brain with his prince albert piercing too. Massaging your clit with his tip, telling you he’s letting them meet and do introductions.

Teasing you already so much. You’re already so ready for his cock, begging for an orgasm, tired of clenching around nothing. The toys you were using while he was gone didn’t compare. You may have to make him do the clone a willy thing so you can properly feel something.

So when he’s finally inside you he loves to find that angle where he can just grind his hips lazily and tease that gummy spot with his piercing.

Does enjoy some roleplay but I do see the bedroom being where his anxiety really starts to show and his compensation begins to fail. He tries to be rough and dominant but he needs to make sure you’re ok. He knows he’s big and he knows it's heavy. He has to make sure you’re warmed up enough, he’s not just teasing to be cruel he swears.

He knows you’re on birth control but he begs to cum inside, he craves to breed you even if this home isn’t a stable environment yet. He wouldn’t bring a baby into this world yet but oh how his eyes roll back when you play along with his breeding fantasy.

He loves how you feel, he loves that his prince albert and his size doesn’t scare you. Oh god and if you ride him? He’s drooling, he can't focus, he’s so fucked out. Having a pussy that is all his? The thought alone turns him on. He craves to mold it into the shape of his dick so no other man could come close to pleasuring you, even if he knows how unrealistic that idea is.

Oh he’s still cocky in bed, but he’s definitely toned it down once he realizes you’re here to stay. Even if the cockiness is still full force when he jokes that you are both trying for a baby when he knows Krueger knows you’re on birth control and Horangi announces to him that it's a weird way of saying you’re both raw dogging.

And as cocky as he can be he’s definitely a pleasure dom in bed, your pleasure is all he cares about, his is a complete after thought.

#cod x reader #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig cod #konig headcanons #konig smut

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 7 months

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The Type of BF/GF Cod Characters Would Be (Scenario)

You know, like that one thing circling around TikTok

Characters Included: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Valeria Garza, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

And yes I'm aware that some have repeated characters, some fit more than one

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ꕥ

A/n: I'm honestly on a roll and I've had my morning coffee so I'll start cracking, I have been trying to post more recently since it's October and I didn't really partake in the tober fests so I thought posting more might be good. Just me or are biker fucking hot? Yeah it's probs my thing for masked men.

Disclaimers/Warnings: OOC??

Doberman Boyfriend/Girlfriend whose first instinct was to protect you when you officially became theirs, initially they were always protective in subtle ways, subtle ways that also assert dominance over others. Little things like having a hand on your lower back or gently gripping your waist to move you. Their claimed spot is behind you, since they always find it to work when intimidating others and making sure no one even glances at you the wrong way. Might seem like they're intimidating but to you it's a different story, they're sweeter, more docile? Just far more affectionate and you basically have them wrapped around your finger. Switches in the bedroom but dom leaning, can be subs if you want them to be.

Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves.

Golden Retriever Boyfriend/Girlfriend who are so loyal to the bone, they're fun and oftentimes a little himbo-ish? Quality is the best spent with you, kind of follows you around all the time. They're very clingy but do respect your personal space if you aren't in the mood, though that's what you love about them isn't it? That's they're insistent and wouldn't give up on you no matter what. Also love doing things for you (acts of service) and lives for it when you praise them. Switches in the bedroom, sub leaning.

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

Tabby cat Boyfriend/Girlfriend whose chill around others but absolutely craves your affection behind closed doors. The kind of people sometimes randomly show affection in front of others even if they HATE pda. The kind of people who have been traumatized yet still affectionate as can be, everyone loves them for being down to earth but they do have bit of an odd side that only you see. Is a hardcore switch, no leaning.

Characters: Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Nikolai Belinski, Philip Graves.

Black cat Boyfriend/Girlfriend who randomly bring home things that made them think of you, they knew you'd like it but only let out a subtle smirk. Lives for you being their adorable little sunshine, mean and cold towards other but less with you. Tried to give you tough love but eventually gave in because you are you. You know how cats sometimes bring you dead animals as a proof of affection and acceptance, they've done that... only with a human head of course. Providing for you and making sure you're taken care of is their love language, very protective and can really hurt people if they wanted to, someone hurts or upsets you? Their head will be displayed on your front porch. Hardcore doms in the bedroom. (Yandere AU anyone??)

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Philip Graves.

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bluegiragi · 13 days

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I hate to ask this cause it feels stupid but I dont wanna do a bunch of research on whatever the recent cod mw fandom discourse is,

but I saw the reblog of someone accusing you of supporting people who write sexualized pedophilia and that really is personally my only """"moral"""" with nsfw shit, (I'm a patreon subscriber and ig I just wanna know where my money's going) is THAT true?

this is such a never-ending nightmare.

i used to follow an artist who, 5-6 months ago made racist art featuring gaz in a slave context, which I didn't like, retweet or interact with in any way. they also made under-age art of ghost soap, which I also didn't interact with . people on twitter called me out yesterday, for retweeting art they'd made as evidence I stood by/encouraged/was an avid fan of all these tropes. Also, the art I retweeted wasn't either of these previous examples of art, but one where ghost and soap were sleeping in a bed together, as adults, peacefully. I can't emphasise enough that I have not interacted with this artist at all, for literally six months.

genuinely, my only crime is not unfollowing + blocking this artist earlier on, and then daring to retweet a fic tagged with "non-con" (ghost gets soap off in a context where he can't really properly consent, they're in front of a crowd of strangers and they have to fuck, but both parties are into each other) written by a friend as I wanted to support their writing.

and now i have pedophile claims because I accidentally retweeted a fandom bingo post that defended loli-con, and then immediately un-retweeted it when I properly read it.

And people are calling me a zoophile for supporting someone who wrote zoophilic fic and called people slurs (???) and I genuinely don't know who they're talking about there.

And the same people called me racist for making Horangi's eyes in the monster!AU sensitive because they thought I was making fun of Asian eyes. The real reason is because he's a cat hybrid and cats are sensitive to light (and I'm Chinese).

I tried addressing all this in a simpler way earlier on, and responded to an ask talking about my "support" for the artist who drew the slave Gaz art by saying the fanart in question was tone deaf and in poor taste. It wasn't enough for some people, so I'm happy to say it again - yes, it was racist, and the reason why I didn't want to be more aggressive is because I didn't want to extend all this mess by throwing this artist under the bus - I genuinely believed them when they said that wasn't that their intention, and think they should've deleted the post at the time.

And also I'm now called a rapist bc I like to entertain fics with dom/sub dynamics that dip into cnc, as an asexual woman who's personally repulsed by sex when it comes to myself.

That's everything so far. I really don't know what you people want from me anymore. I followed the wrong artist. I retweeted the wrong post. And I've undid those actions now. And for so many people to have taken literally everything spread by these people at face value, without even checking if their claims are true, is incredibly hurtful and isolating.

#there. the entire sequence of events #have fun i guess

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oh-koenig-my-koenig · 5 months

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(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

#könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig x fmc #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #female oc

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wxnheart · 1 year

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so I had this conversation with a friend about fictional fuckboys.

and then it veered to my glorious CoD babygurls and these are the conclusions (headcanons, really) that we came to:

everyone thinks Ghost is a fuckboy edge lord when it's actually the exact opposite. while he's had a few... dalliances here and there, he, like the old man, is actually quite marriage-minded. what fucks him over is the demanding career and demon dick.

Soap looks like a fuckboy but is really a golden retriever.

Gaz is the one with the most interesting sex life (and encounters) out of the majority of 141. he just never talks about it and really plays up the fact that, out of them all, folks would expect it the least out of him.

Price had fuckboy tendencies when he was younger but now gives gentle dom sugar-daddy vibes to everyone's amusement.

Rudy isn't a fuckboy but he's so oblivious to the fact that he has demon dick that you'd be forgiven for thinking he's one.

Horangi is unapologetically a fuckboy.

Alejandro Thee Stallion is also not one but can charm the pants off of you like one.

you'd be forgiven for thinking König is one, too, because he can come off as being hot and cold in the initial stages of your relationship but rest assured, he's most certainly not. he's actually rejoicing internally about the fact that you return his affections while also doing his damndest to keep his composure and not give you the biggest damn bearhug.

Graves is the ULTIMATE fuckboy out of all the people I listed. he's the fuckboy everyone thinks Ghost is.

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 7 months

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I feel like you're the right person to talk to this about:

I wanna tie König down to the bed and spend all day kisses those ridiculous muscles while he shakes and moans and begs for more. Big teddy bear needs some lovin' before you ride him until he breaks

Honey, Honey

Pairing: König x reader

Content Warning: smut (18+), hints of m!sub to m!dom, hints of enemies to lovers, use of a knife to cut clothes, tying up, teasing, spanking, biting, established messy relationship, no use of y/n or mention of gender/race

This isn't exactly what you asked for, but also this is my house and I make the rules so... have this as a treat

-🍯-

“And how did you picture this working out for you, hm?” König crooned, eyes positively deadly over the honey sweet veneer of his smile.

A little thrill of fear zipped through your belly, but you were resolute in ignoring it, unshaking as you chased off thoughts of abandoning your plan. Instead you straddled him and tested the tight bonds holding him in place, giving a little tug on each of the heavy ropes that held his hands in their strong red threads. You looked back at his squirming ankles for good measure too, satisfied when you could see he was powerless to do little else than writhe. He was all yours to do with as you pleased.

“Well, exactly like this I suppose,” you shrugged. “I don’t think I have to worry about you getting your revenge anytime soon - not when I’m about to get sent away on a contract for three months after this. I’ll make sure to phone Horangi to come get you when I’m on the plane, of course. I’m nice like that.”

“How generous of you to plan to free me.”

“As fucked up as we are, I’d rather not have a poor maid find you.”

“You don’t think I’d get myself out eventually?” he chuckled, tilting his chin at you.

“Oh no, not out of these bindings. I learnt from the best after all,” you said with a wink.

He rolled his eyes, damn well knowing he’d been the one to show you exactly how to tie someone else up like this. Clearly he’d never accounted for giving away his trade secrets to the enemy. However, he’d have to admit that he had started letting his guard down with you more and more recently. König always said that showing you his face was his ruin.

That face. It looked at you now with a full palette with emotions, anger and admiration and lust all splattered onto the scarred and mottled exterior to create a picture straight out of your fantasies. His blue eyes were burning like oil on the surface of water and his lip curled at you, snarling in challenge. Tame me then.

You leant down, letting your eyelids droop with raw want and slipped your hands over his wide shoulders, admiring the bumpy flesh that so rarely got to receive such gentle caresses. Even that hint of affection seemed to have König’s face easing, the long scar on the side of his eye not seeming so stretched anymore. His conspicuous sigh of anticipation only confirmed it.

A smile faintly burst onto your lips. Merely the idea of a kiss seemed to break his facade - how would he react when you delved further into your plans? You bit your lip at the thought then lowered your head, hovering your lips dangerously close to his.

“Is all this just to tease me?” he whispered.

“Do you really think so little of me?”

“I don’t have to think anything,” he grunted. “You’re an infiltration expert for a reason, honey. You’re a professional tease.”

Honey. That’s what he called you ever since the first time he’d ever worked with you. It didn’t take long for him to reveal that it was short for Honey pot. When he bent you over a crappy hotel couch and chastised you for tempting him.

“I'd only be teasing myself at this point, König. If you could see what I’m seeing right now, you’d know you’re in for a real treat,” you grinned.

His nostrils flared and you could feel his chest swelling up with his ragged breaths. He could probably feel your desire just the same, you thought, knowing exactly how worked up you were from the way you were sitting barenaked right on top of him.

You made sure to grind yourself into his body when you finally kissed him, letting him feel the full hot measure of how worked up you were. You’d done everything not to make a mess of yourself while you were tying him up, but now you were unashamed and even smiling into his mouth as you pulled him close and felt the tickle of his groan.

His tongue worked its way over yours, perfectly warm and wet. You were happy granting him a little control while you threaded your hands into his hair. The gruff noises he made in the back of his throat were vibrating deep inside you. They were enough to send your senses into overdrive, almost enough for you to rip the ropes to shreds and let him have you. Though you remembered who was really in charge and smirked, drawing away from his mouth again and watching as his face fell.

“Let me have you. Undo the ropes and we’ll forget about this stupid stunt of yours,” he said breathily, almost growling as he roved his eyes over your body.

“What would be the fun in that?” you chastised, clicking your tongue at his arrogance.

“You get my cock and I won’t have to waste time planning a way to make you pay.”

“But knowing that is fun for me, I need to have something to look forward to,” you grinned, soon lowering yourself again and bringing your lips to his ear. “And you know as well as I do, I’ll get to have your cock anyway unless you use our safeword…so?”

He shivered, his body trembling like a mountain in an earthquake. His throat was like the tumbling rocks. When you rose back up again you knew you had him beat, as much as he always liked to be in charge, it was undeniable that he was actually getting into this. He’d never admit it, but that didn’t matter. The twitching length underneath you told you everything you needed to know.

“Do your worst, honey. I’ll get my revenge soon enough,” he huffed, lying back into the pillow in defeat.

“That’s a good boy, König. I knew you’d see reason!”

“Don’t you dare,” he seethed.

“Don’t dare what?” you asked, getting to work kissing along the sensitive flesh of his thick neck.

“I’m not anyone’s- don’t call me good boy,” he groaned, voice breaking just as you liked a featherlight stripe against his collarbone.

So dramatic. You huffed out a warm breath against his goosebumped flesh and nuzzled along it, watching for every little twitch and withheld moan that dared show itself on his traitorous body. You knew for a fact his mind would be reeling from all the attention, but you didn’t care. Not as long as he wasn’t telling you to stop.

“Ok, I won’t call you my good boy then…” you murmured, now focusing yourself at his left pec. “But don’t pretend like you aren’t shivering everytime I say it.”

He glared down at you, but it only made him look so much more stupid when he was tipping his head back right as you took his nipple into your mouth. You grazed it with your teeth and licked and sucked at it, revelling in the cacophony of little breaths that rushed out above you. Apparently it was too hard to admit he hated this anymore.

It probably didn’t help that your hand had been roaming down between his navel and thighs for a little while now. If his whimper was any indication, you’d stroked the fight right out of him when you palmed his dick over his boxers. Those would have to go - they’d be off already if you hadn’t been afraid that he’d wake up before you could secure him.

“You’re responding so well,” you praised, “Sure you’re not gonna want a repeat performance of this?”

“Oh honey, I’m gonna put a- ah-” he moaned, jerking as you played with his cock and slipped your hands over his balls at the same time. “Ah- fuck you.”

König was chuckling and moaning in equal measure, his body was a beautiful dichotomy of grunted protests and singing moans. You enjoyed getting to work him over, smiling like a born vixen as every movement drew out a new noise, filling the cheap hotel room with a lingering note of sex. It was a good thing neither of you had expensive tastes, you thought distantly, you’d have already been thrown out the night before and you’d have never have gotten to experience this.

“You’re gonna do what exactly?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked down at the writhing mess below you.

König’s eyes opened hazily and he shook his head, grinding his hips up and seeking the pressure that he so obviously wanted.

“I’m going to put a collar around you and make sure you remember who’s in charge of who. I’m going to fuck you until your legs don’t work anymore and then I’ll scrape you off the floor and parade you in the street for everyone to see!”

“Really? You will?” you asked, watching on with glee when you took your hand away and drew out a disappointed low whine. “Is that a promise?”

You leaned over and picked up one of your knives from the floor, curling your hand around the hilt tightly when you realised it was one of your own. The familiar weight felt right and when you readjusted yourself on top of him, you were happily able to drag the cold metal over the band of his underwear knowing for a fact that you wouldn’t hurt him with the angle you held it at.

König went stiff as a board underneath you and glared at you again, teeth baring as he worked out what you meant to do to him. He looked wildly from your hands and to your face, eyes practically broadcasting his revenge plot from the dark depths of his blown out pupils.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned. “Just slide them down.”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you regret it.”

“I hope so.”

The cotton fabric of his boxers was no match for your knife. It slashed through them in a few easy cuts, running through the material like butter, best of all not even grazing König’s already heavily scarred skin. You liked the drama of the knife, but you didn’t want to hurt him.

Truth be told though, he was furious - he’d probably rather be hurt than have to bother to replace his underwear. If he were a cartoon character his ears would be steaming. However if the redness in his face was anything to go by, he was probably as close to it as he’d get, he certainly felt burning to the touch. He'd had every dignity taken from him now. Though still he didn’t say Austria, and so you didn’t stop.

You tossed the knife onto the bedside table where it dropped with a thundering clatter and threw the black tatters of his boxers to the ground, revelling in the full straining length of his cock from underneath the shroud. It was enough to make you salivate. Your mouth filled and your heart thrummed in your chest, but still you held your composure and opted to ignore it for the moment. Instead returning to kissing around his body and only occasionally running your fingers gently over his dick and around the rough dark thatch of his pubic hair.

“You’re a ah- fucking bitch,” he groaned, voice much higher pitched than you were used to.

His voice was ragged, he was getting pushed further and further toward madness. You’d been working him for only a few minutes, but clearly it was too much. He needed to feel your actual touch on him, a firm hand. He was desperate, voice all breathy even while he tried in vain to pretend like it wasn’t getting to him.

“Those. Aren’t. Very. Sweet words,” you murmured, taking a break through each to kiss his straining abs that were now far more visible through the fat of his tummy.

“You’re supposed to be the sweet one, honey,” he sighed, arching again as you licked at the spot just underneath his navel.

“I’m being rather sweet to you now, no? I could be fully taking advantage of this predicament you’re in and riding on top of you, taking whatever I want from you, but I’m choosing to use this as an opportunity to worship you instead,” you sighed, running your hands up and down his hairy thighs, gently scratching at him enough to have him clenching his teeth.

“Worship? This isn’t worship - it’s torture. I want to feel you. I need you to give me more!”

Oh…he sounded hungry before, but now he was starving. There was an extra low growl in his voice and now it felt like the air was thick with the salt of him. His chest was working hard underneath you, heart palpitating while he cock bobbed in time, rutting against you and seeking every little sensation it could.

You had to take pity on him. You had to give him more now.

“Well you only had to ask for it,” you hummed, finally licking a stripe straight down the vein on the underside of his dick.

He moaned out like a bull, the sound practically ricocheted off the walls. You giggled quietly to yourself and worked your tongue over him again, closing your eyes contentedly as you tuned into his deep siren’s call.

You’d now moved down his body so that you could get better access to him, and now you took full advantage of his rock solid muscles, gently rutting yourself against his outstretched leg while you licked at his shaft and balls. You delighted in every time his voice caught in his throat and his moans broke out like waves into the static of the room.

You alternated between licking him and then breathing over the trails of saliva, taunting him when you reached his head,only giving him the gentlest of kitten licks there that would send him spasming and cursing. He wanted more and more, but you refused to give in right away. Teasing him was much too fun, and he was right, you were practically a professional at this.

Eventually though, you couldn’t refuse him any longer and when you finally took him into your mouth, he hummed and relaxed so fully that it felt like he’d been paralysed beneath you. You were a venomous creature taking him in your mouth and he was your prey now, you thought, he was well and truly yours.

At least that's what you had thought.

You’d bobbed your head down only a few times, had just swallowed right down to his balls when you felt it. A hand working its way over your head and tightly locking you into place against the scratchy hairs at his base. It took you no time at all to realise your little plan had backfired.

You’d been so focused on his cock that you hadn’t noticed he’d worked his hand free. You hadn’t heard the snicking of the knife as it had cut through the other binding. You hadn’t felt König’s upper half shifting until it was too late. Now the icy realisation was freezing your heart and sending your eyes watering.

He was fully in control of you now, yanking you up and holding you fast against him while he cut his feet free and threw the knife over to the far side of the room. His arms locked around you and he twisted like a crocodile in a death roll, throwing you underneath him and locking himself over you, ready to mount you like the bitch he claimed you to be.

“I wonder how hard I have to fuck you to make sure your legs can’t walk you onto that plane later, hm?” König sneered, breath hot as his voice acidly poured into your ears. “Lets see how long it takes for you to break.”

You yelped when he fastened his forearm around your throat and forced you both upward onto your knees, forcing you steady against him. You could still breathe fine, but nevertheless you fought him, trying to scrap back for control. It was useless. He hit your hands away without issue and still managed to get what he was looking for. Managing to lean over to the drawer and fetch the lube before he threw you uncaringly back into the mattress and repositioned his arm, constricting it around your middle instead.

He spanked you a couple times, the jolt centering straight onto your crotch and reversing your roles straight away. Now you were the one turned into a whimpering little mess. You turned to him and begged him to be gentle, but he only offered you a crazed smile before shoving the lube bottle between his teeth and squeezing a generous amount onto his hand.

“Gentle is for good little things that do as they’re told,” he growled, spitting the tube from his mouth. “Or those who use their safeword…so?”

He was mocking you now. The air hung dead between you, cold and unforgiving and sending you shivering under the weight of it.

“Just as I thought,” he hissed. “You love it when I take control.”

You sighed out in full defeat and looked down at the messy sheets, now resigned to your fate. You’d be little better than his fucktoy in only seconds. The realisation had you biting your lip, it sent your pulse roaring in both your chest and low in your body as you now anticipated, none too ashamedly, getting split in two.

You gasped when he pressed his lubed up hand against you and began to rub at your entrance, coating it thickly with the cool liquid and working you up a little before pressing a finger in. Pumping it in and out to the rhythm of your dogged moans, twisting and stroking and not letting up for anything.

He spanked you every so often, alternating between preparing you and punishing you for what you put him through. Even while you protested and told him that you couldn’t come into a job covered in bruises, he didn’t care. He didn’t even deign to give your cries an answer. He just rocked you onto him, adding fingers and turning your ass into a tingling hot mess all while he kept his chest pushed into his back and held you tightly against his sweaty torso.

“I- I that’s ah- I need”

“What? Are you finding it difficult to speak already? Imagine how difficult it’ll be once I’m inside you,” he taunted, nipping at the shell of your ear. “You want something, honey?”

You moaned out and bucked back against him, trying for a last ditch effort to get back on top, but he only laughed. There was no escape. The deep timbre of his chuckle worked through your back like nails, bringing home the fact that there wasn’t any way out of this beyond giving your safeword, and like hell did you want to do that. Not while every inch of your body was egging him on to continue.

“I need it,” you whimpered, groaning deep when he massaged a particularly sensitive spot inside of you. “I need your cock, pleaseeee.”

“You need it, yeah? How bad? Tell me how bad you need me to fuck you,” König growled.

You could feel him in the depths of your body, could feel how deep your desire for him was rooted now. Your toes were curling, sweat was dripping from your brow with the effort it took just to stay in the moment. Everything felt so impossibly hot. It took every effort not to pant like a dog, show him you might become a complete animal in the face of his teasing and his ministrations.

“Please, please, please, König!” you cried out. “Let me cum for you, I wanna make you feel good. I wanna clench around you. Let me feel you, I need it. I want you to fucking crush me, put your whole body over mine, please I need-”

He cut you off completely when he ploughed into you. Your words straggling away into nothingness. His hips clashed into your body and he jerked backwards just as he entered halfway, conscious of the fact that even with preparation he was still fucking huge. Though it didn’t stop him complying with your request, bending you harshly down into the mattress, almost squashing you in his effort to envelop you completely.

“Little brat, this is what you wanted all along. Well then…take it…take it all.”

Your arms and legs were folded underneath you now, just as useless as König’s had been when they were tied up. You had nowhere to go. Not that you wanted to go anywhere. König continued to work his way into your aching body, stretching you out and drawing the most salacious noises from your lips like a violin bow, stroking back and forth in perfect crescendoing song.

He wrapped a hand around your neck and kept his other arm around you, holding you tight and fucking into you like two animals in full heat. He knew just what you liked. Even while you tried to keep up the pretence of a struggle, scrabbling away at the wet sheets, you both knew that this was what you craved.

“There you go,” he said, ramming into you with his full length, voice straining even through his smugness. “Not so superior now that you’re all filled with cock, hm? You’re moaning like a little whore… my little whore. How’re you going to cope when I’m away, hm? You gonna touch yourself every night thinking about this? Maybe I should film you, make sure you have a reminder of your place.”

Your whole body tensed and you felt a growl of disapproval work itself from your throat. Even in your compromised position, even filled up to a point where you could feel your whole body coursing with need, you weren’t letting him get away with that.

You twisted your neck and bit his arm, not bothering to voice your protests. Your teeth sunk into flesh and released a pained grunt from him, but you were only rewarded with a particularly hard thrust for your efforts. It had you screaming underneath him, forcing him to reposition his hand from your neck and over your mouth.

“I’ll have to get a gag for you if you’re going to start biting,” he hissed, only releasing your mouth when you forced his hand away.

“Don’t threaten…me with a good time,” you laughed, smiling all the more when you heard him laughing too.

“Fucking hell,” he sighed.

He gave up holding you down and rose up like a bear, grasping your hips tightly with his roughened fingers before he really lost himself in you. He built up the fire within you until it was roaring, each slap of his body against yours sending you juddering forward and moaning out as his cock drew out brilliant sparks.

“Fuck, honey. You look so good like this… Look so good fighting to stay up. You’re my little plaything yeah? You’re mine to tease and fuck as I wish. Mine.”

Your vision was starting to white out, your head was growing fuzzy. The beat of your heart felt like it was building faster and faster and every little muscle in your body clenched at the impending orgasm that rocked through you. With only a few more thrusts you were spent, tearing at the sheets and lost in the pleasure, feeling positively drunk as your head swam with endorphins.

You screamed out and let your body fall completely to König, allowing him to gather your jelly muscles up and quickly reposition you in his lap. Your nails dug into his back, your head fell into the crook of his neck. You whimpered when he slipped back into you again, shaking as the aftershocks of your orgasm punched through you all the harder.

“Too much,” you whined, “too sensitive.”

“Come on now, honey. You’re not nearly there yet,” König murmured, kissing your temple. “Not till you say the safeword or till I say you’re done, alright?”

He repositioned himself and you dug your nails into the meat of his back, completely failing to discourage him from rocking you against his cock. You felt like you were going to cum again just from the jostling movements alone. The realisation had you moaning so pathetically.

“C’mon, honey, I know you can keep going for me, can’t you? I know you can,” he encouraged, already starting to slowly thrust in and out of you again. “I’m only just getting started…”

#König #König x reader #konig #konig x reader #mw2 #CoD #cod fanfiction #Honey!König

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chloeillustrates16 · 5 months

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NSFW Sugar Daddy!König x Civilian Sugarbaby!Reader

Summary: König being a sugar daddy was no one's business at KorTac; that's why when you came to tap him out, they were shocked to see how eager König was to go home.

Warnings: Swearing, bad German to English translation (sorry), p in v, face riding, Spanking, dirty talk in both English and German, rough sex, fingering, Aftercare, fluff, dom!König, Sub!Fem!Reader

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You were nervous to see König again, but also excited. You got dressed in his favorite outfit; which was expensive looking, yes. Honestly, you didn't care. The stares that you got all the time were nothing new to you.

You and the other family members of KorTac were waiting to go out and greet family members. You and Horangi's girlfriend were talking, "So, you and König, huh? Last I heard from Horangi, he said that König didn't have a girlfriend." You smile nervously,

"Well, König is very secretive about his personal life."

"Makes sense, the hood and all," before Horangi's girlfriend could say more. You smile spotting König his back to you. You ran up to him, glad that you didn't wear heals. You tap him on the shoulder, the moment he turned around, his blue eyes lit up with excitement as he wrapped you up in a big bear hug.

"Kleines Mädchen," König whispered under his breath.

"I missed you too," he grip got a little tighter as he glanced around. Everyone else was too busy.

"Lass uns hier verschwinden, ich will die Muschi schmecken, die ich so sehr vermisst habe," shivers ran down your spine as you led him to the car that he bought you. "Get in the passanger seat."

I nod, getting in the passenger side of the car after handing him the keys. The moment they were on the road, König spoke. "Did you touch yourself while I was gone?"

"No, Daddy." He raised an eyebrow at that, he didn't believe that for a second. You knew that too.

"If you're lying, I'll spank you."

"I know, I'm not." You argue, his hand squeezed your thigh,

"Spread your legs," he ordered. You swallow thickly as you did, his fingers sliding up your thigh and into your panties. A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers played with the bud of nerves of your pussy.

"Hmmm, you weren't lying. I'm proud of you, Baby."

"Daddy," you gasp, your hand covering your mouth.

"Here's what's going to happen, I'll play with you all the way home. Do. Not. Cum. is that understood?" All you could do was nod through your moans.

Throughout the drive home was agonizing. The bumps in the road were making it hard for you to keep a grip on orgasm. His fingers were penetrating your pussy so much that you almost begged for him to let you cum.

The moment that he pulled into the driveway, you felt relief as the grip on your orgasm was slowly slipping; however, his fingers pulled away making you whimper.

"You have 10 seconds to get that door open, or I'm fucking you outside." A thrill of excitement shot through your spine as you grab the keys from him. You sprinted, mentally counting to 10; König was slowly reaching you, when you got the door open, he sprinted inside. Slamming the door shut and throwing your body against the wall.

His hands pulled at your dress, causing the black fabric in his hands to tear in half along with your bra and panties. Your shoes came off with ease since they were flipflops. His head was in between your thighs, his tongue licking thick stripes across your abused cunt.

"Daddy!" You shriek, your head fall back against the wall beside the door. His thumb played with your clit as his tongue spread your folds. His voice was muffled as groans escaped his throat,

"Ah, Das ist es; mein Gott, du bist so nass!" Somehow, the more he spoke in his native tongue, the more wet you got. Your toes curled as he kept his rough licks inside your cunt. "Come on, cum baby, I know you can." Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as your orgasm hit. It was so heavy it made König moan; the bulge in his pants barely being hold by the zipper and button.

Pulling away, he licked his lips before wiping his face off with his hand. "Very gut, now; go to the bedroom and lay down. I'm not done with you yet."

You stumble, your legs shaking so much that you could barely walk. König realized this and helped you towards the bedroom. "Was I too rough?"

"No, just shaky." He hummed, kissing your neck leaving a small mark. He laid you down on the bed, his lips attacking your nipples first, his mouth sucking harshly on one and his fingers pinching and pulling the other. As if you couldn't get enough, your eyes roll back again; König knew every single one of your buttons and he knew how to drive you mad.

Once he was done teasing your nipples; his kisses led up to your lips. After two pulled away for air, you pulled off his hood; you were met with that handsome face you've missed for months. "Hallo, Meine, Liebe."

"Hey," König pulled off his shirt; you could feel yourself drool at the sight of his body.

"You want to touch me, don't you?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Please."

"You have to earn it; get on your knees." You did what you were told, getting on your knees in front of König; he had pulled his pants down, leaving him in his boxers.

You waited, he nodded letting you pull his boxers down; his massive cock was freed; to this day, you didn't understand how it didn't rip anything even soft. The red tip poked against your cheek. You took him in your hand, slowly rubbing him.

"Ah, that's it." König moaned, "Be a gut girl, put my cock in your mouth." His dick barely fit in your mouth; you gaged as his hand on your head shoved you down more. "Scheiße!"

Tears well up in the corners of your eyes as he fucked your mouth. Your grip on the sheets tightened as your throat finally relaxed letting him fuck into your throats.

"You have such pretty lips," he moaned, his head falling back on the pillows. "Ah! Do you want to come in your mouth or on your pretty face?"

"Face," you managed to say through gags. König nodded letting you pull him out of the warm walls and stroked his cock. His seed hit your face; he chuckled, grabbing a towel and wiping your face off.

"You were so gut, you ready for my cock inside that pussy of yours?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Go lay on the bed."

König watched as you laid on your back, your legs spread; your drenched pussy begging for him to take you. König watched for a moment, seeing your pussy clench on nothing. He crawled on the bed, his tip lined up with your enterence and without warning slammed into you.

"Daddy!" you scream loudly.

"Shh, it's alright. Just relax." After you got used to his girth, he started to thrust into you. "Ugh! you're so tight."

Your legs wrap around his waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. "You're so big," he chuckled lowly under his breath as he continued to fuck you relentlessly. You lean over, kissing him; König's tongue slipped into your mouth, you could barely fight him as his tongue explored your mouth.

Your mind went in and out of consciousness, as he fucked you. He held you close as he pulled you up into his lap; you road him, your arms wrapped under his arms.

"Cum for me, cum." he whined as his hips bucked up to meet yours. Tears were already rolling down your tears as your back arched. König moaned as his face buried in your chest as you came around him. His eyes squeezed shut as he thrusted for his own release.

You were so tight around him that he started to see stars as he thrusted, "Baby." he whimpered against your boobs. Your fingers messaged his shaved scalp. He groaned as his seed coated your walls white.

"Awe, fuck." König laid you down on the bed as you two gasped for air.

"Holy shit," you laugh as he chuckled, kissing your neck leaving another mark.

"Rough enough for you, Meine Liebling?" You nodded as you turned on your belly. He chuckled, leaning over as peppering your shoulders with loving kisses. "I'll be right back," he walked out of the bedroom after a moment; a warm towel wiped across your soaked cunt. You moan in happiness as he cleaned you off with the warm towel. König lifted you up and took you to the bathroom so you could pee.

Meanwhile, König changed the sheets. After you used the bathroom, you stumble into the bedroom. Before you could say anything, König threw you over his shoulder, playfully slapping your ass. "Ah!" you laugh as your knees bent.

"Lay down, I'll get you something comfortable," König laid you back down on the bed, kissing your lips before turning towards his dresser where in one he had a few of your things.

He helped you into your panties as he kissed your shins, then into a pair of black yoga pants that made your ass look good. König's lips went from your shins to the valley of your breasts before he pulled a cropped sweatshirt over your head. Then he kissed your lips. "Comfortable?"

"Very," you mumble against his bare shoulder, littering it with kisses. König handed you a water bottle before grabbing a pair of sweats and boxers to put on. You snuck up behind him, your arms wrapped around his waist from behind. Your hands pressed against his abs.

"Mmm, baby~" He turned around, "I'd doubt that you'd want me to rip up those cute yoga pants you love so much."

"Not really," he chuckled giving another kiss before having you lay down.

"I've missed you while on deployment, next time; I'm making sure that I won't stay for so long."

"As long as you come back well and safe, that's all I care about."

"Ich liebe dich," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too, König."

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I didn't know exactly how to end this, so fluff! This is the first time I've ever written a COD x reader fanfic; I really hope you liked it. I know it's been a while since I've posted anything on Tumblr other than reposts; this is because school and how busy I've been with classes as well as writers block which I'd been suffering with since my last story post.

#x reader #fanfic #reader insert #fanfiction #cod mw2 #call of duty #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig smut #smut #fluff #aftercare #overstim

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lucifermonsii · 3 months

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Horangi would never be with a woman.

Have you even seen him!?? He's such a confident brat who needs to be tamed by someone larger than him. Imagine gripping onto his waist as you pound into him relentlessly— ignoring his pleas to stop as his nails buried into your forearm, leaving cresent shape scars on your arms eventually. And he's just so pretty!! Imagine his gorgeous eyes staring up at you with damp lashes fluttering while he gives you head. That man doesn't deserve any control over relationships whatsoever. Maybe a dom sub but either way he's the one riding you. He's so precious and needs to be pampered with kisses along his V line. This man needs to be cared for.

Argue w me idgaf.

#x male reader #male reader #moots #call of duty modern warfare ii #top male reader #cod mw x reader #dom male reader #gay #Horangi #horangi x top male reader #horangi x male reader #horangi x dom male reader #yandere male

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2kiran · 7 months

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If you're still takin requests, could you mayyyybe--

pussydrunk reader waking up ftm!Horangi with maybe a small side of overstim

:)))))))))))))))))))

I need to eat him out i need to eat him out i need to-

“ 𝐂 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐈 𝐄 𝐃 ”

pairing kim “horangi” hong-jin x reader genre smut dom!gn reader x sub!ftm!horangi. cw uppercase typing. oral ( horangi receiving ). consensual somnophilia. overstimulation.

he’s better than any other sweet thing.

You felt nervous.

So fucking nervous.

This was the first time you were going to do this. Horangi, your boyfriend, was asleep. He seemed so peaceful that you felt guilty about disturbing his slumber.

You’ve talked about this for a while now. He has reminded you many times that he consented to this, yet you found yourself unable to do it. But now — it was your chance.

And that’s where you found yourself, in between his legs, licking long stripes on his cunt.

Fuck.

He tasted so sweet. Every single time. He stirred around, soft moans leaving his throat. If he was pretending to sleep, you couldn’t tell. It’s not like you can care when his pussy is gaping to have you inside.

You were tired from work and sought comfort from the one you loved. You chose this to comfort your worn-out state.

Mumbling words onto his clit as you swirled your tongue, trapping the sensitive bundle of nerves in warmth. He was absolutely dripping. Thighs slick from the special stimulation he was receiving. Your fingers gathered the wetness coating his inner thighs, bringing it to his hole to fuck it back inside.

It was selfish.

He needed the break, something that was out of reach for him most of the time. It was selfish of you. So selfish that his gummy walls tightened around the digits, begging to be taken roughly. You were going to give him just that, but not yet. Taking your time, you teased the lips of his pussy. Tongue dancing along the lines.

You’ve barely began and you already knew he was close. His moans were growing in volume and he fluttered around you. Rocking your fingers, you slowly eased him to the orgasm he needed. “So pretty,” you whispered, loud enough for him to hear if he was awake. “All mine.”

You kiss his clit, tilting your head downwards to finally push your tongue inside of his hole. He’s sweeter than any kind of candy. You needed this so badly.

You dragged the muscle in an up and down motion. Steadily and precisely. Your patience was wearing thin, but this is supposed to be for him. If you could, you’d remain in this position for hours. Yet, it still wouldn’t be enough. You could never become tired of him and his taste. Your chin was wet with his evident arousal.

“Mmm...” He groaned. He was finally awake.

His thighs carefully wrapped around your head to prevent you from moving away. “Missed me - ah - that much?” He had a grin on his face.

“I did,” You pulled away slightly to speak, earning the most painting-worth image. Horangi with his hair messed up, skin dusted in pink and sweat, as he tried not to cum. It was affecting him as much as it was affecting you. “Let go for me.”

To accompany your demand, you sped up the pace of your fingers. He gasped, body curving off the bed whilst his mouth fell open. “Nng—‘m gonna—” With a final whine, he gushed around both your fingers and tongue. He was so fucking sweet. There won’t be a last time you’ll say that. You need more.

“Oh—oh wait, mmfng! I’m still...” he trailed off, his sentence retreating as he suppressed another whine.

Despite his warning, he didn’t try to stop you. He was as needy as you were. Drunk off of each other. A pleasured sigh left him as you returned to circling his clit. “Thought you were sensitive, baby?” you asked. He shook his head, deep voice shockingly desperate, “Don’t stop.”

You weren’t done and neither was he.

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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lxvvie · 4 months

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y'all, I made the mistake of revealing that I write fanfiction as a hobby, and when asked about the fandoms I write for, I broke it down as I know best: into cliques. I realize I might be shaking the table but it is what it is.

This is what I said for CoD (I've since add some more stuff):

You got the forever war between Gaz Nation and Gaz Deniers. May or may not be rooted in his attractiveness as a person of color, opinions vary (read: it most definitely is). Bonus points if the racism comes out in full force. DOUBLE/TRIPLE those points if it's expressed using butchered ass AAVE. 🥴

You got the Masked Men Lovers Brigade of which König, Ghost, and Keegan are the patron saints and arguably the holy trinity.

You got the Peepaw Price Lovers who absolutely adore his chonky cheeks, peepaw mannerisms, lumberjack body complete with the slutty waist, and relative long-suffering thanks to the shenanigans of the rest of the crew.

You got the Soap Suds who, I think, have found that relative balance between Johnny being a destructive-as-all-hell force to be reckoned with and the quintessential golden retriever boyfriend. His VA doesn't make it any better apparently lmao.

You got the Ghost lovers who've pretty much diversified him so he can run the gamut of Daddy Dom Extraordinaire™, Babygurl™, Sassy Simon™, and the list is endless. What IS consistent is that someone parked a dump truck on that ass and he has some big ole titties. There's also the subset of people who REALLY, REALLY love Ghost but also think his VA is ugly (which he isn't) while simultaneously thinking that he (Ghost) is supposed to be David Gandy levels of immaculate despite being in active combat. Make it make sense.

There's the Gravediggers who, for the most part, acknowledge their love-hate relationship with Graves and I think that is both hilarious and endearing.

You have the Kult of Köthulhu, König's devoted followers who have allowed him to transcend his gremlin nature to become the long-lost progeny of Cthulhu. Move the fuck over, Cthylla. I kid but he, like Ghost, has also been diversified in terms of his portrayal. And no, he's not a part of 141. Some followers of His Gremliness are also embroiled in a forever war with Gaz Nation so please be safe out there, y'all.

You got the Valeria girlies who want her to sit on their faces. I don't blame them. Please do.

You have the Los Vaqueros crew who need more love shown to them and Pony by Ginuwine is their official theme song thanks to Alejandro Thee Stallion. The less said about the butchered Spanish I've read in some fics, the better.

There's also the Farah Fanatics who rightfully adore her and deserve their flowers just like the rest of the cliques.

There's the Keller Kollective who, I think, tends to intersect with the Farah Fanatics. This lot also deserves their flowers because Keller is a sub absolutely underrated as a character. You'd also be forgiven for thinking he and Price are elated.

You also got the Horangi Horde who, just like Gaz Nation, will RISE TF UP. I think. Hopefully. lmao

And then there's the self-righteous crew who, for whatever reason, seem to think they're above it all and love to police writers on what they write and how they write the characters (we're talking in terms of rather innocuous subjects in the grand scheme of things; the sus shit absolutely needs to be and should be called out). Interestingly enough, this group also seems to forget that they're in the same damn boat by being in the fandom, consuming, and writing about the same characters. The ones who have all the energy but none of the courage even if they say or think they do. Bonus points if they also move like fans. Double/Triple those points if they, too, also use butchered-ass AAVE to make their points. 🥴

The girlies who can't separate fiction from reality and insist on harassing the VAs and their significant others and families because how DARE they have a regular degular life outside of *checks notes* their job. Baby, it was never gonna be you. It will never. be. you.

did I get them all? lmao

#2queued4u.#cod fandom #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty ghosts #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #task force 141 #los vaqueros #kortac #it reads much better as a post because I sounded a hot mess and was flustered as I was explaining it but this was the gist of it lmao.

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skeletalgoats · 6 months

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Could I request for a !sub! Horangi x !Dom! Reader? Here me out :3

Horangi was acting too cocky on how he would be better in bed than you.

He obviously ment it as a joke but you took it a bit too seriously..

Then there he was.

Legs wide open as he whimpered, moaned and whine as you were there inbetween his legs teasing him using your fingers

Adding a finger after another,

As he begged you countless times to cum.

"Better than me?"

Summary: Horangi teased you constantly about how he would be way better than you in bed, but he quickly regretted those words when you had enough

Pairings: Horangi x GN!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, handjob, edging, masturbation, and you being a dick 😒

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I was distracted with trying to work on some male reader fics 😭 also I decided to give Horangi some Y/N energy because I was in a goofy mood and needed to giggle at something ;P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He really only meant it as a joke.

"Please...please I'm sorry I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."

But you most definitely didn't take it as one.

Earlier today, Horangi began teasing you about how he would be so much better in bed than you are.

"You probably couldn't even make me cum once~"

"I could have you screaming my name in seconds~"

"Maybe you're just upset that I can easily draw such noises out of your pretty lips~"

But now there he was, his hands tied to his back with his legs forced wide open for you, as he made all sorts of desperate noises for you.

He would whimper, moan, groan, and let out little gasps and squeaks while you ran you tongue over his throbbing, red, and sensitive cock.

"Please...I take it back...Let me cum please I swear I'll be good for you, I-I swear...please"

He begged, but immediately stopped once you took all of him into your mouth, gliding your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck! Please...." He whimpered, throwing his head back.

He loved the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his shaft.

"I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!"

"Horangi, don't you dare cum yet.Don't you DARE."

But it was too late.

"Please....Please no I'm sorry I didn't mean to..I-I swear it was an accident-"

"Shut up." You interrupted him as you grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed.

You heard a desperate whimper coming from him, pleading that you don't do whatever you're about to do, but you didn't care.You wanted him to learn his lesson.

You grabbed his dick, and started to jack him off at a fast pace.In return for this action you got Horangi bucking his hips up, whimpering.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck please please please...~"

Soon he was close.Really close.

Just as he's about to cum, you let go, watching him cry out as he realizes that his release isn't gonna come easy.

"no no no why would you do that?!"

Tears were streaming down his face.He was sobbing.He was desperate.Very desperate.But then again, he basically asked for this, so that's his fault.

You grabbed his dick again, and just like before, didn't let him cum.

Over and over again, you did the same thing.You grabbed his cock, stroked it until he was close, but never let him cum.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

He with a scream, Horangi kicked you back and snapped the ropes that tied him back.

"I can't do this I need it!I need it so fucking bad!"

And with that, you watched as he grabbed his own cock and jerked himself off, followed up by whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

He was on his back, legs spread out infront of you while his hands glided up and down around his dick fast.It was one of the most pornographic things you have ever seen before.

Within a couple of moments, Horangi cums the hardest he ever has.His semen spurts out from the air to his own stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt good..."

You said nothing, you sat there speechless from what you just saw.

Horangi may not have realized it, but it turns out he still managed to find a way to leave you unsatisfied and flustered, even when he's unaware of his surroundings and what he's doing.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #kim horangi hong jin #horangi x you #horangi smut #horangi x reader #horangi cod #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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ohbo-ohno · 6 months

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What’s a puppy play fic that you want to write but haven’t yet for whatever reason?

oh my god i love this ask so much ty for sending it

ghost caning soap's feet for standing when he should be crawling

prison kingpin ghost x new prisoner soap where ghost forces soap to be his pup in exchange for protection

dom!ghost and his pup soap spot a total brat of a kitty at a BDSM club and attempt to lure her in and keep her for themselves

my serial killer au and conqueror au will both have pet play to some extent! but they're not done so they count as "haven't yet" lol

if i were to ever write a pwp hannibal thing, it would be hannibal hypnotizing will into a puppy headspace as "therapy"

also for pet play recs:

Bunny by atrxcities (Soap x Reader, bunny play)

Mutt by atrxcities (Ghost x Soap x Male!Reader, puppy play)

Testing My Pedigree by ChimaeraCrew & starryathame (Konig x Horangi, puppy play)

Who's A Good Boy? by SmallestBean (Ghost x Soap, puppy play)

Raining Cats and Dogs by 90sSlasherFan (Ghost x Soap, puppy play, MY FUCKING FAVORITE PET PLAY ONESHOT EVER)

call me a dog by terminalhearts (Ghost x Soap, puppy play)

#every rec is pwp btw #asks and answers #recs

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konigschitzo0 · 5 months

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Sugar Daddy Konig (Intro)

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I have a lot planned for this so enjoy! ♡ ♡ ♡

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is sorta an AU.

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You admit it to yourself… being broke and living alone sucks! You work when you can but tonight it's another night alone. Placing your dinner on the coffee table you sit on the couch opening your phone to begin doom scrolling. When the boredom hits, you have an idea to sign up for a sugar daddy app. Just for fun, you think to yourself, nothing could come of it, men are gross…a hot and polite man, spoiling you with everything you wanted, clothes, food, sex…? A smirk begins to form on your face imagining it. You wipe the smirk off your face shaking your head, no man could be so perfect! Maybe you just need some love you delete the stupid app and download Tinder. Again. You begin sinking into the couch now swiping left and right. The app is okay but boys are gross. The boredom is gone and your desperate need for a man is suppressed for now… you pause. Konig. You begin stalking his profile. Something along the lines of being 6’10” and ex-military, hot but what really made you interested was his photos. a mask? In all his pictures he’s is wearing a mask. In the pictures from when he was a military operator, his face is covered, in the pictures of him at the gym a ski mask, even when in a nice suit. What is this guys deal? This is Tinder! How will you judge him correctly without seeing his face! You zoom into all his pictures and squint your eyes to try to get a glimpse of his face, all you see are his beautiful green eyes, peering back at you. You can feel the tension build in your heart a little as you get a closer look, butterflies maybe? You ignore your gut for now but still swipe right.

In the morning you're up at 6 AM for your dead-end job at the local grocery store. You wish you were tired, you crave some excitement. You peak at your phone filled with messages from Tinder and regret not deleting it like the other app, you roll your eyes at the filthy messages men gave you last night. Scrolling through the notifications one catches your eye. Not a corny pickup line, not an inappropriate comment but Konig. Remembering him from last night, your heart skips a beat.

How about dinner tonight, Schatz? Schatz? Is that German?

You reply uninterested. Can't tonight, working.

You place your phone down and begin getting ready for work. In the shower, the only thing on your mind is your loneliness. You stand under the water and look up you start imagining how tall 6’10” would be. Imagining what it must be like to hug someone so tall… to kiss someone so tall. He has to be lying about his height Before you could have a second thought you realize you are thinking about Konig. Scheiße! I MEAN SHIT!! You panic you're even thinking in German! You quickly turn off the water and dry your face attempting to rub any future dirty thoughts off your brain. You cannot believe you were thinking about a man you have never even met! You brush your hair, brush your teeth, and put on makeup nicer than usual. Without giving your subconscious a second to think twice. You pick up your phone.

You double-text Konig. Ew, I seem desperate. I get off at 6, where are we going?

You get dressed in casual clothes, grab the keys, and head out the door. Down the stairs of your apartment and out another door. Feeling like you're in a nervous rush after leaving for you… a risky text message. Exciting. The morning air hits you and the day is beautiful. You begin walking to your car. Your neighbor is out already, leaning on his motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. Next to your car, not an uncommon sight but he sure is cute so you don't mind. Does he park it there on purpose? Does he wait for me? You're pretty sure he lives on your floor too. “Good morning, Hong-jin, beautiful day for a ride!” You say smiling. “It's so good to see that smile, want a ride to work again today? I have time to kill.” He says smiling in return. You always take him up on his offers. You pretend like you're not trying to feel his body during the rides, but you can't help but hold him tight while the motorcycle rumbles beneath both of you and not just cause you have to, you want to. Sometimes his shirt even rolls up and you have to hold back. You rest your head on his chiseled back while going down long roads. You look down at him his legs look sexy in those motorcycle pants, but maybe it's what's in between them that you really want. You think more about the rides you've had with him he rides just right, so smooth, and never too fast. You totally do not have a crush on your neighbor…Today though you reconsider his offer it’ll be hard to hide your date from him. He will call you after work and ask if you’ll need a ride back home. Hoping your date will pick you up from work at the very least before he takes you to Olive Garden. Fuck Konig you're closer to Kim anyway and if he stands you up you'll always have him to fuck. You finally realize your neighbor has a crush on you too. You snap out of your thoughts “Sure! Hong-jin I would love to!” you say happily. You open the trunk of your car and grab the expensive helmet he bought you, he wanted you to be as safe as possible. How sweet, you really do like it when men buy you things. “You are full of smiles today this morning, huh beautiful?” Hong-jin says teasingly after noticing you smile at the helmet and the idea of riding with him. He puts out his cigarette. “I'm just really excited to ride you. I MEAN ride with you!” Your voice cracks. Horangi smirks and puts on his helmet It is white with tiger decals on the sides and Horangi written on the back, you only call him that when he's got the helmet on, you wonder what it even means. Who cares he's so attractive you slam your trunk put on your helmet and hop on the back after him. Using his arm he offered to help you hop up. You immediately wrap your arms around his perfect body in excitement. You think you hear him giggle in delight underneath his helmet. When he turns the key into the bike and revs it up you are very aware of your pussy vibrating on the seat with each rev of the bike. Your pussy is just so close to him you almost get the feeling to dry hump him right then and there. Boy, do motorcycles turn you on. It was going to be a long day.

You arrive at work after an exciting ride without cuming in your pants… You hop off and thank Horangi holding back from ripping off his helmet and kissing him in the parking lot. You wave goodbye and walk in holding your helmet. You open your phone for 7 AM clock in. KONIG! You roll your eyes, thinking you’ve already found love in your Horangi, you guys are practically married!

I think you will like it. I will pick you up, ja? You panic! In your work clothes? Why is he so stern? Then again you were blunt with him.

Somewhere I can wear my work clothes, something casual?

I can fix that. Please come with me tonight?? He is begging…

You reply. I guess. *work address* be here at 6:15

NEXT PART <333

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