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Call of Duty Headcanon : Felix "König" Oravec

Disclaimer: This is my personal head cannon for König, who I named Felix Oravec. Most are different from standard head cannon, including how he looks.

Call Sign: König

Name : Felix Oravec

Alias(es) : König, Felix

Gender : Male

Birthday : August 15

Nationality : Austrian

Place of Birth : Vienna, Austria

Spoken Language(s): Austrian, German, English

Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

6'6" with an athletic and muscular build

Has short brown hair and blue eyes.

Blue-gray eyes and tanned complexion, with multiple scars from his missions all over his body

Visible facial scar under his left eye, reddish scar.

Typically wears tactical gear and a menacing sniper mask that covers his face.

BACKGROUND

Childhood

König was born to a middle-class family in Austria and raised in a household dominated by his mother, a tough-minded and driven woman who worked hard to provide for them ever since the sudden death of his father in a freak car accident. She had worked hard to make ends meet, often leaving König to his own devices as she worked late nights to provide for their small family.

König's father was originally from Slovakia, and upon marriage, his mother decided to take on his last name which was "Ovarek."

König had grown up feeling like an outsider, always on the fringes of the activities that seemed to fill the days of the other children. Growing up, he was an anxious child who was bullied both at home and in school. He was often the target of ridicule and mockery, and he never felt like he belonged anywhere.

For years, König kept this sense of isolation buried deep within him, only occasionally manifesting in moments of intense fear or sadness. But when he became a teenager, his feelings of abandonment and displacement began to take on a more aggressive form. He lashed out at his teachers and classmates, retreating further into himself in the process.

König's mother, sensing the growing darkness in her son, urged him to take up a hobby to help him channel his emotions. He chose rugby, a sport that he found to be both physically and mentally demanding. He trained diligently, pushing himself to be the best he could be. Eventually, his dedication paid off, and he rose to become one of the top rugby players in the region.

The sport gave König a sense of purpose, but it also led him to contemplate his place in the world. He finally comprehended what it meant to stand out from the crowd, and wanted to make use of this new insight to shape the world around him.

Early Military

At age seventeen, König made up his mind to join the military in an effort to start anew. König's journey in the military was a transformational one. Although physical training and discipline were of utmost importance, it was the mental journey that truly shaped him as an individual. He found himself becoming increasingly aware of his environment and the people around him, honing his ability to see things from different perspectives. At last, he felt like he belonged somewhere.

He was driven by a new sense of purpose, determined to use his newfound understanding of the world to make a difference in it. He quickly rose through the ranks, becoming known for his bravery on the battlefield and his commitment to protecting the lives of those around him.

However, König soon realized that the battlefield could not be won with only physical strength—it took intelligence and persuasion as well. As he progressed further up through the ranks, König began to incorporate strategies such as diplomacy and negotiation into his combat strategies, allowing him to accomplish objectives without resorting to violence when possible.

His leadership style had earned him a great deal of respect from both superiors and comrades alike, and he was recommended to join the Austrian Jagdkommando.

Austrian Jagdkommando to KorTac

After 5 years as a soldier, he took his commanders recommendation and made the decision to join the Austrian Jagdkommando. The Austrian Jagdkommando - "JaKdo" for short - drew him in because of their motto "Never Retreat" and notorious vigor.

He was one of the youngest individuals to pass the Physical Fitness Test of the Austrian Jagdkommando after completing The Pre-Selection process called AU Testung. He was one of 15% of the candidates to make it through the selection and training phase.

He served with the Jagdkommando for several years until he was honorably discharged after a pivotal mission, the same mission where he received his call name “König.”

REPUTATION AND SPECIALTIES

Reputation: Known for his fearlessness. Willing to charge into any situation, guns blazing. Earned the nickname "The Battering Ram" for busting down doors and being great as an insertion and breaching operative.

Specialties: CQB breaching, close quarters combat, weapons proficiency. CQB combat, breaching doors, insertion tactics, close-quarters weapons like shotguns and SMGs. Surprisingly agile for his size.

Weapon of Choice: Jagdkommando knife, SCAR assault rifle kitted for aggressive pushing. Also carries a sidearm. Armsel Striker semi-auto 12-gauge shotgun loaded with breaching rounds. Also carries a .45 ACP SMG.

Callsign Backstory: König earned his call sign “König” meaning “King” during his time in the Austrian military. During one pivotal mission, König's unit was tasked with raiding a human trafficking ring operating out of an old warehouse.

The traffickers were heavily armed and used civilians as human shields. König's commanding officer ordered the unit to stand down, fearing civilian casualties, and requesting additional backup.

But König disobeyed orders, charging into the warehouse alone. He moved with ruthless efficiency, gunning down 12 enemy combatants in close quarters without harming any hostages. When the dust settled, the hostages surrounded König, calling him their savior. One little girl looked up at the imposing soldier in his black mask and said "You're like a king, sent to rescue us."

From that day on, König was bestowed the call sign König - the German word for "King." It signifies his bravery in combat and willingness to put his life on the line to protect the innocent. The call sign stuck with him into his mercenary days, a reminder of how one man's valor can make a difference.

While he went against orders, the fact he saved so many civilians and also protected his commanding officer during battle earned him an honorable discharge.

PERSONALITY

Looks intimidating but has a big heart. He wants to use his skills to save lives and fight evil.

Wears his signature black mask during missions to keep anonymity. Contrary to rumors, he does remove his black mask when outside of missions, and when out and about with teammates and when in civilian settings.

Prefers to let his actions speak for themselves. However, can also clearly articulate himself when necessary in a direct way.

Though he's normally reserved, he opens up over drinks with his teammates, or in 1:1 chats, revealing more of his dark humor.

He is not a big fan of drinking, and often limits himself to one beer and/or a shot during the rare occasions he is hanging out with others. He prefers to remain sober as much as he could, not wanting to ever be like his mother who had been an abusive alcoholic. In addition, his training in Jagdkommando has taught him the importance of having his wits about him as much as possible just in case.

RELATIONSHIPS / LOVE LIFE

He is not close to his mother whom he hasn’t spoken to since he left the home at 17 years old. His mother assumes he is dead, something he wants to keep that way, as they’ve been estranged and she had been an abusive and alcoholic to him growing up.

Though he has had romantic trysts in the past, he tends to avoid them or any serious relationships that may compromise him. His first loyalty is to his mission and team. Deep down though–although he tries to deny it–he does have a wish to one day meet someone who’d accept him wholeheartedly and who he can open up to.

Love is not something that comes easily to König. His traumatic upbringing and focus on his duties have made it difficult for him to open up emotionally. He has had a few fleeting romantic encounters over the years, but nothing meaningful.

König had a brief romance with someone during his early military service in Austria. They parted ways when König decided to join Jagdkommando, but he still fondly remembers their time together as one of the few times he was able to be vulnerable with someone.

Now in his early 30s, König leads an isolated life, pouring all his energy into the mission at hand. While some may desire a family or relationship, he does not feel he could balance the life of a soldier with deeper personal connections.

Though seen as cold and intimidating by many, there are rare glimpses of warmth and humanity in König when he bonds with his fellow operatives. He remains fiercely devoted to his makeshift family within KorTac, willing to lay down his life for them if needed.

For now, the team and pursuit of the greater good is König's reason for being. He finds satisfaction in serving a purpose higher than himself. Any thoughts of romance will have to wait until he fulfills his personal unfinished mission. Underneath the mask lies a heart that, while wary, still hopes to find connection one day.

INTEREST AND HOBBIES

König spends time at the shooting range honing his marksmanship and speed drills to stay sharp with firearms and tactical weapons. He also has an impressive collection of guns stashed in his apartment.

König is particularly keen on hand-to-hand combat training, such as Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, and Muay Thai, and spends a large portion of his days practicing these martial arts at an MMA gym to strengthen his agility.

When he's not on a mission, König likes to go backpacking with full gear and trek into the wilderness for days; this helps him hone his survival skills and provides peace from busy city life. Being close to nature also allows him to indulge in his childhood passion: drawing and sketching landscapes and people in his pocket sketchbook.

König prefers listening to all varieties of rock music and enjoys watching live bands perform. He favors watching bands at smaller, more intimate gigs over larger festivals or arena shows. When not working out or on a mission, he generally listens to calmer sounds instead of aggressive music.

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gghalcyon · 10 months

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KÖNIG: Do you remember the last time we went out to the movies, Leibling? YOU: I remember our date, baby, but I can't tell you much about the movie we "watched" because someone was very distracting. KÖNIG: You were the distraction, Leibling, especially in that red dress. How you moved against my fingers while you tried to keep quiet. Those beautiful legs spread wide open just for me.

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Flashback to Your Date at the Movies

When you had entered the theater on one of your dates with König, it was almost like a ghost town. Except for three other patrons scattered near the back, there was nothing but silence in the air. You felt grateful for this private setting; so much that you held on to König's arm tightly as you two made your way to the center row.

As soon as you situated yourself comfortably between him and the aisle, the movie began playing on the screen. It was an old classic about a man looking for his lost love in outer space, and both of you were equally entranced by its charm. Your head lay snugly against his shoulder as you held hands, and he could feel your gaze intermittently shift towards him, accompanied by whispered comments and reactions. He smiled silently each time until he felt something more than just a warm hand resting atop his thigh.

He glanced away from the movie to find your eyes already focused on him, filled with merriment and a silent challenge that he couldn't ignore. You raised an eyebrow, seemingly aware of the effect that your gentle caressing had on him as his arousal throbbed under your grasp. "Is everything okay?" You breathed softly--playfully-- into his ear before returning your attention back to the show, leaving him speechless.

He leaned down against your ear, sending a thrill through your body as his hot breath trickled across your skin. His whisper was like molten chocolate, cascading through every part of you, "Absolutely."

He slowly tilted your face towards him and gave you a tender kiss on the neck. He expertly wound his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him in an embrace that made your heart quicken in anticipation.

You could sense how grateful König was that no one else was seated behind you—the rows were empty and several more separated you from the other patrons who were intently watching the film. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, he began tracing circles on your bare shoulder with the hand from his arm around your shoulders. Slow and steady, his piercing eyes never leaving the screen--pretending he was still watching-- he continued to tantalize your exposed shoulder, thankful for the red dress you had chosen that night.

Your skin had been silky against his touch, and though you tried to pretend that you were still engrossed in the movie, his nearness was overwhelming. You moved ever so slightly, tracing circles around the hardness of his erection tucked away in his black jeans. Teasing him, showing him how much you wanted him.

König removed his arm from around your shoulders and placed it between your legs. When he began trailing up your legs, pushing your red dress higher with each pass of his fingers, you gasped quietly and held your breath. His strong hands stayed just beneath the heat of your inner thighs, unmoving and expectant.

You licked your lips, biting down on your bottom lip, stifling a moan, as you felt your arousal intensify. Your body moved against his palm as if on their own accord, desiring him to explore further beyond the thin fabric separating you.

"König," you whispered his name. You wanted more; yearned for more contact.

König looked deep into your eyes this time, his blue eyes pouring out all the desire that had been stirring inside of him, knowing he'd be leaving you for another mission in a week's time. He could no longer restrain himself as his hands inched past your panties to find your slick folds.

He grinned at you devilishly as he moved his hands against your softness, as your fingers tantalized his hardness. "Please," you murmured pleadingly as you arched into him, opening your legs wider for him. His fingers against you driving you crazy.

König felt a mix of pleasure and anticipation as the wetness between your legs grew ever more evident through your lacy panties. And he gave in to what you wanted, as he tenderly drew the lace aside, exposing your slick, shaved mound, and he began to stroke your quivering folds with precise gentle and hard motions.

His eyes never strayed from yours as his hand explored further, flicking across your most sensitive spot until you gasped out loud in delight.

"Shhh," he whispered against your ear.

You purse your lips, doing your best to stifle a moan, as you wriggled against him to seek out that perfect sensation before pushing down onto his two fingers still exploring within you.

A low moan escaped your lips, thankfully masked by the crashing symphony of soundtracks that filled the cinema.

You met König's gaze as you rode his fingers, relishing in the sensation that coursed through your veins when he added his thumb to the sensual experience. He drove you insane, as an overwhelming need for him--to take him, taste him, ride him--takes over.

Your hands scrambled with his belt, desperate to give him the same pleasure you were receiving. He stayed your movements, pushing your hands away as he whispered against your ear: "Not here." His breath sent shivers down your spine and then a small chuckle followed by "I want you to ride my fingers, Mein Süßi."

And so you did - faster and faster until his digits dug deep into you, each stroke of his thumb sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. Your slick walls squeezing his fingers, imagining it was his hard cock you were riding with abandon until you felt something building and building within you. Desperately wanting release yet still aware that if anyone looked over they'd take note of what was going on in their midst, you do your best to steady your breathing and your motion.

As if sensing your innermost desires, König's baritone whispered encouragement, "Don't hold back." He urges you to keep riding, your slickness covering his fingers, dripping down the side of your legs.

You felt your breath deepen and quicken as he expertly moved his long fingers over you, inside of you--in and out.

You grew hot and slick against him, pleasure rising in intensity until it reached its peak. "Oh god," you thought just before realizing you'd said this out loud. König leaned closer and pressed his lips to yours in a hushed, intense kiss that sealed your fate, sending you crashing into bliss as you contracted around his fingers and melted in his arms, as you came undone in his arms.

You panted heavily as König withdrew his hands from your body, and as you crashed into a blissful abyss, you watched him wipe away the dampness with a napkin nearby. Tenderly yet still unfazed, he smoothed down your skirt before tucking the napkin in his pocket.

You blushed with embarrassment as you realized what had happened. You fidgeted next to him, and König couldn't help but smirk, feeling your movements as you snuggled closer to him, both of you wearing mischievous grins.

He lovingly caressed your neck then softly kissed it. His lips moved tantalizingly towards yours and soon they locked in a passionate kiss. You felt an insatiable desire to be closer to him. Your heart raced and heat was radiating from both of your bodies as the movie came to an end.

Neither one of you wanted to leave the theater, wanting to savor this moment for just a few seconds longer. Glad that everyone seemed oblivious to what transpired between the two of you, and both of you feeling like you had gotten away with the most mischievous thing in the world together.

When the movie finished and the credit rolled, the lights flickered on and König grabbed your hand, pressing it tenderly against his smooth lips. You allowed him to lead you out of the movie theater, praying that what you both had just done wasn't too obvious in your faces.

You glance up at your man who had a satisfied smile on his lips, his face flushed. He noticed you looking and returned your gaze.

"König...I have never done something like that before," you said breathlessly.

"Neither have I, and I'm glad we did it together. You were amazing."

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gghalcyon · 10 months

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KÖNIG: Liebling, are you awake? Can we talk over the video link? It's been so long. Not sure when the next chance will be. Missing you like crazy. YOU: Send me the link, baby 🥰 ❤️. I can't wait to see your face and hear your voice again. It's been too long. I can't wait, baby.

It's a rare occasion to have a video call with you. Usually when you do it means Konig must be in a main headquarters as his team reconvenes as part of their mission. You don't care about the details; you're just happy to see your boyfriend's handsome face smiling at you on the other side of the screen. You both smile from ear to ear, saying sweet nothings and words of how much you miss one another.

You observe his features and notice new scars on his face, a fresh cut on the top of his left brow, and an unmistakable weariness about him. He looks tired, exhausted from his missions. You wish you could wipe away his tiredness, hope you could kiss it away. But you can't. He's on the other side of the world, and all you have is this short time together through video. You know he only has 15 minutes with you. There are others that wait to call their loved ones too. Right now, though, you want him to know just how much you miss him and give him the respite he desperately needs.

You shift in your seat, standing and pushing it aside. You're standing right in front of the camera on your desktop computer, and your bed is visible behind you. You brush away any nervousness, determined to please and show him exactly how much you miss him. You show him what you're wearing, his large shirts that you slowly and playfully lift up and remove. You take the shirt off and throw it aside, revealing your pert breasts and curves. You’re not wearing a bra, only a cotton black thong.

He gasps and adjusts himself in his seat. "You're far too stunning for words, my pet. What do you have in mind?"

"I'm going to show you how much I miss you." You start swaying your hips in a slow and tantalizing dance, twirling and moving your body sensually. You move your hands all over your body, caressing yourself.

You can feel his eyes boring into you, making you even more aroused. You slide your hands up and down your body, over your thighs, and then up to your breasts and back again. His breathing quickens as you go on, and you can sense the arousal in his voice.

"Get on the bed," he orders, the desperation in his voice clear as he adjusts himself underneath his tactical pants. You know he won't touch himself, relishing in the torture of watching you pleasure yourself. He memorizes your body with his eyes, committing it to memory for later. Now, though, he wants to see just how much you miss him, how much you want him— and you willingly comply.

You walk towards the bed, a seductive sway in your hips, and slowly lie down. The camera is positioned perfectly, and you can already feel the phantom stares of an audience that isn't there. Opening your legs and pushing your underwear to the side, you show him just how wet you already are for him. Your hand finds its way to your clit and starts to rub circles around it, imagining it's his hands and mouth instead of exploring every inch of your body. Pleasure rushes through you like waves crashing against the shore.

"I'm thinking of you right now," you whisper between moans, "the way you touch me makes me wild with your fingers."

Your words reverberate through the speakers, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze even from miles away. You can almost sense him beside you, intensifying your pleasure with every stroke of his fingertips you imagine. As your breathing quickens, you start to move faster, yearning for a release that seems just out of reach.

He moans at your words, his voice thick with longing as he demands something more over the static sound. You arch your back off the bed and spread your legs wider in an invitation, wishing he could be here to touch you.

"Insert another one, my love," he urges. You comply by pushing two of your fingers inside of you while your other hand continues to caress your clit with firm strokes. With each thrust of your fingers, pleasure builds within you, and you moan softly, aware that nobody is listening but him. The notion only sends a wave of slickness between your legs.

"Faster," he says. "Pretend it's me you're riding, my love."

You start rocking against your hand, feeling waves of pleasure crest like a raging sea. You can almost feel him there with you, his hands on your hips pushing you further until you finally can't take anymore. You cry out his name as an orgasm pulses through your body, leaving you feeling breathless and exhausted but still wanting him.

You lie there panting, trying to comprehend the force of what has just happened. You wish he was right with you; you wish he was touching himself and that you came together, but this time is for giving him the vivid memory of your longing for him.

"My sweet, I wish I was there," he says from the speakers. His voice is gentle and comforting even though he's so far away. You are thankful for the reminder that despite the space between you, there is still a powerful connection between you, fueled by love and desire.

You close your eyes, imagining what it would be like to have him in your arms right now, wrapping you up in his warmth and love. You take a deep breath and smile as you let these thoughts wash over you.

You whisper softly, "I know eventually we'll be right here together, my love."

"Can't wait until that day," he says ardently, the emotion in his voice resonating through you and making your heart swell with bliss and expectation.

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König: I thought about the night we went camping, Mein Süßi. You rode my tongue and fingers like you couldn't get enough. So wild and sloppy, and so fucking beautiful. I covered your mouth to keep you quiet. We didn't want the others nearby to hear us, right? 😈

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The night air was heavy with the scent of wildflowers, and the stars twinkled in the deep indigo sky like a million tiny gems. You and König had snuck back into your tent after midnight, and you were both grateful for the cover and shelter it provided from the oppressive summer heat.

You curled against König's bare chest, your face nestled into the crook of his shoulder and neck, and your fingers tracing gentle, soothing circles on his warm skin. You could hear his steady heartbeat and feel the evenness of his breath. A soft silence settled over the tent, punctuated only by the occasional sound of an owl hooting in the distance. Camping together was something you both enjoyed, being close to nature, and especially experiencing it with each other.

While you were both still and a relaxed, there was a vibrancy and electricity between you both like a live wire. Sexual tension grew as König softly touched your back, tracing random shapes against your soft skin. A feeling of contentment filled your entire body, a sense of utter peace. Nothing existed beyond the two of you in that little moment—not the heat, not the passing of time, not even what was going on outside the tent—just König and you and the tenderness and want radiating between you.

König hands moved under your shirt as he leaned in and kissed you, and you began to moan in delight at where he was escalating your experience to. He started to undress you, and you let him, as you also took his clothes off until both of you were naked under each other's gaze.

As König's lips danced over your collarbone, you arched your back and sighed softly, enjoying every tantalizing touch. Your fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair as he trailed kisses down your chest. He cupped, caressed, and kissed your supple breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth after the other as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and valley. You leaned into his touch, enjoying how easily he could turn you into liquid.

You felt his arousal between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your thigh, making you want to feel and taste it between your lips. You want him to be admired; you want him to feel just how wonderful you'll make him feel with your tongue and mouth.

König studied you, his eyes smoldering. He was so long and hard and begging to be touched by you, that you’re salivating at the prospect.

“What do you have in mind?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing with need.

You found your voice, equally needy and desperate, giving him your promise. “I'm going to make you come so hard, baby," you said, as you gently pushed him onto his back and take your place between his legs.

You admired the sight of your giant before you. You traced König's thigh with delicate fingers, feeling him shudder as you then brushed against his throbbing cock. You grabbed it tightly in your palm, and he shivered as you ran the tip of it along your lips. Wet and slippery, his pre-cum coating your lips and making them glisten. He liked it when you did that.

With a teasing lick, you tasted the slickness of his arousal, and you could feel the tension becoming unbearable as he fought to restrain himself from taking over. But you wanted him to surrender to your touch, to moan in pleasure as you pleasured him into oblivion. You wanted to feel him explode inside your mouth and relish in the sensation of his innermost desires being fulfilled.

He trembled and gasped at the sensation of your lips on his hard cock, and you looked up at him with a hungry desire. In one movement you take him deeper into your throat until you could feel every vein against the back of your tongue. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you slid him out and then back in again while your fingers dug into his thigh to increase the intensity of each thrust. He moaned louder than before and lost himself in the pleasure of it all.

"Liebling--fuck!--that is so gut…" He growled as you began a rhythm, and dammit, for a moment, he was lost for words, his mouth opened wide as if in awe. You had him in your mouth, licking and sucking his cock with an intensity that drove him wild. His hips instinctively moved against you as you pleasured him with so much enthusiasm and expertise. You knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

You knew what had to be done; felt the tingle in your core at the excitement of the thought of König using your mouth roughly and fucking it senselessly. You knew he just needed the permission and needed you to initiate it because König was a gentle lover most times unless when you told him not to. And right now, you didn't want soft and gentle. You wanted rough and powerful and in charge König.

So you press König's left hand to the back of your head and beg him to take control. You pull back, meet his gaze, and he watched in rapt attention as you let his cock leave your mouth with a loud "pop" while a trail of saliva trickled down the side of your smiling lips.

"Fuck my mouth, baby," you begged because you want nothing more than for him to fuck your mouth hard.

His fingers instinctively threaded through your hair as you take him in deep in the warmth of your mouth. He gave you what you wanted—fucking your tight lips with his cock. You breathe through your nose and relaxed your throat, having experienced deep throating him after almost a year together and many sensual experiences together. You're a fast learner; once you learn, you never forget. Especially when it was about him, your man, your giant.

You felt his hips pushing forward with each thrust, his hand guiding your head to a steady pace, until his coach digging deeper and deeper into your throat. You eagerly took him in, loving how much you're driving him wild and enjoying his taste. There was a power in you pleasing him like this, knowing that only you could bring this giant to the very edge.

König was close; you could feel it. Every thrust shook him with pleasure, and his breathing grew heavier as he inched closer to the edge. You matched his movements, tightening your lips around him and increasing your pace as your hands caressed his muscular thighs.

You could feel him tensing up, waiting for the perfect moment to let himself go. With one final push, he gripped your head firmly and sent a wave of pleasure over you as he came with a deep, reverberating growl. His climax spilled against your tongue, and you swallowed every last drop like a thirsty woman, ensuring nothing was left. You enjoyed his taste before slowly releasing his cock from your grip, savoring in the aftershocks of his orgasmic bliss.

He pulled away, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure radiated down his spine. You looked up at him, eyes wide, hair wild and disheveled, and your lips curved in the most beautiful and smug smiles he's ever seen that he couldn't help but reflect back.

König's pupils were dilated with awe and wonder. He touched your flushed cheeks lightly and kissed your lips uninhibitedly, not caring that he could taste himself as your tongues intertwined. He lifted you up until you were straddling him. You looked down at the love of your life, this giant that you captured staring at you like you're the goddess of his dreams as he ran his rough callus hands over your smooth skin, caressing and squeezing, and loving on you as if he never wanted you to be a dream that would fade away.

Electricity coursed through your body. You were his goddess of sex he worshiped and adored. You shivered against him as you leaned in and captured his lips again until you felt him harden. That was one of many things you loved about him, his stamina, and his ardent sexual need.

"You are incredible, Liebling," he whispered against your neck, nipping it gently, making sure to leave a mark, so others would see the next day that you were all his, and only his.

He gently guided you on your back, lowered himself so that he was faced to faced with your slick, wet folds. He parts you open, and you swear you were gushing just for him, your body feeling so hot to his touch.

His gaze is intense as he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose on the inner parts of your thigh, relishing in your arousal, so close to his lips. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Liebling. So fucking hard you'll scream."

That was his promise to you, and you knew he'd fulfill it with all the gusto of a well trained military operative. He never failed at his promises or missions. You and your pussy was his mission.

"Baby," you said nervously as you feel his breath against your core, your legs stretched out in anticipation, "I don't want other people near us to hear."

He gave you a wink, a smirk and replied, "Well, I guess you'll just have to manage not to be too loud, my love."

And with that, he proceeded to lavish you.

His tongue and fingers worked their magic, courting bolts of pleasure through you with each teasing lick and thrust. He found your sensitive clit and nuzzled it with his lips while plunging his long fingers deep into your core. You're tight and wet, just as he likes it, and delicious like honey against his lips. He ravished you.

He then crooked his fingers against the perfect spot inside you, causing an uncontrollable gush of wetness to pour down your thighs. Ah, he knew exactly how to find that special spot that made you so undeniably wet, that you were certain you've soaked the sleeping bag beneath you.

His fingers were coated in your arousal as he thrusted them in and out of you, faster and faster, each stroke more demanding than the last. The sound of your moans and wetness slapping against his expertly crafted fingers and the slobbery sound of his lips licking and sucking your clit, pushed you further over the edge.

Were you making too much noise? Did others know what you were doing? Did you care? - Thoughts raced through your head only to dissipate as your body was wracked with powerful pleasure that shocked you to your core.

"König! Uhnn! Baby--Oh. My. God!" You nearly screamed, only muffled by his hands clamped over your mouth to quiet you, but the moans kept coming because he wasn't stopping.

He continued to plunge into you, one hand covering your mouth while the other hand continued its maddeningly pleasurable movement inside you.

He pushed past all boundaries you didn't realize you had until all there remained was wanton and crazy bliss, and you, with your eyes rolling back at the intense feeling of being cherished and loved by the giant of a man before you.

Your legs shook and flailed uncontrollably in rapture. More. You wanted so much more. You liked it harder, you wanted to be consumed, and at the same time, it was all too much that you felt you were losing your mind as he fucked you with his fingers and continued to worship all of you.

König's eyes fixed on you as he drove his fingers deeper and faster into you. It was too much! You were only coming down from your first orgasm when you were on the brink of another one. With every thrust of his skilled hands, your pleasure heightened even more. He seemed to study your reactions, determined not to miss a moment.

Your breathing became heavier as the sensations started to overwhelm you. Your body began to tense up, and König knew it was almost time. He let out a husky growl as he pushed harder and deeper into you, wringing every last bit of pleasure from your body as he moved you closer and closer to the edge. His lips pressed harder against your clit, sucking, nibbling--it felt glorious.

You were at his complete mercy now, totally and utterly lost in the ecstasy that was König's touch. Tears started streaming down your face as his fingers moved in perfect unison with each other inside you. He kept pushing until you could no longer tolerate the overwhelming sensation of his fingers and tongue on you. You then finally screamed his name in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave.

König kept exploring your body with his hands long after the intensity of your pleasure had subsided. He caressed all your most sensitive spots until they relaxed and trembled from the post-orgasmic afterglow. Finally, he removed his hand from your mouth, allowing sweet gasps for air to fill the silent tent once again before crashing down in exhaustion onto the sleeping bag next to you.

You lay there enjoying the blissful aftermath of what happened, feeling incredibly safe in König's arms despite being completely exposed and vulnerable moments ago. You looked up at him adoringly and whispered “thank you" for such an intense experience before rolling over and snuggling against him in contentment.

"'Thank you'?" He grinned, "That good, my love?"

You giggled and nodded, "That's an understatement. It was absolutely amazing."

"Gut. My wild one only deserves the best."

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Bucky met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss.

Title: The Sweetest Risk | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Rating: General | Words: Part 1/1 (1053 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky Fleur De Louve Month 2023 - Week 1, Day 2 Prompt: “Sweet Potato Pie” | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes shoots his shot and asks Sarah Wilson on a date.

Bucky smiled as he carefully balanced two white boxes with two pies from Sarah's favorite bakery downtown in one hand and a paper bag with an armful of flowers in the other. He stepped up to her porch two at a time and knocked on her door. When she opened it, Sarah smiled widely when she saw the pies and flowers and hugged Bucky.

He had decided to bring something special for Sarah when she had invited him over for dinner with her brother Sam and her boys. He had remembered Sam mentioning that sweet potato pie was Sarah's favorite, so he had gone downtown to her favorite bakery and picked up two. He also couldn't resist buying her a bouquet of flowers, hoping it'd show her his intention to get to know her better.

As Sarah invited him inside, Bucky couldn't help but notice how the dim light of her living room made her eyes sparkle. He had always felt a connection to her, and he cherished how welcoming she was to him.

Dinner was a lively affair, with Sarah's two kids, AJ and Cass, eagerly relating stories of their school day and Sarah's laughter easily filling the room. Bucky smiled, noticing how comfortable and at ease everyone seemed in her presence. As they ate, conversation flowed effortlessly among them--talking about books they had read, the latest movies, politics, and even the quirky neighbor down the street.

Amidst all this, Bucky found himself stealing glances at Sarah from time to time. He couldn't help but be drawn to her vibrant spirit and easy warmth surrounding their dinner table. Whenever his gaze met hers, she smiled knowingly back at him, and he felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine each time they locked eyes.

After dinner, Sam challenged his nephews to a race of their new toy trucks in the living room. The kids cheered and squealed in delight as their little vehicles zoomed around on the carpet.

Bucky smiled as he watched the kids laughing and racing their little toy trucks around the living room. They were so carefree and happy in that moment, making him feel happy for them.

He and Sarah soon went about cleaning up the dinner they had shared. Sarah had prepared a delicious meal, and Bucky noticed how peaceful and comfortable the kitchen was compared to the chaos in the other room. As they worked together, they kept up a steady conversation about movies, books, and other topics easily.

Bucky couldn't help but steal glances at Sarah as they worked. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun, revealing her soft neckline, and she had ditched her sweater in the kitchen's warmth. He was struck by how casually beautiful she was--he noticed how her eyes lit up when she talked about something she was passionate about or how her lips slightly curved upwards into an easy smile when she laughed at one of his jokes.

Bucky and Sarah continued to clean together comfortably. As Bucky reached for a plate, Sarah's hand accidentally brushed against his metal arm. He instinctively tensed, expecting her to recoil from the reminder of his dark past.

But instead, she simply smiled softly and gave him an understanding look. Sarah didn't flinch away. Instead, her fingers lingered, openly grazing along the smooth metal plates. She touched his arm as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Just like she had accepted every part of him since they first met, seeing him for who he was now, not who he used to be.

At that moment, Bucky felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He met Sarah's warm gaze, noticing the way her eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled at him, and he found himself drawing closer to her, wanting badly to capture her lips in his in a gentle kiss. She inched forward to meet his, but Sam's voice in the other room distracted them and she pulled away.

From the living room, Sam's voice rang out. "Cass, no throwing the trucks!" Then softer, to himself, "Definitely gotta talk to Bucky about flirting with my sister..."

Bucky ducked his head sheepishly, but Sarah just grinned and playfully bumped his shoulder. "Don't worry about him," she whispered. As she slid her hand down Bucky's metal arm, he shivered pleasantly.

"It's nice getting to spend time with you tonight," she said softly. "Joining us for dinner meant a lot for the boys."

"Just the boys?" Bucky couldn't help but shoot his shot, feeling a connection grow between them.

Sarah smiled beautifully at him. "It meant a lot to me too. I figured you'd already know that."

Bucky swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest as he nervously looked into Sarah's eyes. He wanted to make the most of this moment, to express the feelings he had been harboring for her since they had first met.

"Maybe next time you'll let me cook for you, just us two," he blurted out, instantly regretting how cheesy it sounded.

Sarah tilted her head and gave him a small grin. "Yeah?"

The corners of Bucky's mouth lifted into a timid smile as Sarah waited patiently for his response. He nodded slowly, feeling bolder than before. He stepped closer and caught her hand, gently running his thumb over her knuckles. "Go on a date with me, Sarah?"

Sarah blushed and looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes bright and her smile as beautiful as ever. "Yes. I'd really like that, Bucky."

Bucky couldn't help but smile widely and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. This amazing woman was going to give him a shot.

The two of them stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Sam's voice interrupted them from the living room. "You two almost done in there?" they heard Sam call out.

Bucky and Sarah shared knowing glances and chuckled to themselves. Sarah called back to Sam jokingly, "Almost," before returning to Bucky.

Yeah, he was definitely in trouble here with Sam for asking Sarah out on a date. But one look at her glowing smile made him think some risks are worth taking.

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König: I've been craving your touch all day, Mein Süßi. You: Thinking about you too, baby. Longing to have you close to me. The sensation of your hands, your body against mine, bathing in the scent of you. I miss you. König: Just think of me pressing you against the wall, caressing you, feeling your body respond to my touch. Are you aching for me, Mein Süßi? You: Yes, baby. I want you to take control and ravish me, make me forget my name and drive me wild with desire. You know exactly what I need and I'm ready for you to give it to me. I want you to show me how much you need me, and I'm ready to let you. Konig: Gut. I'm ready to take you, my sweet. I can already feel my body trembling with anticipation. I can't wait to see the look in your eyes when I take you, to feel your body quiver and surrender to me. Every inch of you is mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it.

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KONIG: Imagining what I'll do to you when I return, Mein Süßi. I'll start by kissing your lips, touching you all over, feeling your soft skin. Kissing your neck, feeling the softness of your breast, and taking one nipple after the other in my mouth until you moan for me, making me rock hard. I want to be inside you, throw your legs on my shoulders, and get as deep as I can until you're screaming my name. YOU: I love the thought of that so SO much, baby. I wish I wasn't at work right now 😭 , especially since you got me turned on. Now I'll be distracted thinking of you. Not fair 🥺. KONIG: Good 😈😈😈. I want you to think of me while you work, Mein Süßi. What time do you get home? YOU: In a few hours. Can you do video, baby? I'd love to see you. It's been so long! KONIG: Nein 😔. Not in a place to do video, but I can do voice, my love. YOU: I can't wait to hear that sexy Austrian accent 😉. Talk soon, baby? KONIG: That's a promise, Mein Süßi. Think of me and what I'm doing to you when you get home, my love 😉.

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Fast forward to you at home.

You sink into the living room couch, fresh from a shower after work, wearing just your panties and one of König's oversized heavy metal t-shirts that he had kept at your apartment. Music plays in the background as you wait for his call. And when an unknown number rings, your heart speeds up in anticipation, eagerly waiting to hear König's deep Austrian voice after a few weeks of not doing so.

"I miss you," he says when you pick up his call, his voice filled with longing. You reply with the same sentiment, wishing he was right in your living room, lounging together in each other's arms like you often do when he is home. But right now, you push that longing aside, telling yourself that you must make the most of this precious moment to hear his voice instead of the usual text messages you would exchange.

König's voice fills your heart with warmth as he tells you about his day. He explains that it has been a long day and is glad he has the night to lay in bed, recuperate and speak to you. You can't help but smile imagining him on his cot in the KorTac base, his long body laying on the bed, shirtless and only in his boxers, and a phone to his ear speaking to you. You wonder if he imagines you as you are now, relaxed and stretched out on the couch with your phone, longing for him.

You spend most of your conversation sharing what's been happening in your work and lives and giving updates on how things are going at home. You tell König about the longer hours at work and how much you wish for a vacation when he returns. He jumps on that and promises that when he gets back, that's precisely what you'll both do--go on some lavish vacation because you both sure as hell need it. As for König giving updates, he can't provide any information on his mission or where he is, so you don't pry. He does reassure you he is safe and unhurt and says he will be home soon, which calms your worry and makes you pray that "soon" means tomorrow or a few days from now. It wouldn't hurt to dream.

"Remind me again what you'll do to me when you get back home, baby," you prompt, wanting König to describe vocally what he wrote in his hot texts to you hours ago. He doesn't fail, as he gets the signal that it is time to change the topic to something more sensual. So he does just that, his voice dropping low as you hear him shift above the sheets on his cot while on the phone. You wonder if he is getting comfortable, getting ready to touch himself. In contrast, he gets you hot and bothered through your shared fantasy and promise.

"Let's play it out, baby," you urge as you shift on the couch and remove your panties, leaving his shirt on to imagine it is his skin against you. "I've just taken off my panties, and I'm so turned on already by you."

König takes a deep breath, almost steadying himself before speaking. "My cock is in my hand, Leibling, rock hard already thinking how much I want to see you right now, naked for me, your smooth pussy lips being rubbed by my tip as I tease you."

The image his description produces makes you ache, and you draw a finger over your smooth and shaved mound, touching your folds, imagining it is him. The slickness of your arousal coats your finger as you arch up.

"I'm touching myself, slow and gently, just like you would do," you tell him seductively, "Imagine how slick I'll make the tip of your cock, baby. I'll rub it nice and slow, around my lips, against my clit."

"I love when you tease me, rubbing your tight cunt around the tip of my cock, knowing just how much I want. You can hear the neediness in his voice as he responds instantly.

You imagine the intensity in his blue gaze and ask him a question you know has already been answered. "You want to fuck me hard when you get home from your mission, don't you?"

"Fuck yes," he growls. You imagine him slowly stroking his hardness with his hands, and the thought of making him come so hard awakens a scene you've dreamt about often.

You set the scene, "Do you think we'll make it inside my apartment? Or would you take me outside so my nosy neighbors can see you take advantage of me?"

He breathes deeply and chuckles, "Why don't we give them a good show? I'm going to fuck you raw right against your front door. Let your neighbors watch. I don't give a damn."

"You're a troublemaker," you say, wanting to sound chastising but knowing it likely comes off more seductive and appreciative.

"Am I?" His voice is so masculine and mischievous. You love imagining his facial expressions as he toys with you. "Is that what you call me pushing you flush against your front door, grinding behind you, and making you feel my hard cock pressed against that beautiful round ass of yours? Do you like when I get my hands running up your short dress until I feel how wet you are?"

"Yes!" You feel your fingers rubbing gentle circles around your clit, imagining him teasing you as he towers behind you. You're flush against your front door, your nipples hard against it.

"Do you think someone will walk by and catch us?" König asks. You moan against the phone, imagining the feeling of his hot breath against your ear.

"I don't give a damn about them, baby. I want all of you so badly." Your voice sounds desperate and wanting.

"Music to my ears," he says, "As much as I want to fuck you hard, I'm not going to. Not just yet. So I spin you around so your back is against your apartment door. You look so beautiful looking up at me."

"I pull you down for a kiss because I want to taste you. It's been so long, and I love feeling your tongue against mine," you say, "I miss the way you taste."

"Getting me so hard, you're driving me crazy, and we're just kissing, Mein Liebling. I want more, and I'll get it--I'll fuck you good--but first, I want to touch you everywhere. I want to make you wetter than ever before, Mein Liebling."

"Hmmm….slow and steady for my giant. I love that. I touch your chest, your arms. I love the feel of your muscles beneath my palms. Your skin is so warm; I miss touching you. We can't get close enough that it aches, and it's driving me crazy."

"Let me take care of that ache, my love," he says as he continues, "I start to kiss you from your lips down to your neck, teasing your nipples with my hands through your dress. I take one strap off and lean in to take one nipple in my mouth."

You raise a hand to your breasts, squeezing and caressing them, imagining they were König's hands. You draw your fingers into your mouth to wet them, then use them to squeeze one pert nipple after the other. You imagine him licking and sucking on them, something he knows you love when he does.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good," you moan and continue, "I run my hands through your hair, pushing you closer. God, your tongue is wonderful, and I can't help but slip my hands over your hard cock beneath your jeans."

"I gently push your hand away from my cock, because I'm not finished with you yet. I haven't tasted your sweet pussy like I promised I would. Remove your panties for me, mein Liebling, and lift up your dress."

You imagine doing just that, your body feeling hot as you share what you'd do with him. "My face grows hot, and my heart beats so fast as I slide my panties off until they fall at our feet. I lift my dress for you, feeling exposed and incredibly aroused. I had made sure to be waxed smooth for you, baby. I know how much you love that. Do you like what you see?"

You imagine König's eyes darkening with pleasure as he takes in all of you.

"My sweet love," he purrs, "I have never seen anything more beautiful. I kneel before you, my mouth watering at how slick and wet you are for me."

"What are you going to do to me, baby?" You rub your fingers harder against your clit, while another pinches your nipples. A great need builds up inside of you that you know only he can fulfill.

König responds, "I raise one of your legs and place it on my shoulder, then do the same with the other until your back is pressed against the door. I hold up your ass and position you in front of my face so that your cunt is right there for me. I lean in to taste it.

You moan at the thought. "I love watching you dive right in, licking my clit. Every nerve in my body comes alive as I feel your mouth on me and hear you enjoying yourself. It's driving me wild."

"Hold onto my shoulders, Mein Leibling. I don't want you to fall over. I want to taste as much of you as I can. You smell so good; you're so delicious. I lick and eat you out just how you like it. My tongue swipes at your clit, and I can feel you getting closer and closer to orgasm."

"Yes, that's it. Keep going, baby. I'm so close," you whisper, getting even more aroused, feeling closer and closer to the edge.

You hear König hum in approval and imagine him redoubling his efforts, pushing you closer to the edge. Now, you're fucking yourself with your fingers, slippery and wet. You hear the sound of his hands jerking off on the phone, making you get closer to the edge, and you can't help but yearn to have seen the sight of your man getting off with your fantasy together.

König moans and continues, "I grasp your hips in my hands and hold you steady as I continue to pleasure you with my tongue.

You moan loudly for him over the phone, "It's so good, baby. Please keep going."

König makes licking and slurping and kissing noises, and you can't help but imagine that it's his tongue and not your fingers fucking your cunt. The sensations are building up intensely, and you can feel yourself getting closer to orgasm. "Yes, König! Keep going! Mmmm, you feel so good, baby."

"You taste so great. I'm keeping my tongue inside you, and I feel your hand grasping and clawing at my shoulders."

"Baby, I'm going to come!"

"Let go, my love. Don't hold back," König murmurs, and you envision him continuing to pleasure you with his tongue. You imagine gripping his shoulders tightly and letting the orgasm wash over you, screaming out in pleasure as your entire body shakes with ecstasy.

"Ah! Baby!" And it hits you; your walls tighten and pulse around your fingers--which you imagine are König's fingers--while your ears ring from the experience, and your body is left sweaty from the bliss.

König says, "I let you ride the wave. I take my mouth off of your cunt and kiss up along your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses until I'm kissing your neck, making you gasp and moan for me."

You continue, knowing how badly you both want König to come after giving such a release. "I'm ready to feel you inside me, and I want you to fuck me as hard as you like, baby. Use me like your doll; do anything you want."

"I love the sound of that," König says.

"I open your pants zipper and free your hard, throbbing cock. I touch the tip with my finger, rubbing the slickness around it. I then lick my finger to taste you. Mmmm, I miss how my king tastes.

"I want to get inside you so badly, mein Liebling," he tells you.

"Then take me, baby."

"I lift you up, wrapping your legs around my waist," he starts. You can practically imagine him licking his lips seductively as he continues. "I take you with slow, deliberate thrusts into your wet core, deep enough to make you hold on tightly around my neck."

"It feels incredible; you feel perfect. I can feel you stretching me, letting my warmth swallow you whole. You're so big, my love. Ah. Is it just the way you like it, baby?"

You hear König's increased motion against his cock over the phone, the rustling of sheets, and his grunts and moans of pleasure.

"Yes, my love. You're so tight and wet. So warm. Your pussy squeezes my cock, and you take it all in. I pause, and we don't move for a moment as I let you get used to my size, and I feel your pussy squeezing and pulsing against me."

His words drive you mad as you tell him how you'd react, "I caress your back, loving the feel of your muscles against my fingers, and then run my hand through your hair as I squeeze my legs around you. I kiss you as we move together. I tighten my pussy around your cock. You feel so good, baby."

"My love, every thrust-- in and out of your welcoming warmth drives me wild. I am fucking you slowly, excruciatingly, even though I want to ravage you like an animal."

Your body tingles with pleasure as König speaks, and you start imagining how it would feel to have him inside you like that. Your breathing intensifies as your anticipation builds, and you can't help but moan in pleasure.

"That sounds so good, my love," you whisper, eagerly anticipating his touch. "I'm fingering my pussy, wanting it so badly to be your hands on me."

"Oh yeah? You're getting yourself all worked up imagining me inside you, fucking you so all your neighbors can hear, maybe even catch us?" He growls low, and you can imagine his fingers start stroking your clit as he plunges inside of you, just where it feels so good. His slow circles become faster and more insistent as he nibbles on the back of your neck.

"It feels so good, Mein Liebling," He groans on the other end of the phone, his voice thick with pleasure and desire.

"I love hearing you moan like this," you tell him. "Imagine my hands being your pussy, squeezing you, milking you just how you like it. I pull you close and kiss your lips. God, I miss your lips, missing kissing you so much while we're together like this."

You imagine his mouth finding yours again as he thrusts harder into you, each movement growing increasingly desperate. You can hear the wet sounds of his hands stroking his cock over the phone. You imagine him sitting on his bed, his body nude and gleaming in the lamplight, as he works himself to pleasure.

"Baby, I'm so wet right now. Imagining your finger circling my clit, rubbing me as you thrust inside of me with your big, hard cock. You're so hard, baby. It's intense; I can feel it on my belly, just how deep you are."

You imagine his fingers slipping between your legs, teasing your clit as he thrusts into you. His touch sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, and you grip him tightly as his thrusts become faster and more urgent. "Oh yeah," he groans against your ear. "Feeling your tight pussy on my cock, babe. Fuck, you're so hot."

"Mmm, baby. I arch my back and press against you with every thrust. I love when you hover over me and fuck me like this, taking control. My fingers move quickly over my clit as your cock slams into me hard, the sensation making me quiver all over."

You hear him groaning and imagine him increasing the speed of his thrusts. He's panting heavily now, and you picture him furiously hand-fucking himself and wish that you could watch. You can feel yourself getting wetter, and your fingers are slick with your desire as you continue fingering yourself while imagining him.

König continues, "I'm pounding into you relentlessly now, and I can feel my balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. You shout out my name as I fuck you harder and faster, and the pleasure is overwhelming. I can feel your body quivering around me, and I know I won't be able to last much longer."

You feel your orgasm building and pant for breath as you envision him thrusting into you. Each bump of his cock against your walls creates intense pleasure, sending sparks of electricity across your skin as the sensations build up within both of you.

"I'm coming, baby," he breathes, his voice heavy and strained. You press your feet against the bed and lift your hips up, feeling your fingers hit just the right spot as you moan loudly in response to his words. You imagine his thrusts growing stronger and quicker until there's one final push that causes him to grunt loudly into your ear before he releases his hot cum inside of you. You feel yourself tremble, and your back arch as your orgasm follows, sending intense waves coursing through both of you.

"I'm coming!" you cry out, your inner walls clinging tightly to your fingers as you press harder and faster against your throbbing clit. "Fuck! Mein Leibling!"

You both pant as you reach climax together, speaking the language of love over the phone. In your mind, you picture König grunting with pleasure as he strokes his fingers along himself and wishing it was your slickness they were coating. You can imagine him picturing you, laid back after orgasm, with your honey dripping from your thighs.

The pleasure of your orgasms lingers long after you hear each other's shared moans fade away. You lie there in bed, panting for breath and feeling satisfaction flooding through your body.

König takes a deep breath and speaks first, his voice low, husky, and satisfied.

"Mein Liebling!" he murmurs into the phone. "Holy shit." You can tell he's still coming down from his high, and you smile at how passionate the moment is.

You sigh contentedly as you stretch out on the couch, still feeling euphoric from your orgasmic bliss. "That was amazing," you whisper into the phone to your boyfriend.

"Yes, it is," König replies softly. You can hear him take a deep breath, imagine him with a satisfied handsome smile, his blue eyes dilated, and his blonde hair disheveled, face sweaty. You miss him so much, longing to hug and feel his lips.

"I miss you so much, baby."

"I miss you too," König responds. His voice is soft and sincere, full of emotion. You can almost sense him reaching out to you over the phone, wanting to erase all those years apart with a single embrace.

The two of you stay on the line for an extended period that night, conversing and savoring the afterglow of your shared climax until you're both too exhausted to remain awake any longer.

You finally disconnect the call with a pledge of sweet dreams and exchanges of "I love you" before hanging up for sleep. You fall asleep feeling warm all over, recalling the moment you just shared and what it will be like when you finally see each other face to face soon - very soon.

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Textuals (König x F!Reader)

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Summary: When König is away on his mission, the only thing that tethers him to you is the text messages you exchange. These are the texts ranging from romantic sweet nothings to mutual fantasies. Ongoing Series. | Read on AO3

Relationship: König/F!Reader

Tags/warnings: Romance, Romantic Relationship, König in Love, Fluff and Smut, Declarations Of Love, Sexual Content, Sexting

Rating: Mature

Last updated July 21, 2023

Part 1: I’ve been craving your touch all day, Mein Süßi.

Part 2: I want to slowly spread your legs wide and kiss down the insides of your thigh. I love how wet you get.

Part 3: Do you like how it feels throbbing in your hand? See what you do to me?

Part 4: Leibling, are you awake? Can we talk over the video link?

Part 5: Do you remember the last time we went out to the movies, Leibling?

Chapter 6: I thought about the night we went camping.

Chapter 7 : Imagining what I'll do to you when I return, Mein Süßi.

Chapter 8 and onward will be posted as I get inspired and they're completed. This work is ongoing.

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Bucky Barnes reached across the table to squeeze Sarah's hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine.

Title: Delicious | Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson | Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier | Rating: Mature | Words: Part 1/1 (706 Words) | Prompt: SarahBucky @fleurdelouvemonth and @fleurdelouve - Week 1, Day 3 and 4 Prompt: “Pumpkin” and "Chai Tea" | Synopsis: Bucky Barnes and Sarah Wilson go on a coffee date on a rainy day.

Rain poured down as Bucky and Sarah dashed through the busy streets, looking for cover. The dark clouds had rolled in swiftly, catching them off guard during their afternoon walk through the city. They squeezed under a cafe awning, both breathless and soaked to the bone.

"Sorry, our walk got rained out," Bucky said, pushing his dripping hair back from his forehead.

Sarah wiped rivulets of water from her face and hair. "Are you kidding? This is fun!" she said with a laugh. Her eyes sparkled with excitement despite the dreary downpour.

Bucky had to smile at her optimism. That was one of the things he loved about her - she could find joy in any situation. "If you say so. Why don't I grab us something hot to drink to warm up? There's a cafe right here."

Sarah nodded, glad that the quaint cafe was right behind them. At least they could get out of the rain and sit for a while until it passed.

The cafe was warm, cozy, and inviting. There were several small tables with chairs along the windows, as well as a few sitting nooks tucked into alcoves and some plush couches near the back. Since it was a weekday afternoon, there were few people there, so Bucky and Sarah had their pick of places to sit.

They opted for one of the private nooks towards the back, figuring it would help them warm up faster away from any drafts. Sliding into the worn leather booth, Sarah peeled off her soaked jacket while Bucky ordered their drinks.

He soon returned with two steaming mugs - a chai tea latte for himself and a pumpkin spice latte for Sarah, her favorite. He also brought a freshly baked cinnamon pastry for them to share.

Settling across each other, they held the warm mugs to their faces, letting the heat seep into their chilled skin.

"Mmm, this is perfect," Sarah said after a long sip of her latte. "Just what I needed."

"I'm glad you like it," Bucky replied. "Nothing better than warming up with something hot to drink on a cold rainy day."

Sarah smiled at him over her mug. "And even better when you have good company to share it with."

Bucky reached across the table to squeeze her hand gently. "I love spending time with you, rain or shine."

Sarah rubbed her thumb over his knuckles. "Me too, Bucky. I'm so happy we're together."

They continued chatting and enjoying their treats, simply content to be in each other's presence. The sound of the rain pattering on the window and the faint music playing in the cafe made it feel extra cozy.

When Sarah took another sip of her pumpkin spice latte, Bucky watched her closely. "I've never actually tried one of those before," he mused.

"No? Here, have a taste," Sarah said, handing her mug over.

Bucky took it and brought it to his lips. But before he drank, he set the mug down and reached for Sarah's hand again. His eyes locked onto hers intensely.

Sarah gave him a questioning look. "What is it?"

"There's something I want to taste more," Bucky murmured. He gently tilted her chin up as he leaned in.

Sarah's eyes fluttered shut as Bucky's lips met hers in a soft, lingering kiss. She could taste the sweetness of the pumpkin spice latte as their kiss deepened. When they finally broke apart, her lips felt tingly and plump.

Bucky gently brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. "Delicious," he whispered huskily.

Sarah blushed at the desire in his eyes. No matter how many times they kissed, it always felt new and exciting. She picked up her mug again and took a sip, watching Bucky over the rim, a twinkle in her eyes.

"You're right, that is good," Bucky chuckled.

He squeezed her hand once more, interlacing their fingers. The rain continued falling steadily outside. But inside, wrapped up in their own little world, Bucky and Sarah had never felt warmer.

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König loves to give her spankings, followed by a nice bath where she ends up on top, water splashing all over the bathroom floor as she rides him. The floor can wait.

The Floor Can Wait (König x Female OC)

Part 1/1 (2.3K Words)

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Author’s Note: This was inspired by one of @apollodeath’s Konig headcanons about König and his love for baths. I ran with it. Enjoy! This is also posted on my AO3.

It was a common thing, their time together. It happened every time König returned from a mission. A simple message on her phone asking her to come to his apartment, asking for her help for his release, and to feel human again. It was something that started not too long ago when she first met him through a mutual friend one drunken night, which ended with them spending a heated moment in his truck, with her straddling him as they kissed, dry humping like a bunch of teenagers in the back lot of a parking lot right under a bridge.

They didn't fuck, but that night she sure wished they did because, in the days that followed, all she could think about was him. His large, muscular form towered over her. His strong hands were on her ass as he lifted her to straddle his lap just right so she could feel his long, hard, thick cock's outline on his jeans. She couldn't help but think about her dress hiked up and her laced underwear soaked with arousal as she gyrated on top of him. He seemed to know exactly what to do, how to position her so her clit felt the right friction against lace and jeans on solid muscular thighs.

The obsession with him was something that didn't end until she received a message and then a call from him one day. He had gotten her number from their mutual friend, took him some time to get the guts to see if she'd even want to pursue anything outside of a drunken night of passion. So when she responded with wanting him to see her--a simple date at a coffee shop in broad daylight--she couldn't help but playfully chastise him for taking so long to get back to her, to get the hint that she was just as enamored by him as he was of her.

She doesn't remember how it escalated, how it got so serious, and where they were now. But it did. Intense as their first meeting, their time together was filled with normal peaceful dates and passionate and needy nights where she wondered if she could ever fully know the man before her. This was such a night. A night just as he returned from a harrowing mission in another country, eyes so intense, new scars on his body, and his hands more callous than she recalled.

"I missed you, König." She said when she arrived at his apartment, he opened the door. She's wearing a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves, an emerald green that complemented her eyes and that she knew he loved. She wore a lace light pink lingerie --his favorite on her--underneath, knowing full well just what it'd do to him when she took it off.

"Fuck, Mein Liebling, come here!" He didn't have to say anymore as he pulled her close to him, and let the door close behind them. He lifted her up from the floor as if she was as light as a doll. She wrapped her legs around his torso, arms around his neck, as he buried his face on the nape of her neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. She loved when he did that. He knew.

With him still carrying her and her hands firmly wrapped around his neck, she let her fingers run through his unruly blonde hair and massage his scalp. She missed him so much and couldn't wait for what was in store.

König led her to his bedroom, gently lowered her to the bed, and undressed, his erection large and ready for her. He then undressed her, lifting the dress from her arms, tossing them to the side, and running his hands over her body to admire her sexy ensemble, pausing briefly to pinch at her hard nipples peaking through the lace. She wanted him so badly, wanted him to devour her.

They didn't need just gentle kisses and soft words. This wasn't the time for that. They required the ecstasy and the savageness of their physical form against one another. They needed the sweat, the softness, the slickness and wetness between them when they'd join, and he'd cut inside of her. That's what they needed, but not yet.

She laid down on the bed, feeling his eyes on her. She knew what he wanted, and her pussy ached in anticipation. With a mischievous smile on her lips, she turned so that she was kneeling on all fours on the bed, her ass raised up towards him.

It doesn't take him long to grab her ass with both hands, roughly making her gasp in pleasure, and then with a swift motion giving them a spanking. The sound echoed in the room, along with her gasps and moans. He spanked her again, grasped, caressed, and then spanked her again until her skin reddened. The heat of the sting caused a shiver down her spine and down to her pussy with each turn of his large hand. She knew he loved her ass, and he knew how much she liked to be ‘punished’.

"Ah, my king!" she breathed as he did this repeatedly.

He grasped her hair to pull her back against him on the bed until they kneeled. Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel his cock dripping with precum behind her. She knew exactly what would come next, knew his plan before she'd be given the permission to ride him into the oblivion of pure bliss.

König was a generous man, determined and intense. His goal in these moments was to make her cum until she was breathless, writhing against his long fingers until they were soaked with her juices. And that was exactly what he did. One hand drifted to her thigh, and he pried her legs open as another hand went between the warmth of her legs to where her wet and shaved pussy throbbed and ached for his touch. And he gave her his touch as his fingers plunged inside her damp core, as his thumb brushed her swollen clit.

She was panting. Oh god, she was already so close to cumming, but tried so hard not to. She felt König's hand run up her thigh to her belly and then grasp her left breast to pinch one nipple and the other. The sensation of his hands all over her and kissing her neck as she leaned back against him was so much. "More," she begged. "Uhnhh, more!"

"As you wish, my queen," he whispered seductively against her ear as he inserted a second finger inside of her, hooked his fingers inside of her pussy, and increased this speed until she was panting and wailing against him. Her orgasm came like a calm wave, but then followed by a tsunami as he bit her neck, pinched her nipples harder, rubbed her clit harder, and let her ride his fingers faster and faster. He knew she loved the mix of pain and sweetness of their fucking. He knew his queen so well.

When she was cumming for the third time, she felt so sensitive that she shook and found herself pulling away from his arms and his fingers. She fell back on the bed, trying to catch her breath, and looked up at König's towering form over her. Their eyes met, and he's smiled handsomely at her.

His cock is massive, standing tall and ready; twitching with need.

She wanted to be greedy, to push him back until she'd be kneeling before him and taking his cock as far as she could in her mouth. Any other day she'd let her mouth give him the sloppy blow job that'd blow his mind and leave him gasping and careening into the madness of a heavy orgasm just as he did to her. But not this night. This was the night when they followed their ritual. This was his welcome home.

So she crawls out of the bed, naked, unsure when and where the lingerie had gone. She took hold of König's hand, and they stood, and she led him to his large bathroom where the bathtub would be.

"Let me clean you up, my king." She says as she starts the bath. The water is warm, and she drops in a bath bomb scented of lavender and chamomile--his favorite.

He said nothing as he followed her into the bath, letting the warm water relax his muscles. The tub was just big enough for him to stretch his legs. She was certain he loved his baths and cold plunges and was grateful they fit comfortably.

She maneuvered them in the bath until she was straddling him. She knew how much he loved that position; knew his need to have her take charge like this. She could feel how hard he was and ached so badly to feel him in her.

König caressed her skin and aided her as she sat up lightly and placed her hand between them under the water to grab his massive throbbing cock. König moaned as she squeezed him with her small hands, slowly centering him so he was right at her entrance. She slowly lowered herself down his cock. Nothing was more delightful than being filled by him, and she couldn't help but kiss him passionately. Their tongues entwined in a sloppy kiss until she pressed a series of light kisses along his neck and shoulders as she began to ride him, filling herself with pleasure with every movement.

At first, they move slowly together, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible. König slid his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently as they moaned in unison. The water rippled around them but didn't spill over with their slow movement. Although that didn't last long.

She began to move faster and harder now, causing ripples in the water around them to grow bigger as they moved together in perfect harmony. König watched intently, enjoying her riding him, taking charge of him and their pleasure until he couldn't take it anymore. He started to push up to meet her tempo against his cock, until they rode in ecstasy hard and fast. Water began to swish around them and spill on the bathroom floor.

"Uhnnn, my love, we need to... nhnnn.. slow down," she said, noticing the water around them beginning to splash out of the tub. She looked towards him in an attempt to plead with her eyes.

He just looked at her and smiled, "Nein," he said as he pulled her against him, this time bending to take a nipple in his lips as he sucked and caressed her. His hands moved up and down her curves. Their movements together became more passionate and desperate.

She raised her hands above his head, holding onto the tub's edges and arching back into him. His mouth lapped at every inch of exposed skin, making small circles around each breast before moving lower across her stomach when he’d lift her up mid thrust upward. With each movement of their bodies against one another in pleasure, the water splashed out of the tub and increased in volume.

"König! The water!" she warned as she continued to ride him, faster and faster, until he was getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Nein, Meine Liebe, we'll deal with it later. For now, keep riding me. I'm so close," he said in a deep voice full of pleasure.

She nodded and complied, pushing herself harder against him until they were both lost in their worlds of pleasure. "Ahhnnn, yes! Yes!" she moaned loudly.

Their pace continued to increase, their movements filled with pleasure until they both reached an explosive orgasm together that left them both breathless and panting heavily for air.

The room was filled with post-coital bliss as König slowly relaxed back into the bath again while she rested on top of him. They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the closeness and comfort of each other's embrace.

They stayed like that for a few moments before reality set in, and they realized just how much had been spilled from the tub during their love-making. They both laughed softly before quickly cleaning up the mess.

Later they headed off to bed, their naked forms entwined as they hugged each other close, with her head against his chest, hearing his beating heart and his lips against the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her with contentment.

"Welcome back, my love," she said to him as she gently squeezed him and snuggled closer to him.

"I'm glad to be back with my queen," König said, smiling, enjoying being back with the woman he loved.

* Nein, meine Liebe - No, my love.

* Meine Liebe - My love.

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