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latenightdaydreams · 17 hours

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Had a dream

Recruits make a bet on who can scare Colonel König

first. Money for the winner. Stupid idea I know lol

Got me thinking about

Hiding under his desk when hes out of his office. Him coming back later and locking his door. Sitting down in his chair. Just as your about to grab his leg to scare him he undoes his belt and pants.

Recruit wants his cock in their mouth

This isn't stupid at all! Sounds like a porn set up haha

Let's Make a Bet (g/n)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: bets, voyeurism, oral, mention of sex, masturbation

1.2k word count

Colonel König is a stoic man, never showing any emotions. Never laughs at jokes, crying at sad moments, or even showing fear when face to face with death. The man is made of stone. That’s when you and another recruit got the stupid idea to try and scare him; whoever wins gets $200. Shaking hands, you both accepted the challenge.

Your fellow recruit first tried something small and simple, a tarantula in the break room. König simply looked at it, picked it up, and walked it outside, totally confused. Small pranks like these didn’t shake the man so you decided to turn it up a notch.

When you knew König would be out of his office running drills, you decided to sneak into his office. Your heart pounds as you enter. You’re small enough to fit comfortably so you crawl under the large wooden desk and wait.

A half hour passes before you hear the door open, König muttering about things in German as he locks the door behind him. He walks over to his desk chair and sits down, facing sideways. You wait until he turns to try and scare him.

You hear the clicking sound of his mouse and occasionally the keyboard when finally, he turns to face you. You wait a little while trying to suppress your giggles from the excitement. König types quickly and then relaxes back in his chair.

Just as you’re about to grab his legs, his hand moves to his belt buckle and you watch as he unbuckles his belt. His hand unbuttoning his cargos before pulling his zipper down. You watch as he pulls out his flaccid dick, which looks like your boyfriends fully erect. The smell of his natural musk after a long day of sweating fills the space. Instantly you feel yourself getting turned as you watch in anticipation.

From his computer, you hear soft sounds of moaning and you realize he is watching porn. His cock slowly getting erect, he grabs it and pulls the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink head. His hand begins to lazily stroke himself unaware that you’re under the desk watching. His cock is massive, porn star huge, and you’d love nothing more than to know what it feels like.

With one of your hands, you slowly begin to rub yourself through your pants, your own arousal growing by the second as you watch his hand begin to move faster. Small moans leaving König’s lips as you see precum begin to drip from his tip. His other hand came down to tug on his balls.

You feel an overwhelming want to just suck his cock. Taste how his bitter cum would taste on the tip of your tongue. Trying to decide where to go from here, you just continue to watch as you please yourself.

König’s hand slows as he moves the one from his balls back to his mouse and seems to be looking for a different video to watch. You take a deep breath, one you think König heard, so you gently rest your hands on his lap.

You won the bet; König jumps in his seat and screams like a small child as he kicks his desk back. He looks down and sees you.

“I’m sorry I know this looks so weird,” you begin to explain in almost a panicked ramble.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” König shouts, his mask hiding his red face full of embarrassment.

“I- I,” you stumble over your words before deciding to just be bold, “I want to suck your cock.”

“What?” König’s defensive demeanor changes slightly as he hears your words. He couldn’t believe his ears. He always found you attractive, so to be put in this situation, he feels as if this is a dream.

“Let me help you cum.” You look at his hand trying to cover himself.

He looks down at his cock losing its erection because of the fear, and then up at you with desire in your eyes.

“Are- are you serious?” He sounds slightly unsure.

“I am…”

König sits for a while before he nods his head and motions for you to move out from under the desk. You crawl forward and kneel before him.

His piercing blue eyes gaze down at you as you inch closer to his cock, his hand slowly moving to the side so you can grasp it with your own. He lets out a soft shuddering breath as you do. You slowly stroke his cock as you look up at him, his eyes have softened.

You lower your head and pull his foreskin back before flicking your tongue on the tip of his cock. König’s breathing begins to pick up, his eyes shifting to the frozen porn and then back to you.

“Can you take your shirt off?” He asks feeling a little nervous asking for something extra.

You gladly lean back and pull your shirt off, König looks over your body and smirks under his mask. Your skin looks so soft and beautiful. As you lean back down and begin to lick his cock again. He reaches out and begins to caress your bare shoulders and down your arms, you feel as soft as you look.

Holding his cock up, you lick his balls. Gently taking one into your mouth at a time and sucking on them while on of your hands strokes his cock. Your tongue licking them all over, making them slobbery before moving your attention back to his cock.

You wrap your lips around his cock finally and he lets out a soft moan. You lower your head on his length, taking in a few inches, sucking as you bob your head. König looks down at you, eyebrows pinched beneath his mask.

“Just like that Schatz,” He leans his head back and closes his eye; letting the waves of pleasure take over.

One of his hands moves to the back of your head and gently pets your hair, resisting the urge to shove your head down farther on his cock. The room filled with the sound of your mouth desperately wanting to please him and his small moans.

Your hands grasp his thighs as you push your head down further, making yourself gag. His hand applies slight pressure to help you get his girthy cock into your tight throat. His hips bucking upwards slightly as spit begins to pool at the corners of your stretched lips. He looks down at you and stares in awe at you before his eyes travel down what he can see of your body.

He looks back at the frozen porn of a woman bent over and he looks back at you. Your eyes looking up at him noticing his want. Slowly releasing his cock from your mouth, a line of spit connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

König doesn’t speak, just nods. His eyes look as if they’re glossed over with a lustful daze. You stand up in front of him, his eyes traveling down your body. You begin to undress in front of him. His hand reaches out and caresses your hips before standing himself, his pants dropping to his ankles. He grabs your waist and turns you around, pushing you gently down onto his desk. Your face touching the cold wood as you feel excitement rush through your body. He steps behind you and squeezes your ass before lining himself up with you.

You won the $200 bet and get to experience your first BWC, it’s been a pretty good night.

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poquiii · 1 year

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König x reader / Ghost x reader headcanons

You're sitting on their lap.

Ghost

● He's not a fan of PDA and acts cold in public.

● But when you're alone, he likes bodily contact with you.

● You walk by and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you toward him and gently placing you in his lap.

● He likes to feel your weight on his muscular thighs.

● He touches your ear with his lips and tickles your skin with his breath.

● You giggle and he presses you closer to him.

● If you start fidgeting on him, (on purpose or not) he quickly swaps places with you and pushes you under him. And of course you don't mind.

König

● He really likes your touch in any form.

● And he especially loves the way you sit on his lap with your arms around his neck.

● You weigh almost nothing to him or he just doesn't notice it.

● He loves to hug you back and nuzzle you against his huge chest.

● He loves to interrupt your hair with his fingers.

● If you fall asleep in his arms, he's happy to doze off with you.

● He's willing to sit with you like this for hours.

● And even when his feet get stiff, he won't let you get off him.

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centaurisolarflare · 1 year

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König NSFW Headcannons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Y/N : I know you hate me, König, but—

König : Wait, what? You think I hate you?

Y/N : You always clam up when I enter the room, you’re always watching me, and you never want to hang out with me, and you get all tense whenever I walk close to you, and you won’t talk to me in full sentences and— oh, yep, I hear it now, König, you have a crush on me?!

#Cod #Call Of Duty #Cod mw2 #cod mw2 incorrect quotes #cod mw2 x reader #cod könig #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare2 #könig x you #König x Reader #könig x male reader #könig x gn!reader #Original : Unknown #König x fem reader #it’s not even 24 hours yet and there already many likes simps are very powerful #❤️‍🔥my giant monster❤️‍🔥

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burstinn · 5 months

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OBSESSIVE

Obsessed! König x Male! Reader

Warnings and notes:

You have been kidnapped

No proofreading again lazy writing

Bad German/ some words are translated

Mentioning that you are just an ordinary guy that works in a cafe. Lee mao

You had a breakdown and are now unresponsive to König. Though the breakdown is not mentioned you are unresponsive now.

"Du bist mein Mann"

König would whisper in your ear, slowly caressing your face lovingly. He didn't care if you cried or screamed, he didn't care if you denied your love for him.

You are his Husband.

And you would learn that soon, you better learn it soon.

He would leave you in his basement for God knows how long. He hid you down here ever since.. He took you..

°°°

You are a normal man really. You work at a small Cafe inthe suburbs as an asisstant manager. You go to the grocers every Friday. You would greet the old lady to help her with her chores everytime you could.

You had a routine, you had a normal life.

Until he came, König he called himself.

"Ahh.. E.. Es Tut.. Mer.. I'm sorry are you closed?"

Though he looked and sounded intimidating, His eyes looked very.. Meek and nervous when you first met him.

König was wearing all dark clothes that day, a hoodie and mask covering his face. His towering figure over the counter almost scared you off into saying 'yes we're closed'. Maybe you should've just said you were closed. So you wouldn't be in this situation. Locked up under this house.

"Oh! No no don't worry! You can order don't worry. You can be my last customer"

You could only see a small shine of happiness and relief in his eyes when you said you were still open. You should've just told him to fuck off..

It was already tiring to clean the equipment and floors and after making his order you had to reclean in again. Past work hours. You should've left hours ago. But you decided to be nice that day... Why.

"I'm sorry.. How much should I pay?"

"It's okay, it's on the house.. You can have your order for free"

You smiled at him.

And that's when he would come over to the cafe.. Every time. He almost became a regular.

But König had strange breaks in between.

It would be 2 weeks, 6 months, 3 months, and 1 year.

He would never explain why, but you shouldn't really ask.. It's none of your business anyway.

You would simply put on a smile at him everytime, cheerily greeting him and already asking him if he was gonna have his same order.

Hell, you even just saved a room for him. A corner in the store, it's obvious by his first meeting he was an anxious man. And you felt for him so everytime maybe to ease him a bit.

You would always strike up a conversation. Even if he doesn't answer, you would talk.

And he eventually did start engaging in conversations. Slowly but surely he would become more lively around you.

He would ask you would answer, you would ask he would answer as well. It was good.

You even had a reason why he had strange long breaks in between visits to the cafe. Apparently, he is a Colonel of a military. What an interesting man, knows how to shout orders but can't speak properly when ordering something?

It was good. Life was good.

You had known König for long enough that you have his number, know his address and know everything about his simple interest.

So does he, even something simple you mentioned he would know. Even if you didn't remember you said that. It impressed you.

He would send you gifts even when he was still in his job in the military. One time he walked in wearing his uniform. Imagine your surprise when it was König, all wide eyed and mouth agape.

"Oh.. Hi! Uhm.. What's your order?"

"Hallo! I'll have my usual, bitte"

"... ", " König..?"

"Ja? Ich bin König!"

"OH MY GOD"

It was funny, he would even do it at times.. But it was obvious he would only do it just to tease you or make fun of you or something.

You would visit his house at times, funnily he would still cover his face around you.. Even though you were friends for like 7 or 8 years?

He even taught you some German.

You'd hang out with each other out of work if König or you had matching schedules to even hang out.

So you guys both plan ahead, never missing any hang outs. Lest one of you got an emergency call.

°°°

It was nice.. Simple.

You got a new friend, and you had a routine life.

All of that stopped when you got a text from König that he would be gone to the military for a few months. Of course you were saddened by that of course you sent your sad faces and good lucks.

Making your way to work, getting bombarded with customers. And annoyingly, having to fix a machine by yourself while you tell the rest of the employees to go home for the night. Really it just decided to break when it was way past the time to get home? Having to stay over work time once again really ticks people off. Especially when you don't get paid for your overtime.

Atleast the whole place was clean. You just needed to fix the machine, and it took about... You stayed there for 1.5 hours trying to fix it. Fucking dammit, An angry smashing of the plates and tables was an order but you were to tired to do any of that. Instead you make sure everything is in check before closing the lights, getting your stuff and locking the place up.

Fucking finally. You can go home and rest..

Walking your way back should've been simple, you should've been safe this was a tight knit community. Everyone knew everyone, even new comers. No one would try anything but you had to be the one.

All was well til you felt gloved hands grab you from behind. Shoving you hard against the ground, covering your mouth as they blindfolded you and gagged your mouth

Someone should've heard you, especially when you managed to slip away and ran for a few miles before getting caught again. Being dragged back to the dark..

"Bitte, es tut mer leid.. It's okay"

Imagine the betrayal, you stop struggling looking behind you to see your friend. Dragging you to his car and shoving you inside.. Not before tying you up. All the while apologizing and trying to explain something.

Not like you were listening, all that mattered was the fact you were being kidnapped by your best friend.

°°°

"Leibing, I'm back"

2 clicks then loud thuds coming from the stairs as he makes his way down to the makeshift room König prepared for you. A bed, a small bathroom, a small kitchen with all the supplies you needed. No knives, König was smart enough to think you would try to kill him.. But worse yourself. He can defend himself easily from you.

Especially that one time you managed to break off a piece from the cabinet and trying to stab him.

He made sure to lock you down here longer.

He's not a monster though. He knows you have a system to do things so every twice a week he would bring you outside. Monitored.

If he was out on his job, he would just open a makeshift window for you to bask in the sun while he was away.

He would always stock your food, even giving you snacks.

He gave you a T. V, books, magazines, small toys and games to keep yourself entertained.

He bought you new clothes, he brought you gifts from his travels.

"Liebe? Are you hiding?"

Peek around the corner. There you are. You're curled up in a ball. Tired and emotionless as usual.

"You haven't been sleeping again, have you?"

He walks over to you, wrapping you in his arms

" Ich liebe dich so sehr.. You know that right?"

"It's why I did this.. es ist für dich"

You don't answer

You stopped answering just a few weeks ago

König missed your old personality, where was the cheerful you? The one who would strike up the conversation first.

But König knew why, He knew the consequences way back when he planned on doing this.

He planned this for so long to have you.

He could live with the changes, He could live with the fact that you probably hate him now.

Stockholm Syndrome was his hope of you loving him back, but he knew it would take a while. He can be patient, he waited long enough.

He cupped your face, lifting up his hood slightly to give you a loving kiss.

You stopped fighting back as well.

"Ich kann auf dich warten"

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nat-the-sleepyeth · 1 year

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random König headcanon

I just thought bout something random about him and I just want to write

gn! reader ofc, and a lil bit NSFW

he's a huge cat person, most definitely adopt one or two cats if both of you live together.

if not he'd definitely pet every random cats that walk to him.

loves snuggling with his cat on the couch, sometimes afterwork you'd return home and find him on the couch with your cats on his stomach and another in his arms.

and he'd beg you to join him ofc, his head rest on your lap while you caress his hair.

loves forest walking. he always find time to go to national park with you and take a long walk, mostly end with you two sitting near the river or lake sipping your favorite hot drinks.

"the water reflection while sunset is gorgeous." he'd say. and you'd look at him "schatz, why are yo looking at me ?" and you'd reply "cuz the reflection in your eyes is thenmost beautiful thing for me." and he'd turn red.

after the walk you'd stop by your fav food restaurant and have a dinner.

loves movie nights, not because of the movie but because he gets to cuddle with you.

sometimes when he's back from a long mission he'd ask for movie night. but mostly end up with him being touchy and you have to pause the movie to give him the attention.

the next day you'd both wake up naked on the couch with a blanket covers you both.

he's not a fan of crowded places as we know, when you both go to supermarket, he'd hold your hand most of the time, fearing you'd lost in the crowd.

actually laughs a lot, he loves all your jokes no matter how lame they are. he just loves it when smile widely while struggling not to laugh when you tell him the jokes.

have a praise kink, both in and out of the bedroom, he loves when you tell him how good he is doing something, carrying the heavy stuff, taking care of his plants, anything.

is a little spoon, loves nuzzling his face on your chest, because your scent calms him down.

he loves to make campfire outside when it's cold and snuggle with you, watching stars.

he is actually a bit hypersexual, and quite talkative in bed, he'd mumbles German when you guys have seggs.

he's good at aftercare, because you'd be drained before he would, he'll clean you up and softly telling you how good you are, and he'll rub your hands with his while you are falling asleep.

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m2ok · 1 year

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Ooooohhh König with a shorter s/o that keeps stealing his shirts

-🐝

ugheirgerigu height difference holds my heart <333. Also, I’m working on your other requests right now <33

König With a Short S/O

König x Reader

A/N: i just made these headcannons, because i felt i could do that better than a fic. I felt like a fic would be too short ( even though this is also short-). Male reader is intended, but could be read as Gender Neutral

He’s used to being taller than everyone, so you being shorter than him is not a surprise at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love it though, and he absolutely exploits it. He puts things higher on shelves just so you have to ask him to get it for you. He also for sure does that thing where he leans down to your level so that he can hear you better.

Now, i know big boy has social anxiety, but i don’t think he’s as timid as everyone makes him out to be. I say this because I think he would just pull you onto his lap whenever he could, he likes how grounding it is to have your body weight on his. Also side note but those thighs?? So very strong.

He does not go easier on you when you’re sparring as he thinks that would be a disservice to you and your capabilities. Of course he’s not going to do something that would seriously hurt you, but you will be thrown around and your height will be used against you.

Scary dog privileges, obviously. Someone not taking you seriously because of your stature? He’s just standing behind you, staring the person down until they comply. From then on that person doesn’t hesitate when told to do something.

He likes to hide you behind him when talking to people because he thinks its funny when you just pop out and scare the shit out of whoever he’s talking to.

Picks you up constantly. Especially when you’re about to get into a fight, like he’d just grab you under your arms and carry you away before punches can be thrown. A mission is going south? He’s throwing you over his shoulder before you can even think of continuing said mission.

Okay now onto the clothing stealing. He cant even try to hide how much he likes it when you were his clothes. They’re just so long on you and it’s obvious who’s clothes you’re wearing. Especially loves it when you walk around base in one of his hoodies, because then everyone gets a little reminder who you’re dating.

First time you stole his shirt he was a giggling little mess, he was covering his already masked face with his hands because of how hard he was blushing.

I think whenever he’d want to see you in his clothes he would just hold out whatever article it is and wait for you to take it and put it on. As soon as you did he would insist on spending the rest of the night cuddling. He just always wants to hug you :(((((

Overall he gets very cuddly when you’re wearing his stuff. It’s like cuteness aggression, and I think he would legitimately give you little love bites because he simply cannot handle it.

As always, requests are open

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gloriousgoosegreeting · 1 year

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Small PSA because I see it so often:

DON'T LET KÖNIG USE "MEINE LIEBE" AS A TERM OF ENDEARMENT.

I am German, not Austrian so maybe regional differences bring a different context to this, but whenever I read "meine Liebe" it does not translate to "my love" which I assume is the intention, but more as the female version of "my lovely" which is rarely ever used outside of condescension.

Since it is gendered female it is especially jarring when it is said to gn!reader, m!reader or male canon characters. But in general it does not really work in a loving or romantic context so I would recommend looking for alternatives.

A personal fav of mine being "(mein) Liebling" which is considered gender neutral and translates to darling, but I personally think the German version still carries the fondness that "my love" indicates.

Of course if other German speakers want to add something or completely disagree with my point I'd love to hear more perspectives on it, since I know these things are incredibly subjective.

And yes, technically the literal translation of "my love" is "meine Liebe" so it is a very understandable mistake to make, just keep in mind it might not come across the way you intend.

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cod-sins · 10 months

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𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed

[A/N: I didn't proofread this so if you see a mistake no you did not.]

[Edit: I can't seem to add a read more option fellow mobile users I am so sorry]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. I see König standing at a whopping 6'10 (because I say so) meaning he's a big guy. He has trouble finding clothes that fit his size (especially pants). He gets alot of his civilian clothes tailored or he just has his Oma [ :')] do it for him. I imagine he wears a size 49 in European shoes (16 for Americans) and he prefers boots and sneakers instead of sandals and loafers. His usual outfits include plain colored tees, a jacket (usually dark colors; black, navy blue, hunter green), sweatpants [show off that dickprint] and combat boots. König doesn't wear his hood out in public, so he settles for black or blue surgical masks. He doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself so dressing casual is his way to go. He's got big meaty thighs and hard abs with a sharp prominent v-line (mwah) to tie it all together.

‣. König has a cleft lip! It's on the right side of his mouth, he hated it as a child but grew up to realize it was apart of him. He has scars on his forearm from a hostile trying to slash him. They run deep and it was a pretty painful experience for him (he hates talking about it and he tries to wear long sleeved clothes but sometimes the weather ends up winning). He also has a bullet scar on his thigh as well. He keeps his nails short except one or two just in case he needs to pick something or scratch. I imagine his hair to be a soft strawberry blonde color. Something like this, this, and this. Because of the military he keeps it very short but he likes when his s/o styles it around. It looks similar to these styles. Despite what canon says I say his eyes are deep green.

‣. König is a Libra! His birthdate is August 22, 1995! [I know Libra's aren't born in August but for the sake of fanfiction shhhh let's pretend it is!] Making König 27 years old; He's very mature for his age!

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ‣. König suffered from anxiety/social anxiety since he was 17 and still suffers till this day just not as much. He's able to turn it off in the field but once he's on leave and is around other civilians it comes crawling back. It has stopped him from making friends, hanging out with his fellow soldiers and even dating. He's still a virgin because of this (and because of work and him finding the right person but that's a later issue). However once you get past that shy exterior he's pretty cocky. He's proud of the fact that he is a colonel and he enjoys secretly flexing on his s/o. "Ja, I took down a group of terrorists and saved all the hostages by myself. No big deal (👀)." He's one of those quiet people who talks alot of shit in their head and sends side eyes instead of starting shit.

‣. König is relatively good at hiding his anger, especially since he wears that mask 24/7. He'll quietly brood in the corner--arms crossed giving off an aura that spooks the new recruits. He's very quiet not speaking unless spoken too or if he needs something. König is so sarcastic! He'll roll his eyes (secretly) or mumble smart comments under his breath––mocking whatever superior that pissed him off. If you're close to you him you'll notice when he's happy. He has a slight bounce in step and he walks with his chest puffed up proudly. It's a real cute sight honestly.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. König's favorite colors are earthy tones. He likes dark woodsy green, russet and navy blue. I imagine he loves the ocean and water. Especially creeks! Winter may not be his favorite season but he loves hiking through the snow in his hometown's nature trails. He enjoys hearing the sound of the snow and dead leaves crunch under his footsteps. Speaking of hometown his favorite dishes are things like beef stew or anything meaty and hearty. He really likes homemade jams and jellys. He prefers going to the farmers market and picking up his fruits and vegetables fresh.

‣.This man's house is HUGE. It would look maybe something like this. It's super spacious with a few spare rooms for guests. König showers more than he bathes. He's legs are too long to fit which makes him have to awkwardly scrunch himself up. He isn't around much because of his work so he never took to the time to properly decorate. If you're his s/o he gives you permission to decorate. Make it look really pretty for him please. He lives somewhere a little distant from the city; closer to the country but not too far. He still wants to be close to local shopping markets.

‣.I think König would prefer a fat/chubby partner over a thinner partner. He enjoys grabbing onto their body, holding them closely feeling the warmth radiate from their body. I see him liking a partner who is quiet. Not as quiet as him because he likes when your chatter fills the silence. But someone who's able to relax and enjoy the ambience of their surroundings. Someone who is able to point out the little details in things. He wouldn't mind an outgoing s/o, someone who speaks for him when he doesn't feel verbal that day.

König was once stationed by an ocean for half a year and it was the best moments of his life. It was so calming for him. Every night he could hear the waves gently crashing against each other it always soothed him. It was favorite lullaby (after the one his mom sings).

König always has his hands held behind his back or he holds them in the front. He enjoys grabbing parts of himself it helps keep him stable and grounded. He also fiddles alot. Like he constantly stretches and wiggles his fingers. Or he lightly traces his thighs up and down with his fingers.

One of his favorite genres of music is Electro Swing. His favorite band is Caravan Palace. He loves all their albums.

100% picks people up. If you're his s/o and you're in his way he's grabbing you by the waist and gently moving you over. If you're on the battlefield god knows he's treating you like a football; bro is slugging you over his shoulder if you get injured or he's tackling you down to protect you from grenades.

If he's stutters too much in a sentence he gets really mad. He doesn't find it funny when people mock his accent. Also!! There are certain English words that König just doesn't know. He's fluent in English and can write well but there are times he gets stuck on words he doesn't recognize.

Has a thing for chubby cheeks. Also really likes chubby fingers. If you have fat fingers please give him a massage, he would love it so much. It's such a nice contrast too; his rough calloused hands compared to your soft round ones.

Looves chocolate. Especially dark chocolate, he really enjoys candy bars with nuts and toffee in them. He adores American super-sized candy bars. He also really likes twizzlers and licorice.

He doesn't outwardly smoke but if you offer he won't refuse. He's makes sure not to make it a habit (his grandmother was very upset when she caught him smoking once), he'd rather die by a bullet than slowly kill himself.

I know I said he's 27 but I imagine him to be 35 in canon.

NATURE LOVER! Bro is enamored by the beauty of his home country. He loves observing the wildlife on walks. He has a journal where he keeps different leaves from different places he was stationed at.

Good friends with Horangi. Not like BFFS (they are) but they're drinking buddies. Horangi helps König with his social anxiety and König helps Horangi not fall back into gambling.

König's favorite meat ever is lamb. He fucking loves a tender lamb roast. Gets annoyed as hell when the meat get stuck between his gums but he thinks it's worth it for the delicious food.

Pretty particular about his beers, he doesn't drink anything he's a man of class! He'll go on this super long lecture about how German brewing is so much better than other countries and that non-German beer/alcohol can't compete. Him and Soap got into an argument about this.

He keeps his area as tidy as possible. He isn't a slob but isn't a complete neat freak. If he has a bunch of random items out he'll try and keep them in a organized pile.

Sometimes he leaves his guns out around his house.

Lowkey likes being needed. There are times when his fellow soldiers ask him for help carrying extra stuff or when children or the elderly ask him to reach stuff off the top shelves. Especially likes when his s/o ask him to carry them. He'll start to puff his chest out and walk around with a dumb grin under his mask.

Type of guy to see people down an asle and wait for them to move instead of saying excuse me. [Projecting fr fr]

A real crafty individual, his hood is just a tee-shirt with holes in it. His helmet is literally a bicycle helmet he modded with military gear. König knows how to sew and he can tailor a little. He prefers taking his clothes to a seamstress or tailor because his hands are very big and sewing can a take a long time and he doesn't have that much patience for it.

He LOVED arts and crafts as a child. He would make so much shit to bring him to his mom and grandma. His grandmother still has his things till this day.

His favorite English speaking bands would be The Smiths, Boâ and The Cranberries. He likes to quietly sing to himself it makes him happy. He also enjoys 70-80s music. I also think he likes the sound of nu metal/rock instrumentals.

If he had an s/o he would love to dance with them. He would/could never dance in public but behind closed doors god knows this man would shimmy with his partner. He doesn't care if you can dance well because he can't dance well, he just wants to let loose and have fun with you.

Broke a guy's ribcage once. It was during sparring and König was pretty pissed with the man because he did something cocky and stupid that caused them the life of another soldier. He didn't receive proper punishment because they successfully completed the mission but König decided he should deal his own form of justice. By putting so much pressure on his chest until he heard a satisfying crack sound.

I think he likes apple cider.

He was raised by his mother and grandmother so he has a softer spot towards woman. He enjoys being in their company.

Smells like one of those fireplace candles or something with sandlewood and cinnamon. On the battlefield thought he reeks of blood, sweat and gunpowder.

Absolutely hates when there is dirt under his nails (or anyone else's). He thinks it looks so gross it makes him wanna vomit.

His favorite animal is probably either a bear or fox. He also likes pigs, he thinks the little piglets are so cute.

König is texter not a caller. He'll send his s/o paragraphs of texts instead of small individual ones because he thinks the notifications would be annoying and the last thing he wants to be is annoying (please convince him he's not).

He always plans out conversations in his head. Before going to check-out he's going through a mental rundown of what the total is gonna be, how he's gonna pay and what the cashier is going to say. Being in the military lowkey made this worse. He's always over analyzing conversations because he's afraid of messing up and embarrassing himself.

He likes drama movies and psychological horror. Midsommar is one of his favorite horror movies.

König has stretch marks on his thighs and legs and a little on his stomach. His growth spurt was crazy as a child.

Requests: OPEN

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

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latenightdaydreams · 2 months

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💗Masterlist💗

König🩷

Request open!

Smut Stories:

Priest!König x Nun!Reader (Fem)

König x Lactating!Reader (fem)

MDNI 🔞

Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem) , part2

Facesitting with König (fem)

König x Secretary!Reader (fem) , part2

König x Cockwarming!Reader (fem)

Shower Time (MLM)

Easter Bunny (fem)

Mechanic!König x Reader (fem) , part2

Trucker!König x Stranded!Reader (fem) , part2 , part3 (heavy triggers)

Comfort!König x g/n!Reader

Sunny!König x Dom!Reader (fem)

Forbidden Shower Time (fem)

König x TF141!Reader (fem)

König x Stepmother!Reader (fem), part2

Dom!König x Sub!Reader (fem)

Reunion (fem)

Late Night Walk (fem)

Viking!König x Reader (fem)

Lets Make A Bet (g/n)

Fluff:

Trucker!König x Runaway!Reader

Homecoming (fem)

König x Wife!Reader (fem)

Finding You (g/n)

Head canons:

Husband König Head Canons

König Kinks Head Canons

König x Disabled!Reader Head Canons, Part2

König Getting / König Giving (Head) Head Canons

Dom König Head Canons / Sub König Head Canons

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centaurisolarflare · 1 year

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König Headcannons

Someone tell me what absolute crack they’re sprinkling these masked Call of Duty men with. I’ve got major König brainrot and this got wildly out of hand, like a five-page word doc out of hand – I had to just stop because it got so long. Might do an NSFW one, lmk if you’d want that. I love you all dearly, enjoy!

- He’s really good at Tetris. Don’t ask me how or why I arrived at this conclusion, I myself have no idea. Dude just likes Tetris. It’s fast paced and demands his attention so he can usually sit still if he’s focused on the game.

- Compulsively chews the skin off his lips and the inside of his cheeks. Can’t help it. Used to bite his nails but that faded throughout his military involvement as he wears gloves pretty much all the time.

- This man has a list of things about you memorized. He covets each piece of information. He knows not only your favorite kind of tea but exactly how you like it prepared. Knows every single favorite you’ve ever mentioned – foods, flowers, books, movies, weather, what songs or types of music you’ll listen to depending on your mood, the colors you like and the colors you think you look best wearing, if you prefer gold or silver jewelry, etc. etc.

-- Started keeping this list long before he ever actually really spoke to you with things he overheard you say. He was so worried he’d slip up and you’d think he was creepy.

- Fucking loves giving you things. Like I said, he has all your favorites memorized, so it’s easy for him to grab things when he sees them. MFer would give you a rock if it made you happy, he just loves seeing your face light up.

-- Toward the beginning of you two, when he knew he liked you but was still too anxious and shy to really interact with you, it was so much easier for him to pack all his sentiment and feelings into the things he gave you. He could push them into your hands with maybe a word or two — sometimes literally just saying “here” or “for you”, though often it was without saying anything at all — and hope you got the intended messages of “I thought of you; this suits you; I want you to enjoy this; I care about you”.

-- He heard you mention some obscure recently published book you wanted to read one time and he immediately began looking for it. When he found it, he bought it with an intensity that scared the bookshop owner; he nearly slammed it on the counter and shoved a handful of money at them, he was just so damn excited to be able to give it to you. And yet, he still carried it around in one of the bigger pockets on his gear for days because he was nervous to actually give it to you in person

-- Gives you food all the time. Just appears next to you holding out something or another and vanishes before you’re even done saying thank you. You could be stationed anywhere and somehow this man has found? made? acquired? something delicious and he will be giving it to you.

- On that topic, he’s a really good cook. Like legitimately everything he even attempts to make comes out amazing. He loves when you hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks.

-- The first time you offered to help he was so startled he nearly dropped a knife. He comes to loves how seamlessly you two work together and move around each other in the kitchen.

-- He gets to listen to you talk but the tasks at hand give him something to focus on and do, which makes the heat of your attention and his supplying the other half of the conversation easier to bear.

-- Plays quiet music as he cooks, asks you for songs to put on and loves hearing you sing along as you work

-- He loves when you hop up on the counter, you look so cute swinging your legs and watching what he’s doing.

-- Will absolutely do the nonna thing where he swats at your hand if you try to steal something before the dish is ready but he also does the nonna thing where he’ll chop extra veggies so you can eat a few, or he’ll give you a handful of chocolate chips before using the bag. Basically, snacking is fine as long as it’s König approved snacking.

---- One time, when he walked back into the kitchen to see you sneaking bites out of the pot on the stove, he reflexively swatted your backside with the dishtowel he’d had over his shoulder. He turned bright fucking red when you whipped around, shock written all over your face and the wooden spoon still in your hand. Immediately began stumbling over his words trying desperately to explain himself, god he was so fucking stupid and he felt like a chasm was opening up in his chest, until you broke out in a grin and started laughing so hard you got tears in your eyes. He was still mumbling apologies as he went to add spices to the pot, still bright red because you were leaning against his side trying to catch your breath.

-- Loves sharing the things you make together, loves sitting down and having meals with you

-- I also think he has a sweet tooth and he’d love it if you liked to bake

-- While we’re talking about food, I think he really enjoys clementines for some reason. The fruit looks extra small in his hands as he takes the rind off, he’ll always pull it apart and offer you half

- Loves snow. Like kid-rushing-to-the-window loves snow. Stands outside with his head tilted back watching it fall.

- Rarely gets cold, he’s like a walking furnace.

- Trust issues af. Distanced himself from you, especially when he found himself liking you.

- Dude is big. Really big. He’s aware of that. But he never really thought about certain applications of his size; like how your hand fits in his, how your eyes shine when you look up at him, how his fingers fit around your waist/throat/wrists/thighs, how you look wearing his clothes, etc.

- You’re his first kiss and he is nearly shaking out of his own skin when it happened, but he makes up for the nerves and inexperience with hesitant enthusiasm and pure adoration.

- His phone screen is cracked. Badly.

- Good with animals, the type of person to be going about his day with a cat perching itself on his shoulder. Oddly loves waterfowl – birds like ducks and geese and swan.

- Good with kids in a quiet way. He’s a little awkward with them, they’re so unpredictable and don’t really have filters so they’re a little terrifying, but they adore him. He listens and nods as they babble, lets them hang off his arms, and gives as many piggyback rides as he’s asked for.

-- Would love it if you were good with kids. If you were playful and indulged their imaginations, yet you took them seriously when they had questions and concerns. It’s a bittersweet thing to see you being so attentive and caring because he would have done anything for someone so kind when he was younger.

- Loves when you sit close to him and press your thigh against his, or when you stand and lean against him

- Either cannot make eye contact or stares. If you’re doing something that requires your visual attention but still talking to him, like driving, he’d be staring directly at you the whole time; until you glace at him in the passenger seat and suddenly he’s looking at anything else

-- When he gets flustered, he tends to look upwards and trys to even out his breathing

- Speaking of driving, he absolutely says “horses” or “cows” when you pass a field of animals. Totally monotone and watches them as you pass by.

- Took him a while to get accustomed to casual touches from you, even longer for more intimate touches, but once he’s comfortable he cannot get enough. Touchstarved.

- Opens every single door for you

- Talks too fast and gets flustered when he trips over his words, which doesn’t help him speak any slower. He has poor volume regulation and either talks either way too quiet – and mumbles when he does – or way too loudly.

- He doesn’t usually stutter but it happens a lot around you. He wants so badly to talk to you but you’re so kind and pretty and his thoughts are going a million miles an hour in about four different directions, and he just ends up so nervous. He tries to say two things at once and stutters through his sentence, he tries to say one thing but abandons it half way through to say something else, repeats certain words, and of course stutters on certain letters.

-- He’d be so so grateful if you didn’t laugh or mock him. He’s used to people finding ways to get out of talking to him, inventing reasons to cut conversations short, for a whole host of reasons – his accent, how intimidating he looks, the way he talks, the tripping up on words – and he remembers when he was younger and either no one wanted to speak to him or he’d get bullied for speaking at all.

-- He loves that you’re patient and let him work through his sentences – and he will, because he really does want to talk to you if he could just sort his brain out.

-- The effort you put into making him comfortable, making him feel at ease talking to you, knocks the air out of his lungs. The attention sometimes makes his anxiety flare up, but he can’t help but love your dedication to talking with him.

- On kind of the same topic, he will make noises or hand gestures to communicate. Sometimes only responds with a “hmm” or “mmhm” but he is paying rapt attention and wants you to keep talking, he just can’t make his own words work right then.

- If you are outwardly confident, maybe even a little cocky, he eats that shit up. Winking while telling him you’ve got it, grinning after an impressive display of competence.

-- If you speak up for him or defend him, he’ll lose his mind

- He loves playing with your hands. He’ll do it absentmindedly – rubbing circles on the back of your palm, toying with your fingers, tracing over the ridge of your knuckles – and always blushes when he realizes, no matter how many times you tell him it’s alright.

-- If he gets more comfortable and in a relationship with you, he’ll lace your fingers together and pull your hand to his mouth so he can kiss the back of it.

-- Also, if you put your hand on his face and hold his cheek he’ll grab your wrist – fingers wrapping all the way around it and then some – press your hand more firmly against his face, and turn his head to kiss your palm.

- Never feels like he’s allowed to touch you and will kind of linger around you until you initiate something or ask him what he needs (embarrassed as hell when you make him tell you exactly what he needs in a more NSFW context, but he loves it). Will always always always ask before touching you if he’s the one initiating. Once you do give him permission, he’s on you like a shot.

-- Clingy as fuck. Always wants to be near you. If he can’t be next to you he’ll keep his eyes on you, you’ve lost count of the number of times you’ll look at him to find he’s already watching you.

-- Uses his strength to his advantage when he wraps his arms around you and won’t let you get out of bed in the morning.

-- Loves when you hug him so tight he thinks maybe you’ll crack his ribs, it feels so safe and he’ll rest his head on top of yours. I also think he’d be the type to hug so than his arms are under yours; yes, he knows it makes the whole thing less convenient because he has to lean down more, but he wants to be able to draw you in against his chest as securely as he can.

- He has stretchmarks on his arms/back/thighs from growing so much so fast. He’s really self-conscious about them.

-- I also think as a result of growing so fast there was a period of time when he was young where he’d faint in the mornings. There’s a type of syncope that can occur during the years growth spurts happen, especially when a child grows a lot, caused by a lack of blood (oxygen) to the brain; it’ll happen especially after getting up from sleep, due to slow blood circulation, and in the shower, due to the warm temperature and humidity. He’d just space out, get black spots or narrowing vison, and pass out. Wake up quickly, maybe with a little vertigo, and be fine.

- Remembers and treasures every single complement and nice thing you’ve said to or about him. Complements and praise make him a mess.

- Can weave flower crowns.

- If you wear makeup, he loves watching you put it on. Maybe one day you’ll doll him up with it and tell him how pretty he is.

- Not fond of needles, doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings.

- Not super comfortable with PDA.

- In private, he loves kissing your forehead and the top of your head. When he’s more comfortable with you he’ll stoop over to kiss to the back of your neck, gently brushing your hair out of the way to press his lips right above the last knob of your spine.

-- Loves kissing you when he’s sitting down and you’re straddling his lap, his thighs splayed out and you raised up on your knees to accommodate for his height, one hand on your waist and one up grasping at the back of your neck, and you kiss him filthy and tell him how good he is. He’s inexperienced so he gets overwhelmed quickly, resting his forehead on your shoulder and panting while he tries to focus on anything other than how badly he wants to pull your hips down and rut against you. He’s definitely cummed in his pants befo- *I am forcibly removed from the stage*

- Babyboy gets flustered and embarrassed so easily, has a blush than spreads down to his chest.

- Loves having inside jokes with you. Loves the side glances you shoot him, your suppressed smile, the little nudge you give him with your shoulder or elbow

-- Loves that you two talk enough to have these jokes and references, and that you remember them. It reassures him that you enjoy talking to him.

-- He especially, maybe selfishly, loves when someone asks about the glances and the snickering and you tell them that it’s an inside joke, that you refuse to offer any further explanation, that you want these little jokes to be yours and his alone.

- Loves when you play with his hair, lets out very contented hums when you scratch your nails over his scalp.

- Gives you massages. He’s really good at it, big hands, okay, and he’s so warm. Especially likes relieving your shoulders, back, and hands but will give diligent attention to any of your sore muscles.

- Doesn’t wear any jewelry but is absolutely the type to wear a little woven threads or beaded bracelet forever just because you gave it to him

- Because of how tall he is, he’s used to being cramped up when he sleeps so he sort of always curls up as much as he can when he sleeps, even if he has room to stretch out.

-- If you’re near him while he’s asleep there’s a good chance he’ll wrap himself around you.

- He has so many little fun facts on an absurdly large number of topics and could ramble for hours about the subjects that particularly interest him.

-- If you mention something you’re interested in he will do extensive research to learn about it. He wants to show you he cares and he also wants to be informed so he doesn’t make himself look like an idiot in front of you.

- Loves teaching you things, he feels more sure of himself when he’s instructing you through something he’s knowledge about.

-- Loves being taught as well, he’s very good at following directions and always wants to impress you.

- Never forgets birthdays, anniversaries, or any other important dates. This man will remember your pets birthdays.

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Test The Limits (Reader Insert Version)

Ghost & König x gender neutral reader (no y/n)

Rating: NSFW 18+

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

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

Summary: Smut. Absolute filth without much plot. Ghost has enough of your attitude and decides to fuck it out of you; him and König end up taking turns on you.

A/N: This is my first time writing anything about CoD MW2 aaand also my first time attempting to write a threesome. Certain parts of dialogue and phrases are inspired by u/badjhur on reddit. Sometimes the POV kinda switches, I hope you don't mind. I've been going wild for König lately and I'm trying to bring my thoughts to paper. Enjoy!

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Test The Limits

"Argh fuck!", you shouted in frustration as your face hit the floor. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley pinned you down with his entire body weight, twisting your dominant hand onto your back, your other hand squashed underneath your own body. You'd fucked up. Again.

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

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

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

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

"Behave."

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

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

"I said behave.", he growled.

"Get. Off. Of. Me.", you said slowly and clearly, your tone stone cold.

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

"Stop that!", you protested.

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

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

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

"F-fuck...!", you gasped as he full on rutted his hips against yours. You tugged at his shirt, but that changed nothing.

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

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

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

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

Oh.

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

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

You bared your teeth at him out of pure instinct. The movement was so quick you felt your bottom lip split open and tasted blood.

"You're so goddamn full of yourself!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very well."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No.", Ghost interrupted, "You both have had problems staying focused lately and you've become liabilities to the entire team. So, to help you get it together, you are going to practice following orders. Right fucking now."

You exchanged a nervous glance with König.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"On your knees, soldier."

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

Apparently the answer to that was Yes.

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

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

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

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

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

You swallowed thickly between breaths and gave the Lieutenant a crooked smile. Provocatively you licked your bottom lip and glanced up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck them. That's an order!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah- Yes...fuck... König, fuck- ngh"

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

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

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

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

"Ahng- yes- Yessir!"

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

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

You arched your back as König repeatedly hit your sweet spot. You cried out in pleasure, begging him not to stop as you careened towards your high.

"Greedy, are we? You gonna behave for us, hm?", Ghost teased, swiping his thumb across your lips. Your eyes fluttered as you nodded vigorously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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burstinn · 6 months

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Eldritch Octo! König x Male reader

I want an x male reader with eldritch König. I always find x female :(( so I made one for myself.

Can be read as Gn! reader but targeted audience is male or people with he/ him or he/ they

Warning: Translated German, Non-con?, Forceful relationship/ toxic relationship.

Striking and sliding your legs out of the wreckage of your teams ship. Coughing out blood and sea water as you suck in a breath.

Burying your head in the sand of an island you managed to get onto.

The sand was cold. So was the air. You were cold. You turn your body to look at the wreckage or what's left of the wreck. A few scraps float to the island you sat on.

There were no other survivors or none you could see. You didn't even know why and how this happened.

You were just down at the docks then you heard an alarm go off making you sprint upstairs to the main deck. Seeing the panic and screams of your team running around.

You tried to ask what's happening but no one answers. All to consumed with whatever happened to make them panic this hard. They we're all scrambling around. You could hear some Shooting rounds some shouting orders others running past you to get downstairs.

Then everything went blank you couldn't remember what else happened. Just a loud bang and you wake up floating on some scrap then you saw this island. You must've passed out. It's a miracle your even alive I mean you were unconscious the whole time.

Did an enemy pull out a surprise attack? That could be possible. Was there something wrong with the ship? Also possible..

You let out deep shaky breaths. You were probably the only survivor on that ship. You tilt your head from side to side looking at this lone island you were in. Behind you looked almost like a jungle you couldn't see past the bushes and trees contributing to how it was night. It was eerie

Weird. It looked like a huge island. It could possibly fit a colony or small village. He couldn't remember seeing this on the map.. Is this an unmapped island?

You stay silent. That's odd...no sounds of animals not birds, not predators or prey hell not even crickets. How could an island be this big but no animals?

Your thoughts were cut short when you hear someone walk on the sand. You flinch swiftly tilting your body to see who it was an enemy? A teammate? A wild animal?..

You sit up. Wait.. That's not.. Right..

It's a 6'10 man walking towards you. Wearing military uniform? A hood hiding his whole face only showing his eyes.

"W-What the-"

You mumble out. Was there a search team already? Why was a lone military man in this island?

"Hello, schatz. I finally get to see you"

He spoke with an Austrian Accent. He spoke with familiarity like he knew you. But you didn't know him. You shakily stood up when he was close to you. Carefully balancing yourself and getting a position to run if this man tries anything.

"Wh-Where is your team? Where are the other soldiers? Who are you? Are you a search and rescue?"

You quickly asked narrowing you eyes in suspicion. Which only made the man before let out a gutteral laugh.

It made him smile seeing you look so strong and cautious even getting in position to sprint away from him. Adorable he doubts you'd even have the time to process what he would do before you could even start running.

"No no schatz, I'm not here to rescue you. I'm here to finally make you mine!"

The Man says normally a glint in his eye. Enthusiasm in his voice as he steps closer.

"Excuse me? This is no time to fucking joke- who the fuck are you?! I swear if I-"

"I'm König" he cuts you off, "there's no need to tell me your name I already know everything about you, bitte come here. Let me finally hold you"

You step back as the man.. Named König held out his arms expectantly waiting for you.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! No! Where are your soldiers?! W- How do we get out of this damn island?!"

You hiss. Screaming at König the hint of authority, anger and fear in your tone. Which made König's enthusiasm fall. He didn't like that tone you were giving him.

He hoped you'd be more submissive.. More cooperative with him. You can see under his mask, his mood shifts.. So did König's tone something more mocking, angry, sinister.

"Ruhige Schlampe, You don't leave the island. I won't allow you too meine liebe. You are confused, it's sad you don't remember what happened"

He responds. Chuckling as he doesn't waste no time to quickly walk over to you and grabbing your arm.

"Das ist traurig Schätzchen, it's okay I'll tell you. I destroyed your ship. I killed everyone. So I can finally have you."

König cooed in your ear. Placing his gloved hand in your cheek.

Your stood frozen.

Is this guy joking? There's no way- but he

"Nein, I am not joking. I can feel you are scared do not worry I will take care of you. I will keep you here in this island.. With me.. Forever"

König hummed as he wraps his arms around you. He just read your mind.. Just when you were about to open your mouth.. To scream, to tell him that this isn't some funny joke.

You felt something wriggling under König's mask. Then something wet and sticky hit your face then multiple wrapping around your face.

You let out a yelp being quickly muffled as you look down and see tendrils.. Octopus like tendrils wrapping your face.

After an agonizing moment of feeling wet slimy tentacles slink around your face some even going in your mouth.. And you felt something touch your lips.. This felt so uncomfortable.. It felt so.. Disgusting..

Then König pulls back leaving circle like marks on your face. You let out a sharp gasp you couldve pushed König but He was holding onto you. You couldn't even move.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT WAS THAT?!? GET OFF ME GODDAMIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

You screamed so pathetically. It was music to König's ears he had dreamed of this day for so...so long. To hear you whine under him. To make you be his. He knew you'd put up a fight that's what he likes about you.. So strong, brave... He go on and on about why you even had the privilege to get his attention.

But he did this for you. Making an island and killing off anyone who'd get in König and your romance life. This was enough of a testament for his love for you. And you would understand it. You should be grateful.

He deserves you now that he'd shown his deep adoration for you! He'd make sure you will.

"Do not be scared schatz, we can be together of you just let me do this. Bleiben wir zusammen"

König pulls you closer to him. Burying your face in his chest muffling your protests even as you pushed and pulled away and at König he wouldn't budge. He didn't even care if your wet body soaks his clothes.

"You are cold yes Mein Mann?, do not fret I will make you a viable house you can live in"

He smiles under his mask. You could tell by the way König insanely looks down at you.

His arms around you felt crushing even as he forces you to lay at the sand with him.

"Is this island nice for you? I made it for you. nur für dich, let me keep you warm. You must be so tired."

Note: so like first post.. Nice.

But if I wrote something wrong or missed something about the German.. Tell..

And idk if I'm making part 2 I'm laaazzzyyy.

#konig x male reader #konig mw2 #konig x gn!reader #cod x male reader #call of duty x male reader #Eldritch König x male reader #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig #könig x gn!reader #könig x male reader #x male reader #gay

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darkworkcourier · 1 year

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Der Waidmann - König/gn!reader

Content includes CNC (reader and König agreed to the scene beforehand, but please be mindful of this), chasing and pursuit, fighting, choking, dryhumping, clothed sex, and aftercare. Reader is gender-neutral and not physically described in any way except for some clothing.

(This is very, very inspired by @toxooz's incredible art over here.)

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It's freezing. Real, bone-deep kind of cold that feels more like a liquid soaking into your clothes. You shiver, tucking your hands back into your sleeves, folding the ends of the sleeves over and clutching the bunched-up hem in your fists to try to keep the worst of the chill out.

Building a fire is out of the question. It's a waxing moon tonight, and the moonlight would easily catch on a column of smoke. The smell would travel. Worst of all, it could calm you down and lull you into dropping your guard. The cold may be brutal, but at least it keeps you awake.

Warm thoughts, you repeat in your head. Even your mind's speaking in whispers, afraid to raise your mental voice like he'll hear you somehow. So you think about cups of warm tea and curls of steam—the image a silent tableau. You imagine the smell of it, the sensation of steam damp on your palm as your hand hovers over the cup. In your mind's eye, you see your hand reach out for the handle, and—

Crack.

You freeze.

Cold crawls up your body, an animal slithering with glee as the warmth of motion fades. Fear is its climbing partner, equally frigid—except it enters you, curls like frost in your belly, grips your vocal cords in a steel-cold claw. The only thing that dares to move is your heart, beating traitorously loud.

Every sound in the forest seems magnified now; leaves rustling loud as gunshots, the wind whistling through the branches at a screaming decibel. You listen for footsteps, for any sign that you're being followed.

There's no way to tell how long you stand still. Your feet ache, your skin itches with the cold, your shoulders stiff and sore. Moonlight filters through the high tree canopy and dapples your skin like a fawn's spots, and you imagine your stillness makes you seem like part of the forest. At least, you hope that's true, that whatever follows you is just as fooled by the accidental camouflage.

If it's still following you.

You wait a moment longer; how long is impossible to say. Long enough that you don't hear another human-made sound aside from your own stilted breathing and reckless pulse. Eventually, you decide it's safe to move—to proceed to safety, wherever that is.

All you manage is one step.

One step, and then there's cold steel at your throat; the flat of a blade, collaring you, rendering you frozen once more. There's no bite of the business side, but you know better than to try to get out of the loose hold.

Then, from behind you, close to your ear, you hear, "Careless."

You have only a second to register the voice, to check it for familiarity and run it against the repository of people in your mind. A second isn't enough, and suddenly you're struck from behind, an arm against your mid-back that knocks you to the ground. On instinct, your hands go out to brace, just as the knife's yanked away and mercifully doesn't catch you. Pain lances up your arms as you hit the dirt, twigs snapping and scratching your face. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and even in the dark, you see twinkling sparks dancing in your vision.

The impact also disorients you, and another rough shove to your side sends you sprawling onto your back, unsure which direction you're facing or where to look. You see stars blinking through the tree canopy—they whirl like pinwheels as you try to get your senses back to normal.

Just in time to see the glint of a blade and the flash of two eyes in the darkness.

Fear overtakes reason—the animal sense of freezing up, accepting the end as it approaches with furious speed and deadly accuracy, the immediate surrender of prey to predator. You gasp and screw your eyes shut, like shutting down one sense will somehow dull the others.

Instead, it makes the dull thunk beside your head all the louder.

Silence follows. Not oppressive. Not stifling. It's the strange silence of the forest, active and alive, yet completely uncaring of your situation—the silence of being ignored. You catch the sound of your attacker's breathing, hard pants filtered through fabric. When you finally do open your eyes, you see him as a silhouette over you, and only then do you register his weight over your hips, his arms on either side of your head. When you manage to turn to find the source of the strange sound beside you, your eyes adjust to allow you to see the assailant's knife driven into the earth with enough force to bury the blade to the hilt.

"Fuck," you breathe out, your first spoken word in hours.

Then you reluctantly turn your attention back to the attacker. You see now that he blends in with the forest, his enormity covered in vines and leaves on a ghillie suit. There was no way you would have spotted him earlier.

He seems pleased with himself, judging by the way his voice rolls out of him in a purr. "Any last words?" he asks.

Before what, exactly? Before he throttles you to death, or chokes the life out of you? You almost mean to ask, but the cold grip of fear is starting to ebb, giving way to the primal need to fight, to escape. He has the size advantage, clearly; however, you're fast, and you know there has to be a way to buy time with the advantages you do have.

"Just one or two," you say.

When he leans in to hear you, the smug victory rolling off him like the heat you can feel through your clothes, you wait. He gets closer.

Closer.

And you immediately reach up with both hands, thumbs pointed, directed toward his eyes. Whether or not you actually hit them, you can't tell. You feel something warm, and then that lively silence of the forest gives way to a bellow of fury. He instinctively reaches up to either grab at you or shove you away to protect his face, but seems caught in split-second indecision. You take that brief second for the blessing it is, scrambling out from underneath him and taking off at a clip through the forest.

There's no doubt he's in pursuit. You don't need to look over your shoulder or stop to listen to know this. Furthermore, you can't spare the half second you'd need to check, as you need every increment of time available to get as much distance between you and him as possible. The overarching goal isn't clear yet—there's no base to run back to, no hiding place you know of, no miraculous weapons cache to raid. You're defenseless, save for what your hands and feet can do, but you're not planning to roll over and admit defeat quite yet.

So you run. You sprint. Every breath burns, every blister on your feet screams in protest. If you manage to live through the night, you'll certainly need more than a day to recover.

Yet you're also running night-blind. The moonlit forest floor is an illusory carpet of false elevation and strange textures. Over and over, you catch yourself from tripping, from running directly into a downed tree or a large stone. The only thing you can possibly count on is that he's in the same situation, running through unfamiliar territory with only his instincts to guide him.

Possibly count on does not mean definitely count on, though.

Because you're suddenly struck from behind again, a hard impact to your spine that sends you sprawling. The only consolation is that you manage to twist around and grab him on the way down. You hear a grunt of pain as both of you fall, and you hiss in response when a tree root catches your ribs.

Unfortunately, you're more dazed than he is. While you have to take a second longer to get your bearings again, he's back on you, this time holding you down with one enormous arm on your throat, cutting off your air supply with terrifying efficiency.

"Clever, Kaninchen," he snarls. You can't see him, but you imagine he's baring his teeth, biting out the words like a wolf snapping its jaws. "But I'm not foolish enough to let you go twice."

It's a threat he's clearly capable of enforcing. You struggle underneath him, your lungs aching, fingers weakly clawing at him as though your effort might be enough. The forest grows darker around you—a black curtain falling onto you during your final act. The animal resistance flares just once more, nails digging into his skin, legs trying to kick up; it's all for nothing.

Suddenly, his arm lets up. You're flooded with frigid air, causing you to cough and sputter as your vision practically whites out. Everything fucking aches, and you try to reorient yourself around the bare fact that you're somehow alive after all this.

But then his hands go to your shoulders, pinning you to the cold earth, damp seeping into your clothes and hair. You wince and hoarsely bark out a protest, but whatever sound you aim to make beyond that is promptly drowned out the moment you feel him change position—his legs move so they now bracket one of yours, and he rolls his hips against your thigh.

For a spare, dizzy moment, you think you hallucinated the sensation. Then he does it again, with a little more force. He grunts, breathes heavier, leans down so the fabric of his hood brushes over your face. You smell sweat and dirt on him, and something pungently metallic—blood, maybe. He ruts against your thigh again and again while his weight presses down like a hydraulic force on your shoulders, causing them to ache horrendously. Yet the pain feels like a background suggestion as you marvel in the sensation of him humping your goddamn leg. He's obviously hard, his arousal more than present against you, and he quickens his pace so it becomes all the more obvious.

Your voice is pathetic, but you manage a baffled, "What?"

Only to be met by one gloved hand over your mouth, the smell of gun oil reeking in your nose. "Ruhig," he snarls. You can feel the heat of his breath on your face through the hood. "Stay quiet or I'll make you."

This threat doesn't feel as forceful, but it could simply be dulled by your own confusingly persistent arousal matching his. Every thrust of his hips has you gasping against his palm, your own hips moving on their own accord.

Obviously, he notices.

His pace stutters once and you see the silhouette of his head move a little. Then, he laughs. It's low, starting deep in his chest before rising in pitch. It then tapers off in an amused sigh. "Enjoying yourself, Kaninchen?" he asks, although the teasing tone is blunted by the way he redoubles his pace on your thigh.

You can't nod or shake your head. All you can do is breathe hard through your nose, small moans breaking loose from your better sense.

"Thought so," he says, then hisses on a particular thrust and drag.

For a long while, that's all there is. You beneath him, feeling him fuck himself on your thigh, his breathing staggered and quick, while you fight back your own arousal even though it's a losing battle. All thoughts of attempting to survive beyond this little rendezvous fade out, and in their place are fantasies of him pulling down your pants, fucking you properly, teasing you to the brink of madness while still wearing those gun oil-stained gloves.

His hips suddenly jerk, and with the motion, you hear him draw in a sharp gasp and let out the air as a grunt. Once more, twice. Then you feel him frantically chasing his orgasm as he pins your leg to the dirt with his full weight.

He's going to come just from rutting on your thigh, completely clothed. Holy shit.

You groan against his glove as you feel the friction burn on your leg, then the ache of him holding you down with his hips. He bites off another loud moan, then lets it loose as a primal growl that sends shivers down your spine before they dissipate as hot sparks in your belly. You feel a new heat, damp against your leg, as he comes harder than you've ever heard or felt anyone do before.

You lay there, stunned, his hand still on your mouth, but one of his fingers half-worked between your teeth. You can taste leather and something bitter, and before you can explore that any further, he suddenly takes his hand away.

There's a sweep of air, scented with pine and frost, then sweat and blood—and then there are lips on yours.

And teeth sharp on your bottom lip.

It's over as quick as it begins. A fae kiss, fast and sharp enough to confuse and startle you, before leaving you wondering if it happened at all.

Then he's off of you, his otherworldly silhouette as tall as the trees around it him, it seems. You have only a moment to stare up in something like awe, at the speckled starlight haloing his head. Then, in a voice like a scrape of earth and a crackle of broken ice, he says, "Run, Kaninchen."

And you're off again.

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"I am so sorry— Fuck, is that another one? Is that from my hand?"

The narrow cubicle of the shower is full of fragrant steam, but mostly full of König's sheer size, cramming you into a tiny tiled corner. His hands frantically hover over your skin, finding old and new marks before he frets over them.

Not for the first time, you wave his hands away. "It's fine," you tell him once more. "I would have said something if it was too much."

"But it was too much," he replies quickly, and immediately, his hands are back. They seem magnetized to your throat, finding where he nearly choked you out.

And your hands are on his arm again, although the gesture is far less frantic than it was in the woods. "I asked you to do that part," you remind him. "I like choking, remember?"

König looks wounded, even as the water drips off his hair and cascades over his shoulders from the showerhead level with his upper back. "I know," he concedes, but he doesn't sound pleased about it.

You reach up and stroke his wet cheek, finding a bruise on him from your thumb. You found out after the scene that you did get him in the left eye, but just jabbed the lower part of the right socket, giving him a solid black eye. Your apology was less repetitive, but nonetheless heartfelt. "It was fun," you reiterate. "Yes, I'm sore as hell, and I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I had the time of my life out there."

"Running from me," he groans, lowering his head to rest on your shoulder. You roll your eyes and reach up to hug him, even if the height difference makes it difficult.

"Oh, and you totally didn't have fun chasing me down."

König's quiet for a moment, before you feel him sigh against you and nod, just a little. "Ein bisschen," he mutters.

You grin and turn your head to kiss his cheek, delighting in the sensation of him leaning into it. "Tell you what," you say, stroking up and down his spine, your touch careful as you're mindful of where he said he was sore. "You can make it up to me by being as gentle as humanly possible once we're back in bed."

You can feel him smile against you, his arms going up to wrap around your waist.

"Absolut," he replies. "I'd like nothing more than that."

#cod: mw2 #könig mw2 #könig smut #könig x reader #könig x gn!reader #this is my first like full-length könig fic thingy holy mackerel #i like writing him a little unhinged tbh #also der waidmann means the huntsman in german hunting language #and kaninchen is like little rabbit? but i meant it in the sense of a coney in hunting

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m2ok · 1 year

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Sfw Alphabet with König

König X Reader

A/N: male reader intended, but can be read as gender-neutral

A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

When you first got together I think he’d be afraid to be affectionate simply because of his size, he wouldn’t want to hurt you, but after enough convincing that you would be completely fine he for sure latches onto you. In private he’ll like to hold you as much as he can, and In public he’ll stick to subtle little touches like holding your hand or putting a hand on your shoulder.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

I think he’s the type of person you’d have to be friends with before dating, and I think he’d honestly be a great friend. I think once you get close enough to him he’d be super energetic and just goofy to be around. He’d like to make you laugh with stupid jokes and pull stupid pranks on the other members of your team. Overall a bit of a menace.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely he does. He would be a little shy about it at first and I don’t think he’d initiate in the beginning, but once he gets comfortable he’s all over you. As soon as he gets you alone he’s following you around like a lost puppy just waiting to pull you in. I think he likes cuddling with his head on your chest and your arms around him, he doesn’t get many chances to feel small like that with someone, so he milks it for all its worth.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think he would want to settle down mainly because he wants to keep you both safe. He definitely craves that soft domesticity with you that everyday normal life brings. I think he’s probably a very good cook, and he usually makes Austrian dishes since thats what he ate growing up. He gets it from his mom, probably watched how she cooked and it just stuck in his head.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Would take him a very long time not only because he’s worried about hurting you, but also because he wants to make sure it’s really what he wants. He is worried that his anxiety is getting the best of him and he’s self sabotaging. Honestly you would probably bring it up first by mentioning how distant he’s being. You’d have a very long conversation that either fixed the problem or ended the relationship amicably.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Absolutely wants to be married. After about two years of dating he would probably start seriously thinking about marriage. I think it would take another full year for him to propose, and it would be some place quiet that means a lot to the both of you like you’re shared home or a first date location.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Extremely, obviously. He is always very gentle with you wether thats when he’s cuddling you or talking to you, he always makes sure to be soft with you. Physically he is afraid of hurting you even if you are a soldier, he’s just so big he thinks he’ll break you :(((

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Adores hugs. He will hug you whenever you to are alone and it’ll always be for long amounts of time like at least ten minutes per hug. His hugs are perfect, just the right amount of pressure and you are always comfortably against his chest. Nice and warm too. He likes when your arms are like folded against your own chest that way he can hold you entirely and make sure you’re safe from every angle.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Falls fast. It takes him a long time to confess to you so when you actually get together i think within the first three months he says it. For sure were friends first, so telling you he loves you romantically comes pretty easy.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jealous, but not in an overly possessive way. He’s just anxious that he isn’t good enough for you, and sometimes he gets self conscious when he sees someone flirt with you. Would probably be pouty about it, and you would need to reassure him that he’s the only man you want. I think you have to be aware that people are flirting with you so you can end it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You cannot tell me this man is a good kisser, at least not at first. He is very nervous the first time, and has no idea what to do so you are going to have to lead him. When he finally does get the hang of it he’s gentle with all of his kisses, they always have meaning behind them. He likes to kiss your forehead a lot, he says it’s easy access. On himself he likes when you kiss his tummy, gets all giggly and squirmy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think he likes kids, and is naturally good with them, but I’m not sure if he would want his own. His job is dangerous and it’s enough that it puts you in danger.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Soft and warm, he never wants to wake up. He is just so cozy in your arms with the warm blankets surrounding you. When you finally do insist on getting up he is following you everywhere. You brush your teeth together, cook together, all of it. He’s just so clingy and sleepy in the morning

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Quiet, usually. He doesn’t really like to go out so most nights are spent at home with nice cooked meals and binge watching a show together.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you started off as friends i think a few months into the friendship he would start to open up with little things like childhood stories or favorite foods. When you get together i think he would tell you the deeper things like his history with being bullied or the trauma he has from missions.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not easily angered, but he gets self conscious very easily. Patience wise i think he is very patient with you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers every little detail about you no matter what. You could mention a food you like one time and he will remember it. He likes it because it makes it easier to take care of you. It means he can make your coffee or tea for you, it means he can buy you clothes if you need them without you there, plus he believes it shows how much he loves you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you guys first got together. It was such a moment of joy for him that he blushes every time he thinks about it. He didn’t ever think he would have a romantic partner like you, so just the memory of you confessing brings him joy.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective, but not in a controlling way. It mainly just comes with his job and your job if you are a soldier. He knows it’s dangerous so in the field he is always looking over his own shoulder and yours for potential threats.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Lots and lots of effort with this man. Dates are probably somewhere quiet or secluded, so to make up for the lake of entertainment he makes sure to put a lot of effort in so you have a good time no matter what. He remembers every anniversary, and always makes sure they’re memorable.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I think with the occasional fights you do have he can lash out. He is used to only being in fight mode in the field, so he can have a harsh tongue and say things he doesn’t mean. I also think sometimes he lets his social anxiety overtake him completely, and it would start to impact your life. Like it might restrict you from going out as much as you did or doing certain things.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Concerned, but not in a vain way. He thinks he isn’t the best looking, so he’s concerned you wont like him either. It would take him a while to take his mask off around you, and you would have to do a lot of convincing for him to know that you find him attractive.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, you are his other half and without you he simply doesn’t know how to handle himself. When you’re gone for long amounts of time like for missions or anything he feels like a part of him is missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s funny, like he just has perfect comedic timing and he’s witty. Most people don’t see it because he holds his tongue, but around you it’s always full laughs.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He absolutely hates when people are mean to workers. Like cafe workers or the target employees. With a partner i think he would dislike if you tended to yell during fights, he knows he can be mean but he never yells.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He takes up the entire bed. He is so tall that he just can’t help it, but besides that if the bed is big enough he completely starfishes. In the beginning of the night it’s all neat with you tucked into him, but by morning the blankets on the floor, he’s spread out and you’re half on him half off the bed.

As always, requests are open

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gloriousgoosegreeting · 1 year

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Stuck (König x gn!Reader)

Summary: König struggles, reader helps.

Info: sfw, self neglect, friends to lovers, mental health talk, cursing, a little bit of blood, a little bit of violence, first kiss

Length: 3,047 words

I wrote this in a frenzy, first time writing after claiming I despise it for years. English is not my native language so I apologise for any grammatical and other errors I might have missed. Much needed research did not happen for this either.

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König did not show up.

again.

Usually, whenever you were off duty, you two met, talked, and grabbed lunch together, on a nearly daily basis. An event that started out as a coincidence, because both of you preferred to eat away from the rest, but quickly became regular enough to warrant being called a routine.

Today was the third day in a row now that your usual schedule got interrupted by him not appearing.

The first day you tried your best not to be hurt. He was usually always on time or notified you if he’d be late or unavailable, he probably just forgot.

The second day you asked around. Maybe he was spontaneously sent on a mission and did not have the time to tell you?

But no, everybody told you he should be here, however no one had actually seen him since the trip to a pub two nights ago.

Surely the hangover should have passed by now.

You chuckled.

Today you started to worry.

There was no way this 6 foot 10 man snuck around the base with nobody ever seeing him, how did he get hold of food and kept up his tight workout regimen when he was only locked up in his room?

Was that where he actually was? It seems like one of the preferable possibilities. .

Surely bringing up food was a good excuse to check up on him. You hoped so. You have only been invited to his room once so far.

You did not want to intrude. Or bother him.

So now you were standing in front of it, two big bowls of steaming instant lasagna in your hands and a hesitant foot raised.

Maybe he was avoiding you specifically.

Maybe literally kicking his door was not the most polite way to approach this.

The bowls were very hot.

You knocked with your foot.

You heard some shuffling behind the door, a lock clicking, and it opened.

König stood in front of you, blocking out any view into his darkened room you might have wanted to steal. His white shirt was crinkled, clearly quickly put on a second ago, sitting right above thick grey sweatpants. He wore his iconic hood but without the black grease paint around his eyes. They looked tired. And you stared into them in a moment of absolute stillness.

The immediate silence forming was deafening. He should have broken it by now, you expected him to, he usually did, he did not like silences like these.This was wrong.

You cleared your throat, forcing a crooked smile on your face. You suddenly understood the intimidating presence he appeared to have on other people.

“Uhm, Hey there, Big Guy, I didn’t see you around the past days, thought you might want some food.”

You raised the lasagna bowls awkwardly, and the eyes that had captured yours unblinkingly until now, snapped towards them.

You knew he liked lasagna, it was actually his favourite, and the first thing he made sure to eat when he got back from missions.

His stomach seemed to agree with you, breaking the silence with an intense growl..

So he was definitely hungry.

You were still staring at his eyes, hoping to get any read of him, what the hell was going on? Was he mad at you? You knew he had problems in social settings but his usually boisterous personality around you easily made up for that.

“Are you okay?”

Nothing. This time the silence felt different though, even more tense than before, he wanted to say something, but the quiet staring continued.

Until finally the nerves in your hands managed to break through the brain fog of the situation to tell you that your hands are in burning pain.

“Fuck”

You started examining your hands, trying to balance the bowls whilst doing so when two large hands relieved you from their possession to put them on a shelf next to the door.

A sigh escaped your lips, when the pain quickly started to subside before you looked up to their owner again.

“Hey, there is no need to eat this if you’re too sick, I can just eat any leftovers later today.”

“No, I am not sick.”

His voice was rough, as if he just woke up.

“I will eat it, thank you.”

Stiff, rehearsed, uncanny. You did not recognise the man who had so quickly become such an important part in your daily life. And still, these words sounded genuine. And that is all that mattered.

Your shoulders sank in relief, before you took another deep breath, eyes shifting nervously between his own.

“I am glad to hear that.”, your smile was genuine now. “Do you want to eat alone? Because otherwise I’d love to keep you company.”

You wanted to show genuine interest in being with him without being too pushy. You knew to give him an out if he truly wanted to be alone, you hoped that message came across.

His eyes had moved to the side before his whole body tensed again.

That was all the answer you needed. Was there something you did to upset him?

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone for now, please tell me if there is anything I can do for you, Bud.”

It would have been nice to keep one of the bowls for yourself, but you guessed after possibly not having eaten for three days he could use any extra portion he could get.

You were already in the middle of turning away before one of his hands moved out and grabbed your wrist. It was surprisingly gentle for such a quick movement. A small tuck, and then the contact was broken again. He had turned around, leaving the door open and alone whilst grabbing the bowls to take with him.

Your heart had skipped a beat and you let out the breath you were holding, a knot in your chest screaming for your attention before stepping into his room.

The air was stiff, uncomfortably warm, there was barely any light coming through the blinds and after you closed the door you stood in near total darkness.

König’s silhouette did not seem bothered by that fact, placing one of the bowls on the table in front of the window whilst keeping one for himself to sit and eat on the bed.

The room was mostly tidy, despite some clothes next to the bed. It did not appear so by choice though and more because there was not enough stuff to actually mess up.

You slowly navigated through the darkness to find his desk.

“Mind if I open the window?” Turning on the lights would feel like an intrusion, like overstepping an invisible boundary. You knew, you would get used to the darkness quickly enough anyways. The choking quality of the air here however certainly had an effect on your appetite.

He shook his head, entirely focusing on the bowl of food in front of him, so you followed up on your plan before sitting down to cast another short glance towards him.

His hood was halfway lifted above his mouth to make space for the lasagne, his shoulders tense and unmoving during the whole process. His hands were trembling.

You started eating as well.

In silence.

The lasagne was still hot, not very helpful in your endeavour of trying to consume it as quickly as possible, because something told you to leave this situation. He did not want you here.

Your chest was tight.

No, he had shown he wanted you here. That was what the tuck meant, right?

Your eyes darted between him and the rest of the room.

Another deep breath, another bite. Some water would be nice.

But you did not break the situation with this request. Should have thought about that earlier.

On his desk was a book, spread around it a handful of pens; the cover was filled with what looked like scribbles and doodles. In low light conditions like this it was impossible to make out any further details but you wanted to make sure to remember to ask about it in the future.

Your attention was drawn back to him when suddenly he stood up, his bowl empty, staring at you for a second too long before casting his eyes away again, his breath visibly shallow. There was tension in his body begging to be freed, but he just stood there, not a word leaving his mouth.

You gulped down your last bite, this time not letting him out of your view. You wanted to say something but your head did not allow any appropriate verbalisation.

But this time, he had mercy on you.

“Let’s go for a walk.”

His speech pattern had not changed from the last time he spoke. A short thought of him being replaced by an alien clone made you stop in your tracks with an involuntary smile before you could process what he just said.

You stood up as well already on the way to the door.

“Sounds good, lemme just grab a hoodie-”

“You can wear one of mine.”

He was in a rush, and did not want to wait for you to get to your room. He himself finally managed to move and rummage through his closet to find -

Wait, did he just offer you his hoodie?

Both of you suddenly froze, realising that this gesture could be read with more meaning than initially intended. You could not deny your heart beat quickening, and then König slowly rose holding two nearly identical black hoodies in his hands. He took a step towards you to hold one of them in your direction with a more than respectful distance between you. He had now completely stopped trying to hold eye contact.

With a short moment of hesitation you took hold of the fabric. It was made of thick and heavy cotton, nothing fancy or particularly soft but something that would warm and last for a while.

And you pulled it over your head.

You were sure he had not worn it yet, the only smell clinging to it being from the standard laundry detergent the base used. It smelled like your own piece of clothing, this one just being three times bigger.

He mirrored your movements, making sure the hood hiding his face was not pulled down as well.

Not giving you a second glance he moved to the door to leave, fully trusting that you would follow him.

And that you did.

It did not take you two long to leave the base.

The afternoon sun was hidden behind clouds, making the outside a lot more bearable after the darkness. You squeezed your eyes against the cool wind hitting your face, barely being able to keep up with König at a normal walking speed.

He noticed, and slowed.

Still quiet, but the tension in his shoulders had already started to subside, his breathing was consciously slower and deeper.

You swallowed, looking up at him, and then the direction you were heading.

Trees started to surround the small path you followed, becoming more and more. Not enough to be called a forest, but enough to hide the view of the base behind them after some turns. The silence was ongoing, but did not feel deafening anymore. You synched with his steps comfortably now that he was walking slower. You let out a deep breath. Relaxing more and more into the situation.

After a while, König spoke.

“Thank you… I-”

He struggled to continue, words being stuck in his throat and at some point you turned your head towards him to see him actively stop trying, his shoulders sank, face straight ahead, and breath going back to the controlled rhythm you noticed before.

You weren’t sure if a response was required from you right now but you did not want to leave the air in front of you empty.

“I just really hope… whatever is going on, that you will feel better soon.” you know you can talk to me right?

“I will.”

A state of fact, there was no doubt in his mind. After a moment he swallowed, continuing.

“I have this sometimes, Keine Ahnung what exactly it is but…”

His hand gestured upwards.

“Brain doesn’t work.” The last words drifted into a weak smile.

“Hmmm”, You hummed. Staring forward, listening to him and the world around you. The leaves were rustling in the wind.

“It’s getting better tho, might be connected to the anxiety, I am not so sure. I had times where I barely left my room…”, he took a deep breath. “Or ate for weeks…”

“Walking helps sometimes. I just have a tendency to forget that it exists when it’s too late. It shakes some of the brain cells free if you get what I mean.”

“Yeah, I can hear that.” A genuine smile split open your face when you let your shoulder hit his bicep gently.

“Missions help as well, especially when I work alone-”

“Wait, was it the pub? That triggered this?” You interrupted him.

“Probably, yeah.”

He had left early that day, barely finishing his first drink before jumping up abruptly mumbling that he would leave. You were surprised he joined in the first place and weren’t sure if you should have followed him, he did seem unwell, but you were sure he just needed some time alone.

He shrugged “Doesn’t matter anyways.”

“What, why? You can learn to avoid this.”

“Sure, but I don’t want to miss out on more than I need. And the first 15 Minutes were actually really fun.” He laughed slightly at that, not really meaning what he said.

You scoffed but sent another chuckle in his direction.

Both of you continued in silence for a bit enjoying the relaxed atmosphere that had started to build, when he suddenly bowed down for a moment to pick up a rather large stick lying next to the path, threatening you with it in a mocking gesture reminiscent of fencing. He had quickly put enough space between you two that there was no actual danger present if he were to swing it. A genuine but comical cackle left his lips.

“Oh, little sniper, you may have been able to beat my record but you will not beat this.” He pushed the stick forward until it met your chest. You looked down, eyebrows raised, then up into his grinning eyes again.

“You know, I am not even that short!”

His head twitched to the side, he shrugged, expression unchanged, the friendly challenge written on the visible parts of his face. “Do I look like I care?”

A broad smile slowly crept onto your lips, you sank into a fighting stance, ready to defend yourself.

“Oh, but you should, I would not want you to underestimate a body of pure and raw power such as mine.-”

You made full use of the fact that his current pose was more theatrics than a proper fighting stance. With one hand around the tip, you guided the stick away from you whilst pulling in your direction, your body moved to the side, free hand grabbing the middle of the stick to use the extra leverage to turn it away. His loose, one handed grip faltered, now giving you full control over the weapon.“-Or you could get hurt.” You took a step forward, swinging the stick at him in satisfaction.

He, however, ducked down just in time to avoid being hit in the neck. His hand grabbing another stick, this one being crooked but similar in length, to block the next attack coming from below.

His eyes were open wide, completely unbothered by the splintering bark sent flying from the crashing of wood. He leaned forward, adding onto the pressure between your weapons of choice, before suddenly, it vanished.

And you got hit in the chest, falling down on your back losing all of your breath, he jumped on top of you, pinning you down. “Hahahaha, not so fast.”

You coughed, and he froze. His hood tickled your face and thanks to the way it fell you could not see his worried eyes.

“Are you-”

Your forehead made violent contact with the bridge of his nose and you did not miss a beat to change places with his heavy body. A bit gentler now with the victorious smile on your face not lasting long when you saw the image in front of you. His hand was covering his nose and you could hear a curse between his groans. Your eyes widened.

“Shit, did I go too far?”

“No.” His hand moved away and you could see the hood dark from blood.

“Fuck! You sure?”

“Yeah, just next time, please kiss me instead. I don’t think my nose can handle being broken again.” He was forcing his eyes to meet yours now, the tension and all his insecurities behind them clear. You went still, you could hear your blood rushing through your ears. This small physical exchange should not have been able to bring your heartbeat to new levels, but here it was ready to break out of your chest. Did he really just tell you to kiss him?

Instinctively your own eyes wandered to the place where his mouth should be before moving back again.

Suddenly you were hyper aware about the position you both were in. You were straddling his waist feeling his quick breaths, one hand was placed on his shoulder the other on one of his wrists.

Slowly, you lifted one of them, sliding it underneath his hood with a slight tremor. You raised it carefully revealing his broad and defined neck, adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. You made sure to give him enough time to stop you before continuing when you moved up to free his jaw where you rested your hand to cup it. It carried a short stubble and a small scar right next to your thumb. He was watching you nervously throughout the whole process, crooked lips slightly opened as he let out a breath, droplets of blood smeared across them. His hood was still hiding the rest of his face.

“Just be careful.” He whispered as you leaned down to close the distance between you two.

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Part 2

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