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multific · 1 year

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König with a Pregnant Wife Headcanons

König x Fem!Reader

You used to be in the army

But after you and König got married you retired and looked for a new job

Both of you prefered it like this

Since your plan was to have a family rather quickly

You longed to have children and who was he to deny that from you

And he also wanted a daughter

So, you quit and started working for a big corporation

You managed to get pregnant rather quickly

And what a joy it was

König was on a mission when you got the results

And of course you waited until he would be back to tell him the news, over the phone it wouldn’t have been the same

You let him know by giving him a #1 Best Dad mug

„Darling... are you sure this is the one you meant to buy?” he asked with confusion written on his face

„Of course, you are the best dad in the world after all or will be.”

„Sweetheart, is this about that Daddy kink again? I told you it was in the heat of the moment you don’t have to call me-„

„No, silly. This was my attempt to let you know that I am pregnant.”

He froze.

Once he finally collected his thoughts

He started running around, yelling something in German you couldn’t understand

Oh yeah, he was happy alright

Extremely happy in fact

He nearly knocked you over when he ran towards you

He would not go on any missions

He wants to be there every step of the way

And once both of you went to the doctor’s and he got the confirmation he needed, things in him changed

Protective husband mode: ON

Overprotective husband mode: ON

Protecting you from every leaf and bug

If you are pregnant during winter:

He would absolutely not let you outside without being warmly dressed

Even if you tell him you are not cold, he would put another sweatshirt on you or a hat or gloves

He is basically a human heater so even if you are cold you two can just cuddle and he would warm you up instantly

Expect hot drinks even if you don’t ask for them

All the new Christmas drinks from every possible store

Expect him to try out all of the drinks you get

He would say “To make sure it’s not poisoned”

But you’d know he just wants to try them out

Would 200% build snowmen, One to represent him, one to represent you and a very small one for the baby

If you are pregnant during summer:

He would ask you if you are not too hot, if you need a cold drink

He would ask but he would also provide a cold beverage at all times

He wouldn’t let you out of the house

If you don’t already have an AC, prepare that he would get some into the main room and the bedroom

Although that one is mainly for you, he also really likes to have the AC on

Would make you go to the beach and would fully eye your changing body

Would hold you close in the water

And he would joke around that you are basically a human submarine

You can have the strangest cravings, he would always give you exactly what you ask for

Even if its in the middle of the night

Would also totally get something to eat while he is out

And of course you’d end up stealing what he got

If you are emotional he would know it is the fact that you are carrying a child not that you want to be mean to him

He would be extremely touchy

Would have to have you close at all times

Speaking to the baby while rubbing your belly

He would often speak in German

You knew that he has a soft spot but seeing him like this, an attentive papa bear, it did something to you

Your hormones were over the roof

You stared at him, made him walk around the house shirtless

And then in the next second you didn’t even want to see his face

“I told you to leave me alone!”

“B-But, Liebling…”

You could throw anything at him, he wouldn’t mind

He knows how difficult this is for you

So, he tries to be the best husband

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 28 days

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Orange Peel Theory With Cod Characters

Would they peel an orange for you? (Scenario based on the test from TikTok)

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

This is probably one of the only times I'll be using the color orange, AHAHAHAHA. As you can tell I wouldn't be okay with the camp half-blood uniform as an Aphrodite kid. Writing this as I'm sick with a cold, my nanny since childhood peeled my oranges for me while telling me to finish all of it because it's vitamin C.

Mansplaining this but the Orange Peel/Peeling Theory surrounding TikTok started with one girl talking about her experience with her ex peeling her oranges for her. It soon turned into a theory/test where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them, something as small and effortless as peeling an orange as that act of service represents their willingness to do things for their partner and if they refuse then that's seen as a red flag because it means that if they're unwilling to do that small thing for them then same case scenario for something big that requires a sacrifice.

They peel it for you almost immediately, no words needed, just you staring at the orange. Grabbing it from the bowl of fruits and meticulously tearing the skin with their thumbs, being careful not to make much of a mess and to not bruise the orange.

It's not a secret that they like to do this, offering other little things like opening doors for you, peeling the skin of apples if you don't feel like eating it and slicing it up for you with a multipurpose camping knife, putting their hand on the edge of a nearby cornered things so it wouldn't be as painful if you hit your head picking something up.

Characters: John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Alex Keller, König.

Would tease you once you ask them to peel it for you but will peel it. Would even hand feed it to you, you have to give them a kiss for every orange they separate. If you tell them you don't like the pith (the white stringy part) then they'd take it off for you.

They probably would ask you to peel some for them too some time around soon but you're more than happy to do it for them.

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Keegan P. Russ, Nikolai Belinski.

You probably should've worded it better, you told them you felt like an orange.. "I feel like a tomato" is what you hear back. You laughed and clarified that you felt like eating the fruit.

"Oh.." they stopped to think if you had any oranges at home at the moment and they got up and peeled it for you, bringing a plate back of two peeled and pulled apart oranges with a glass of water for you.

Characters: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Alex Keller, Gary "Roach" Sanderson.

He'd throw the orange at your head, telling you to peel it yourself.

Characters: Philip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.

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nrdmssgs · 10 months

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Dom König scenario

Masterlist

Ok, we had him soft and obedient, how about his other side? Because you don't call someone the King, if they are just tender little angels. Smut under cut.

You were sure, it was you, who actually initiated this all: after months of silent yearning, back and forth dynamics, pinning and practically burning alive with desire you ended up in his hands, your lips pressed against his in desperate attempt to put an end to this slow torture in any possible way: be it with or without him.

He doesn't answer on your kiss, doesn't flinch or frown. Just sits there with a half smile and looks down on you, not breaking the eye contact for a single moment.

Little did you know, you were never in charge. Every interaction, every smallest chat, every stolen smile, lingering gaze - it was all orchestrated.

König loved the good old hunt, thrived on the outrageous hopelessness with which his prey, without realizing it, rushed towards him. Tinkered little traps, mislead, confused, threaded illusions of one-sided hunger to drive you to absolute desperation for him.

He may have always been the quiet one, but one needs not many words, when he can get anything with the slightest brush of fingers, or an 'occasional' eye contact (and of course he squinted and tilted his head slightly to one side, not because he knew what it does to you).

König gradually let you closer and closer. Tricked you into believing that you're the one who's so fearless to fall for him: a living weapon of mass destruction. An absolute menace, turning friendly and smiling around you.

Little did you know, poor thing, little did you know... Until the trap was shut.

His hands barely touch your waist as if he was protecting you from falling off his lap, he doesn't try to pull you closer. You understand, that it is the end of you: he didn't react to your touch, kept silent, his heart was still and calm.

Blush washes over your face. "I'm sorry, König. Oh fuck, this is embarrassing. I didn't mean to... No, I actually meant, but not that. Sorry, I better shut up and leave you be. I promise, this won't happen ever again."

Your babbling amuses him. No, he doesn't want to harm your feelings or bully you, he knows exactly, what is going to happen very soon, but he can't help but indulge in those last moments of your alleged freedom.

It's when you try to pull away, you feel his hands clasp around your waist. "Who said, I don't want this to happen again?" His voice is quiet, lower than usual. Like honey from the Tyrolean forests, it covers your mind with a thick golden veil of lust.

You can't think straight, can't believe your own ears, and yet you dare not resist when he pulls you closer, letting you touch his lips again. Another lingering kiss.

But this time his smile widens. "Nochmal*," he purrs and lets out a low chuckle, when he sees your puzzled expression.

Don't worry, he will make sure you have enough opportunities to learn every single phrase, he might want you to understand and use on your own. He won't translate anything to you though - showing is always better than telling!

So he lets you kiss him once more. "Nochmal". And again. "Nochmal". And again... Till his tongue lazily rolls past your lips.

He tastes you like the most precious drink. Sip after sip, until you lay beneath him, trembling of need.

"My little sunshine, bearing so much love for me... Was it hard to dream of my touch every other night? Did it hurt, when you clenched around your thin, fragile fingers, fantasizing, how good can I make you feel in comparison?" You can't tell if he is genuinely concerned or just loves to fluster you that much.

And don't you even think to look away for a moment, to take a break and collect your thoughts - he'll grab your face while kissing you only to make his point: eyes on him until he commands otherwise.

Yes, commands come too pretty quickly in your life. But how can he possibly resist, when you're so eager to do anything, he lets you doing?

"You may moan into my mouth, meine Süße*, I don't mind some music*" While his fingers are knuckle deep in you. And moan do you, his sweet obedient angel.

He doesn't rush anything and more than happy to please you with his fingers and tongue first couple of times. This may come off as pretty humble, but he in fact just waits, till you are desperate enough to beg him to fuck you properly.

Poor thing too desperate, flustered and overwhelmed... Of course, he would fuck you absolutely incoherent if you ask nicely. He has such a soft spot for your wet eyes, he'd make you go limp, your eyes rolling back, little whimpers leaving your lips with every thrust, as he holds your hips tightly picking up the pace. Fucking your fears and anxieties away. Making you feel high.

Lots of reassurance, praise and confessions. Constantly. Even in the most extreme moments. "Who are you, little sunshine?" "Your fucktoy." "...and?" "Your treasure..." "Gu-u-u-utes Mädchen*... and?" "Love of your life?" "Liebe meines Lebens*."

*Nochmal - once again *meine Süße - my sweet one *Gu-u-u-utes Mädchen - go-o-o-od girl *Liebe meines Lebens - love of my life

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 6 months

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Best friend! König, who watches you intently at the new year's party, waiting for your boyfriend to show up.

Best friend! König, who can't ignore how pained you look when you see your boyfriend kissing his ex as the fireworks go off.

Best friend! König, who quickly walks over to you and grants you that midnight kiss you deserve.

Best friend! König, who takes you home that night and comforts you through your pain.

Inspired by this bot on Poe.

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader #thats the scenario i played out with bot its not actually in there sjdjjffj #but i liked the idea.

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middle-o-nowhere · 1 month

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New headcannon:

König isn’t allowed to be a sniper because he doesn’t have 20/20 vision… I’m imagining like his vision is just ever so slightly off that it’s nearly not noticeable, but the military is of course still like “Nope. No. Too risky. Too much of a liability.”

But of course it’d also be absolutely hilarious if he just has completely heinous vision. Definitely SHOULD be wearing glasses, but refuses too. Somehow, Kortac just doesn’t care about it as “he still gets the job done… somehow. So it’s not a problem.”

Imagine one day there’s a huge confusion because König says something’s ‘red’ and his fellow soldiers are adamant it’s actually green. “Sir, are you color blind?! How the hell are you even in the military at this point?!??”

#and they said I couldn’t be a sniper #yeah cause your blind #and misidentified your own flags colors #call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod scenarios #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #konig #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig cod

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d4adf4iry · 9 months

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Colonels Favorite

(Ps. Sorry if the German is bad!! (I’m doing my best TvT) Sike there’s no smut that’s in the next part SORRYY!!

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You were a new recruit that just dropped in at the base and you dedicated yourself to training hard and long hours to keep your status up. Along the way you managed to make friends with a so called team “141” and “Kortac”; they were pretty intimidating nonetheless but quite kind and reserved. One of the members who was well reserved and really shy was named “König” meaning King. While you were training with one of them member’s from 141,you caught him leaning against the wall watching you it creeped you out a little bit but you didn’t mind. Your sparring partner Gaz was throwing punches left and right,trying to knock you off your balance but you defended yourself each time knocking him down; your foot pressing his chest as he fell to the ground. “Want to give up Garrick?” You laughed a little bit sweat beading your forehead and strands of hair in your face. “Nope we still have time we aren’t over yet” he smirked kicking his leg up from behind yours and sweeping you from under him; now towering over you. “See I’m not giving up”. You searched the room seeing König once again not once leaving the spot with his eyes locked on yours but his body language was different, he looked tense. You averted your eyes as you layed down in defeat breaking hard as you trained just 2 seconds ago. You stood up and walked over to your bag crabbing hot water bottle chugging half the bottle. You didn’t really know König that well,but what you did know if he spent time with Horangi another member from KorTac. You didn’t mind making friends but were y’all gonna stay like that forever..? You walked over to him holding out your hand, “Hi I’m Y/N” the hooded man looked down at you. Jesus was he THIS tall, you felt miniature to him. He slowly rasied his hand to shake yours, “Ah yes! Ich heisse König” he sounded nervous. “Pleasure to meet you! Where are you from, I heard your accent so…” you chuckled. “I’m from Austria and you are from America no?” “Yes,yes I am!”. You looked at him before asking “Not it be rude but why were you staring me down earlier?” He looked down before laughing nervously. “Es tut mid leid I didn’t mean to come of weird…Your physique and moves are very impressive!” you became flustered saying a “thank you”. You both looked at each other for a second before one of y’all spoke up. After some time together you and the colonel spent time together talking about the battles, things to do on y’all’s free time, history and each other. What you didn’t know is the small lingering of a crush you felt for him, you had hoped he reciprocated the same way. You were going to confess to him today. You asked on if the soldiers where you could find König and they told you the directions. So here you were standing at his door almost sweating and super nervous,becuase what if he rejected you and you don’t take rejection that well. It eats you up inside. You knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes before you heard shuffling and the lock of the door turning. The door opened showing the 6’8 man who towered over you. You gulped at the sight of him. “Oh hey y/n what brings you here?” he looked at you with a expression you couldn’t quite understand because of his tactical hood. “Oh I had something I wanted to tell you, may I come in?” You could see his eyes widen. “Oh ja come on in!” He moved out of the way and you came through the door way you saw a tiny table so you sat down him on the opposite side. You cleaned your throat before talking you didn’t wanna scare him. “So König we’ve know each other for a while now and..” he was looking at you so still looking at you every movement just like in the gym when you were training that day. You got more nervous but continued anyways. “And it’s okay you don’t I’ll just live but I like you.. not in a friend way sorta of a romantic way..” you got that off your chest feeling cleared from it. You looked down at your shoes before looking him again, his eyes still remained on yours. “Uh König say something..” you chuckled nervously. “I like you too”

HELP I GOTTA RIGHT PART 2 KMS

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barelyprincess · 2 days

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Men with bigger titties than me >>>>>>>>>

#this is so könig coded #but also neteyam #neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam sully #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam scenario #neteyam suli x reader #neteyam x human reader #könig call of duty #konig x reader #könig cod #konig #könig #konig cod #könig x reader

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wordstome · 3 months

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if I weren’t a coward (and severely behind on other fics) I’d write my next painting based drabble based on A Huguenot on St Bartholomew’s Day by John Everett Milais, but alack I am unable to hurt König’s s/o (i love kicking the man himself though LOL)

painting in question btw:

For those unaware, the white armband signified a devotion to Catholicism. The Catholic lady is trying to get her Huguenot lover to wear one to keep him safe from the ensuing massacre, but he’s pulling the cloth away because he’s accepted his fate :(

#König is NOT religious so I’d have to figure out a different scenario #but the soft way he looks at her…#it’s like that painting of the knight and lady on the spiral steps #könig #konig #könig cod #konig cod #cod #call of duty #sweet agony of writing #königcore

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amoristt · 10 months

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Alive | König/Reader

anon: hello i see u do requests for mw2 now! can i request konig being sent on a hostage rescue mission, and when he gets there he finds of them is his partner (reader), who went MIA months ago and was presumed dead?

a/n: i hope you like it! sorry if the german is wrong i had to use google translate gffjhdgjfh

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)! it also helps motivate me!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

want to support me? heres my kofi!

Besides the frequent chatter of voices emerging from the radio on his tactical belt, there is a cold silence that blankets the halls König travels down. Years spent training in the force had taught him well to be light on his feet despite his size, eyes focused on every micromovement in front of him. A rat scurries from a pile of crates on the floor and into a vent. Flies gather at the swinging lamps overhead. It feels like the hallways are endless.

“König, position?” A voice rings from the device. He offers a short response.

“West wing.”

“Anything yet?”

“Nein.”

Faintly, voices echoed down corridors. He’d entered the base like a ghost in the night, and mowed down every enemy that stood in his way. This was his specialty, after all, and this wasn’t his first rodeo in gutting out the base of human traffickers. However, this was the first time in a long time. The last time he’d been sent to a hostage rescue, there were… issues. He remembered it almost all too clearly. The worst night of his life thus far.

You’d gone in first despite his protests, and that was it. He had been too far away, minutes behind you. Moments later the building was up in flames, with your poor soul trapped inside. König hadn’t known peace since that moment, an ocean of turmoil overtaking him. The sight of glowing embers raining down over him as he stood, helpless, on the sidelines.

You’d been presumed dead the moment the monumental flames could have practically knocked at heaven's door.

Even despite his rank, his team had to damn near peel him away from the scene. Never had he felt pain like that in his entire life.

Until, the next morning, that was. When his weary eyes opened to see nothing but his dull ceiling, and he realized the night before hadn’t been some awful nightmare.

It took weeks for him to regain enough composure to properly work again. But, in some ways, he felt like he never left that night. Sometimes he felt he was still there- staring up at the monstrous glowing flames and fighting to not think about how you spent your last moments.

After months, he'd agreed to another rescue mission. Perhaps a win, perhaps saving someone, may put some of his demons to bed.

He passes doors upon doors, all blown wide open as evidence of men fleeing his approach. Scattered papers line the floors, chairs knocked to their sides. Window's thrown open with little care.

One door, however, gathers his attention almost instantly. The way it was shut tight with a deadbolt locked on practically begged for him to investigate. He reaches out and makes quick work of breaking the metal bolt, hearing the metal clatter to the floor. Tentatively, he twists the knob and shoves it open, weapon ready to fire. Inside, a cluster of women gather in the far corner, eyes as wide as owls, fingers all clutching each other in fear.

“I’ve found them,” He says into his radio, taking a head count. “Three of them. West wing, fifth door to the left.”

“Intel says there’s a fourth.” Comes back the answer, and he frowns, peering through his mask to recount. “We’re sending in reinforcements.”

König lowers his weapon cautiously and counts again, just in case. Just as before, it’s three women, all frightened beyond belief. He steps to the side and motions for them to exit the room, knowing his teammates were bounding towards the room and would be able to lead them to the safety of their vehicles outside. As they filter past him one by one, he doesn’t miss the glance one of them takes towards the closet at the other end of the room before darting into the hall. Quietly, he takes steps towards it, lifting his weapon. He could practically sense a presence from within, eyes narrowed, creeping closer and closer.

Without even bothering to demand the person inside to come out, he grasps the door and tears it open, his gun pointing directly inside, his hulking figure shadowed by the ceiling lamp behind him. The flashlight on his gun beams over a figure inside. The person’s hands are over their face to escape the blinding light. He could see purple bruises on their elbows, finger marks on their biceps.

The fourth hostage.

“Go on. Go.” He says quickly, lowering his gun. He expects the hostage to turn tail and run, rip past him and scurry down the trashed halls to their freedom. But, instead, they lower their hands, big eyes gaping up at him. His heart nearly seizes as he makes out the person's features.

“König?” Your voice is a strange version of soft. Afraid, confused, relieved. You’re frozen in place, holding your hands to your chest, as if you can’t believe the sight before you. As if you can't believe it’s really, truly. him.

But it is.

König’s actions move faster than the speed of his thoughts. His gun is slung behind his shoulder, his hands find your arms and he’s pulling you out from the confines of your hiding spot. His mind is reeling, his fingers shake, he can’t hear anything other than his heartbeat and the soft sounds you make as he practically crushes you against him. Time stands still for a moment. The flickering yellow of the hanging light pauses. He breathes into your hair and the scent of you almost has him losing his composure. There isn’t even time for tears to gather in his water lines when he squeezes his eyes shut and clutches you to him, so close, afraid if he lets go you’ll disappear all over again.

“Du bist lebendig, du bist lebendig.” The desperation in his voice is more than apparent. He can barely even think. “I thought I lost you, meine Liebe, Ich dachte, du wärst tot.”

German spills from his lips in a warble, all the little things he’d thought he’d never get to say to you again. His lungs heave as he rambles, feeling your arms wrap around him. He’s sure his words are barely even meeting your ears, but he doesn’t care.

From his belt, his radio calls out to him. Two voices now, both demanding to know his current position and why he hadn’t been answering. He has to force himself to pull away from you to answer, and it nearly hurts as you leave his embrace, his voice harsh and shaky.

“I’ve found ___,” He remarks frantically, his free hand clutching your shoulder. “She’s alive, mein Gott, she’s here.”

“___?” A male voice chirps over the line. "She's alive?"

König breathes, nods as if they can see him. His hand flattens over your back and tugs you back into him. “Ja, I’ve got her. Coming back now." He presses his lips to your head through the thin fabric of his mask. “I’ve got you.”

He nestles his radio back into its place and wastes no time scooping you into his arms. He knows his hold is almost too tight, likely uncomfortable against the severe amount of bruising littering your body, but he couldn't help himself. You were right there. Alive.

Alive, and clinging to him like he was your lifeline, like if you didn’t wrap your fingers around whatever you could manage to grasp, he’d drop you and you’d fall back into that awful place. He rushes down the halls with a newfound urgency, frantic to leave this horrible place as a memory. Frantic to get you back to where you belong.

König could feel you peering up at him, taking in the intensity of his eyes as he used his shoulder to shove open the door to your freedom. The cold outside bites at him, but he welcome the feeling, the dirt shifting under his large boots and he picks up pace.

“I’ve got you.” He says again, into the crisp air, and he feels you nod quickly, surely unable to find the energy to respond. In the distance he can see the calvary waiting for him. The hostages were loaded into a larger buggy while he took to a smaller vehicle. His lungs heave as he runs with you, heart thrashing in his large ribcage. His teammate throws open the door of the vehicle and he’s quick to load you inside. You limply lean against him as he settles in beside you, arm wrapped tight around your shoulder to keep you up right. With a yank, he rips his gloves him his hands, presses his palms into your skin to feel you, really feel you.

Even with your bruises, even when your marks and scrapes, you're just as soft as he remembered. You're everything he remembered. Everything he thought he'd never get to have ever again.

As you look up at him, he blinks down at you with misty eyes. His fingers pull hair from your face and tuck the strands behind your ears. When you smile at him, König feels a boulder lodge itself in his throat. Try as he may to gag it down, his efforts are fruitless, and he bumps his forehead against yours.

The tears he’d been running from bite at the corners of his eyes as the vehicle rolls to the a start. You let your body relax against him, his head falling back against the headrest, bare fingers petting over your skin.

It's over, you're safe. He has you.

He kisses the top of your head as the vehicle roars down the open road, and billows of dirt clouds obscuring your prison before it disappeared all together under the night sky.

#mw2 scenario #konig x reader #mw2 2022 #headcanons #imagine #konig modern warfare

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multific · 1 year

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Snow Storm

König x Reader

He caught your eye on day one.

How could he not? The man was huge.

Being a new member of KorTac, but a very experienced soldier, you joined the team a couple of weeks after they formed.

It also didn't take long for these people to become like family to you. Every single one of them you were close to. And you loved to fight along with them.

And now, you were on a mission with them.

You hated the cold.

Well, that was a lie, you liked the cold, but you hated to be outside in the cold.

But you had a mission to complete.

And you knew you cannot have the cold ruin this for you, you were on a roll, already saved the others three times. You needed to move.

Then everything went up in flames, chaos.

You were separated from the others, only through the radio, you were able to tell them your position.

"In a fucked up very cold forest, surrounded by snow and ice, can't see a landmark."

"You must have ran into the woods, stay there, we will get you." said Aksel as they all headed your direction.

Great.

Trying to hide in a white forest while wearing nothing but black... not ideal.

"Cobra?" called a familiar voice and it wasn't even through the intercom.

"König?" you soon saw him emerge from behind a tree.

And indeed it was him. You had no idea he was there with you.

"The others are coming our way, did you also get lost?" you asked as you walked over to him, snow crunching under your boots.

He wasn't lost, he followed you after the explosion.

You didn't expect him to answer, but then you noticed something behind him in the tree line.

"Sir!" you yelled into your radio.

"Yes, I see it, try and find shelter, that is a bad storm, we will---- tomorrow--- but----"

"Sir, the line is really bad. Once the storm is over we will find each other. König's with me."

"Stay---safe!"

The line said before it completely broke off.

"Did you see anything where we could take shelter?" you asked König before he nodded and turned around, he started to walk as you followed him.

A small wooden house.

"Great, because every horror movie said 'Go into the scare house in the woods.'" you signed and he slightly laughed.

But you didn't have a choice, the storm was coming, fast. You headed inside.

This place was long abandoned. That much was very clear.

It was not only filthy but also run down. At least it had a stable roof and a fire place.

You smashed up a chair while König started the fire.

It was really really cold.

"Are you cold?" he asked and you nodded.

"Are you not?" he shook his head, no. Of course a giant like him wasn't cold. He was probably a walking radiator!

Oh.

A walking... radiator.

He tilted his head as he looked at you.

"What is it?" he asked.

"You-You must be warm right? Like... you are so big, you must be a walking heater..."

"W-What are you suggesting?"

"Cuddling, before I freeze my fingers off." you said it like it was the most natural thing. As if your insides didn't flip when you said that. You were embarrassed, but you were more afraid of the cold than a cringy moment.

At that time, maybe later you will regret this.

But he didn't say anything and you feared you went over the line. You didn't want to lose him, so you were ready to apologize when he nodded and opened his jacket, allowing you to get inside.

You moved so fast, you nearly knocked him over.

He moved so you would be closer to the fire, hopefully getting the warmth you needed.

And as you settled by his side, you knew you were right.

He really was a heater. You moved just a tad bit closer to him when you felt him freeze, you knew about his anxiety, you knew how he was.

Suddenly, you moved back, pulling away from him, he was looking at you.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you this uncomfortable."

As you sat down across from him, you saw him panic. He reached out for you, hands shaking.

"Bitte, komm zurück zu mir." (Please, come back to me.) You knew a little German, but you were no expert.

"Umm. It's okay, König, really, I will be fine. I didn't mean to scare you."

"I wasn't scared." his reply was fast. You were rather surprised he replied with such confidence.

You looked at him, perhaps you offended him more by moving away than by even suggesting the idea.

Like a lost kitten, you slowly moved back into his open arms, his huge body once again surrounding you. His arms locked you in, as if he was scared you'd run away again if he let you.

Buy you didn't.

His warmth took you in like a nice warm bath after a long day, and suddenly the old and cold house was not so bad.

You smiled as you started to slowly doze off.

"You are really warm, it's nice." you said before closing your eyes, head on his chest.

He must have thought you fell asleep because he started to run a finger down your face. It started from your brow, down your temple to your cheekbone. When he touched the top of your lip, you almost pulled away, but he spoke up.

"Ich Liebe Dich." he said, and it was your time to freeze. He didn't notice as he finger continued its path, but your mind was foggy.

Love?

Did he really just say that? Your German was limited yes, but you understood that one very well.

"Only say things like that if you mean them." you said as you opened your eyes. Your eyes lock with his, his filled with fear. "Did you mean it?" you asked as he tried to pull away, probably ready to run away from you but your grip on his shirt was strong. "Because I love you too. And I need to know if you mean it or not." his head whipped towards you, so fast in fact you worried he would give himself whiplash.

"You do? You love me?" he asked, and you nodded, cupping his cheek along with the mask he always wore.

And he nodded the slightest nod. He knew, in your line of work, relationships were hard. Impossible for some. And yet, here he was, wanting nothing but to be yours and for you to be his.

"Great, than as soon as we get out of this storm you can take me on a date." you said as you placed your head back on his chest, ready to finally sleep this time.

He was surprised at how easy-going you were. He confessed his feelings and you reciprocated them, he never expected for that to happen, but he was not about to complain.

As you finally fell asleep, as the storm outside still was at its peak, he couldn't sleep, all he could think about what he should plan for your date.

And as he was thinking, he pulled you even closer if that was possible.

~Masterlist~

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 7 months

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

You know, like that one thing circling around TikTok

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

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

Disclaimers/Warnings: OOC??

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nrdmssgs · 8 months

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CONGRATS ON 500, you 100% deserve it and more !!! 🥹🌷💐 i just love your art and work so, so much!!

if it's alright, can i request 37 with könig? my husband, i need him !!!! 😮‍💨

Masterlist List of prompts What? An author, who practically inspired me to come here and start writing? An author, who gifted me the biggest brainrot for many sides of König? Sends me a request? Orla, I am such a huge fan!!!!!! I love your style, love your bold, picturesque oneshots, love your eagerness to discover so many themes. I owe you so much, you don't have an idea. I made a text and a picture in case, you don't like the text. Sorry, I'm fangirling and I'm nervous)

Does it make you nervous, when I stare?

Pairing: KonigxReader Warning: this is NSFW. And König here is not the shyest guy on Earth, because this is colonel edition.

Oh, the things, you would let this man do to you. Unspeakable, ungodly things. Things so unhinged, you wouldn't mention them even after a few rounds of shots with your besties.

One sight of his fingers tapping the tabletop during the debriefing, and you can't think about anything other than the salty taste on your lips, left by his thumb. It would take him just one word, or maybe even one glance to make you cover his index and middle finger in saliva, as he would slide them against your tongue. You'd be so good - standing on your knees for him, sucking his fingers so eagerly, fighting your own gag reflex.

One glance thrown at his forearms, tightly hugged by black cloth, and you imagine his massive hands picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You'd freeze, learn to hold your breath for as long as he wants, until you'd feel only the brush of his mouth against yours and the grumble of his impatience when he pushes in. The intoxicating thickness of his tongue against yours would be a taste that would rocket to your core and melt you from the inside, as he'd hover over you, pushing apart your legs with the brush of his massive thighs between yours. He'd take and take and take. And how obediently will you keep giving him anything, he demands.

Looking at his hips is a serious danger. Slick outlines of his muscles, his fingers brushing up and down his lap, black holster straps spanning his thigh make you go absolutely feral. You'd be standing still, feeling his low growl with your entire body. You'd hold your hands high against the wall and arch your back, so he can have access to every single part of your body. You'd accept him reminding you, with each his hungry thrust, where your place is: wrapped in his arms while he rubs you senseless, his teeth on your neck leaving you on the edge of pain.

All that fantasies you could hide from König, if it wasn't for his eyes: deep cold silver light, sparkling with interest, every time, he caught you staring. You couldn't make yourself look away: his stare was a predatory gaze, luring you closer, easing you into a thought of coming closer, stripping you of any bit of self-preservation instinct. Yes, when he caught your eyes - König took his time, ravishing in a sight of your desperate blush, letting go of you and turning his gaze away only when you were literally choking with shame, trying to drive away the visions that he awakened in your mind. This man was to become the end of you, and every next day it was only harder to fight that feeling off.

So when you hear, he is expanding his team, it feels only natural to surrender and use this ghostly opportunity to get closer to him. You know, your chance to join the team, his inner circle, is almost zero. By no means, you can be considered a poor professional, but the Colonel is a legend here. He doesn't want just 'the best' he wants those outstanding even from the best. And your personnel files scream 'just good' at best. But you have a motivation, the one so strong and specific, that maybe only you here have. Your obsession with König is pushing you to the darkest void, you were too scared to come to earlier - the threshold of his office.

"Come in." His voice at it finest: not too loud, not too harsh, all honey and slumber. When he wants, he can be mesmerizing as a siren.

You clench your hand into a fist behind your back, thus trying to calm the trembling that is rolling up to your knees.

"Just don't look him in the eyes, and it would be ok. Hands, yes, you can bear looking at his hands and not lose it. Afterward you can have whatever you want - your toys, your fingers, your cushions... Just look at his hands, breathe deep, and it all will be alright." Your inner monologue is interrupted only when he is pulling a folder from your hands, obviously tired of waiting for you to finally give it to him.

"What do we have he- oh..." Your breath hitches, you practically hear an uncanny smile spreading across his face.

"Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel?*" König sounds amused. And although you don't entirely understand, what he said - you get the message and nod, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Very good. I could use such a treasure..." He flips the pages and clicks his tongue when some of your personal indicators impress him. And before you manage to exhale, he adds: "But I'll need to test you. See, if you are... ready."

"Anything, Colonel!" You blurt it out and immediately shut your mouth, realizing that it might sound ambivalent. But that's enough to make König raise from his seat and lead you from offices to firing range.

You blame it upon a rush of blood to your head, but you pass his test with flying colors. Physical tests, advanced weaponry, strategy, even sparing with König leaves you alive and just a little trembling.

The thing, that breaks you, is not even a test or a check. It happens late in the evening, when you two end up in the locker room. You just need to remove one layer of the tactical gear you were using, you'll still have your shirt and jeans on. But you stop, paralyzed, seeing out of the corner of your eye how König leans against the wall, arms folded on his chest. His gaze, you feel his gaze: lingering and hungry.

"What's wrong, treasure? Are you hurt?" You are afraid to answer and reveal your trembling voice, so you just shake your head.

"You don't know, how to loosen those straps? Want me to help you?" Again: you only shake your head, hiding your gaze.

"Is it my eyes, that make you that nervous, Schatzi*?" His accent thickens, voice drops low, as he steps closer.

You instinctively lean back, but hit the wall behind you. He takes one more step towards you and places his hand between the wall and the back of your head, so that you don't hurt yourself occasionally. But very soon, he guides you to finally look up at him. There it is: silver light, that you can never look away from, once you saw it.

"Talk to me. There can be no secrets inside my team." His voice is soft once again, but you know, it is a trap. And you fall for it.

"I just get distracted. Don't worry, Colonel, I'll learn to ignore it or to live quietly with it. Sorry..." Your voice, your entire body, is trembling.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Something sparkles deep inside his eyes. He moves his veil up, so you can see his lips, and leans right to your ear. "In fact, how about you come at the same time to my office tomorrow, treasure? After all, you've proven, you can be so good for me... It's my turn to convince you, I too can be good for you, Schatzi."

Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel? - Little one wants in my game?

Schatzi - little treasure

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corruptedbread · 7 months

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.・゜゜・Little Maus・゜゜・．

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Katherine Madden was an operative with a past veiled in secrets. König was her calculating Colonel whose actions straddled the line between being her commanding officer and partner. Both of them stand at the center of a mission where allegiances are as shifting as the sands of time. Her unwavering commitment to the mission is undeniable, but the layers of her loyalty begin to unfold as she discovers that maybe not everyone is fighting for the same thing.

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This story contains my own original characters, but I do not own any of the Call of Duty characters or own the rights to them written within. More are to be added, plus spin-offs are in the near future depending on how well things go.

Warning: smut, gun violence, incorrect military things, angst, rough sex, fluff, gore, blood, possible tag changes in the future

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d4adf4iry · 9 months

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Colonels Favorite PT2

(This one will be having smut in it so Mature. Themes ahead!!) (ps sorry if my German is bad I’m still practicing 🫶🏽)

Fem Reader, oral, boob job, p in v, handjob.

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“I like you to” you heard the thick accent roll off the man’s lips as he got up from the chair and walked over to you. He bent down to eye level infront of you. You started blushing because you didn’t expect him to like you and even then he was close to your face. “Can I kiss you?” Your eyes widened a little bit before nodding your head up and down. “Use your words Liebling” his voice was low and sounded husky. You watched him lift up the fabric covering his face before he was millimeters away from your lips. He started kissing you his big hands resting on your hips and your hands around his cheek. One of his hands stopped you and he shook his head “Just let me taste you Meine Liebe” you let him kiss until he lifted you up and walked over to the bed, you sat on top of his hips as he removed his shirt and yours. You already felt aroused as it is, you didn’t think you’d be doing this let alone with the colonel out of all people but to weren’t complaining you just wanted him. He helped you lay down on your back to get comfortable then spreading your legs a little bit with his knee, you could see his dick get hard. He hovered over your pants before speaking “Is this okay?” “Yes” you gave him a reassuring smile before he began unburying your clothes. He tugged down your pants helping you take them off by your ankles. He started leaving calloused kissing across your thighs before kissing your clothed pussy. “Huh..? your already wet,didn’t think I had affect on you” he was teasing you and you began to squirm under him. “König” you breathlessly moaned. He smiled in response. “Can I?” He took off his cloth mask and set it to side. He placed his tounge in between your lips licking you up. He moaned into you while repeatedly sucking on you clit and rubbing your bud. You gasped at the actions and arched you back into the bed. Fisting whatever you could brace yourself on. “Fuck” you screamed. König looked at you between your thighs before placing a finger to his lips. “Ruhig, don’t want the others to know do we”. You just nodded your head at him. “You taste divine meine lieben”, you just threw you head back into your pillow. After eating you out he grabbed your waist pulling you up and grabbing you tits. “I want my cock fucking those beautiful tits of yours yeah?”, he took sex out of his boxers and pumping his cock. You pushed your plush tits together as he bent down to meet them, you saw his dick slip between your mounds; precum glistening at the top. He pushed his hips up back in forth to create friction to his harden cock. You grabbed you own tits and moved them around sending his head flying back. “Fuck.. just like that” he was breaking heavy. You felt yourself get aroused by his submissiveness. You grabbed his cock and started pumping it gradually going faster. “Shit I’m gonna come” sooner than later his mouth fell open his face twisted in pleasure, and you smiled at the sight. Pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock you got up of the bed laying down on it again spreading your legs. “König….” you taunted. He looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes. “This ain’t over Schlatz” he grabbed your ankles apart before aligning his cock between your entrance. “May I?” you watched him look at you waiting for a answer. “Yes” you gasped as he slid inside of you. You felt like he sent you over a edge. It’s like you were meeting god. You winced a little hissing at how big he was. I mean he was a pretty big guy. You were sprawled out for him and you’ve imagined this but never thought it would be happing, you loved it. You cherished every thrust and touch he did. “Faster please” your cock driven weak pathetic voice was all for him to do what you asked. He was at your command. He grabbed your hips pounding into you, your breasts bouncing at the force. Sweat coated your forhead, the only smell was sex, fun powder and cologne. You muffled cries made him smile. He pulled out not wanted to risk it, he was moaning and pleading as he was jerking his cock on your stomach. His white seed spilled on your stomach has he was a whining mess.

(Only could write so much kms)

Thanks for reading!!!

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