#könig cod mw2

[bomi60088]

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[milkywayhou]

He forgot to wear his mask when you walk in

(also he was trying to act normal about it)

Short hair ver

Long hair ver

This one supposed to be a quick sketch lmao. I actually never imagine him without his mask (and I'm suck at drawing man)

[lycheedr3ams]

You know those tiktok or insta videos where a dude is just out in the woods cooking a 5 star gourmet meal by a river and with fire he made from a log himself? Konig would so do that shit fr.

But I don’t think he’d make videos cuz he’s camera shy and it’s too much work. He just disappears in the woods for a few hours carrying a bunch of food supplies and tools and just cooks out there. Mancore. I love konig sm

[konigsblog]

nurse!reader and patient!könig

tw: noncon, intoxication, misuse of medication

könig tried to be patient with you. he tried not to force himself onto you, but the more you flaunted your body to him, the more agitated he became. you'd give him medication, ones that made him dizzy and at ease, fucked-out stupid and giggly. he took everything you said either as a joke, or you flirting with him!

it was humilating when he'd grope you unexpectedly, breathing deeply into your ear through stuttered pleas, the tightness in his boxers only growing as he throbbed and ached.

könig eventually took matters into his own hands. he found your water bottle, taking the medication you usually gave him to make him all loopy and fuzzy, and poured it into your drink. you'd sat beside him, with laboured breathing, becoming a giggly mess!

in your vulnerable state, and through könig's pain in his arm, he pushed you down onto his medical bed, tearing your panties off and rolling up your uniform. he fucked his thick fingers into you; pumping them as they quickly got covered in sweet slick. all you could do was shake and sob quietly, feeling scared and weak against him. although, the way he rubbed your clit was driving you insane, moaning sweetly into his mouth between sloppy, drugged kisses.

you didn't even realise his intents at first, ‘til your patient was fucking his hard, big cock into your slicken, wet pussy! his tight balls smacking against your ass with each hard thrust. you gripped his shoulders, your legs pulled and forced over them, giving him a better advantage at fucking deeper into your swollen folds. you felt used; raw and sensitive. he chuckled, seeing you all drugged up on his medication was just driving him closer to the edge. his sensitive, pink tip began leaking more; pearly droplets of white cum oozing out the head of his twitching shaft.

he knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop; he could only get faster, to release deep into you. tearstained cheeks and dizzy eyes looking into his silver ones, bucking and rutting into his little nurse until he was spurting thick ropes of seed into you, and you were clutching your gummy walls down around his girthy dick and squirting all down his bandaged abdomen.

you only realised what was happening when you woke up, panties soaken with cum and slick. :(((

[stargirlstabber]

imagine obsessed!könig keeping his darling, you, all to himself and away from everyone else. he keeps you locked up in a cage, stripped of any clothing as you sit behind the metal bars. the cage is under a bed in his basement, the 'play room' as he calls it. the thick leash attached to the collar around your throat makes it easy for him to pull you out of the cage that provides you a little comfort with the blanket and a pillow, no matter how much you struggle against the strong force. he's just so much bigger and stronger than you, his little plaything. könig loves to test out how far he can push you, how many orgasms he can force out of you until you pass out, how thick the dildo is he can push in till you go limp on the mattress or your hole starts to bleed. or how long you can stay awake without breathing as his massive hand covers your mouth and nose while his thick cock pounds in and out of your weeping pussy.

[nrdmssgs]

Kissing König on the forehead

Masterlist Kissing Ghost on the forehead Kissing Price on the forehead

TW: mentions of social anxiety

His life consists of you. Literally: you have become the measure of everything. There are no more 'Fridays' or 'Novembers' - there are days, weeks and months, until he sees you again. No more rooms in his house - there is a wall to which he pressed his back, giving you more space to pass by, when he first saw you. There is a stove where you burned your fingers, making his heart ache when he saw your tears for the first time. There is a window, by which he fell on his knees and frantically stroked and kissed your hands, after he heard your timid confession. Anything beautiful he witnessed, anything meaningful he heard or read, made sense, only when he thought, how would he share it with you.

König knows, It's too much, his eagerness to be by your side constantly, his hunger for your touch, his feelings - he is too much. And he is afraid, so terribly and utterly afraid, that one day you see it too and leave him. So he restrains himself, tries to be less vocal, clasps his hands around his elbows to not hug you every minute, he is around. König carefully plans every conversation, you two will have, when he is back from deployment. Sometimes these imaginary chats end good, other times - you yell at him, but what is even worse - you cry. Your tears, even ones, he imagines pain him so badly - he immediately takes out his phone and texts you.

"I am so sorry, Schatz."

He snaps back to reality only when he gets your worried answer. Of course, you get scared and want to know, what happened. So he has to come up with some excuse.

"I am sorry for not being right now with you. I know, it's evening back at home, and you are probably watching some show, and I remember, how you like cuddling, while doing it. I'm sorry for not being there."

König finally puts the phone away, hissing at himself for this episode.

When he finally returns, you refuse to wait for him at home and come straight to the station. He allows himself to squeeze you in his arms, but deep inside his head, König counts. "One-two-three-four-five-it's time to let her go, you can't just stand there and embarrass her with your tenderness in front of everyone. You are becoming too much once again."

You interrupt his inner tirade. "Let's go home, love."

An entrance door shuts behind his back, and he finally takes a deep breath in, feeling the familiar scents of your shared house. König hears some strange repeating noise, lowers his eyes and notices that you are immersed in the fight with a jamming zipper on your jacket. On the very next moment, he kneels before you, moves your hands away from the zipper and tries to figure it out himself. It takes him a while, because he is afraid to pull too hard, finally destroying the jacket. You look at him warmly and laugh softly. "König don't worry, I can handle it."

At that moment, zipper finally breaks. König frowns.

"You couldn't just mind your business, you idiot? Now she is going to finally see, how overwhelming you are, how you break everything, you care for, how you smother those, who you love. Is that what you wanted?" An angry voice inside his head shouts and silences everything around, including König himself. He doesn't feel his lips starting to tremble, forming some apologetic mumbling. He doesn't hear, when you try to reassure him.

So you take a quick step forward, and embrace him, pressing your lips against his forehead. Maybe that angry voice exists only in his head, but it's not the first time, you witness König tearing himself apart for no reason.

"You are overthinking again, love. But its going to be ok, I promise." Another kiss on his forehead.

"You are not overwhelming to be with, you are not annoying. No." By this time, you know all the terrifying things König's mind whispers and shouts to itself.

"No one is going to get tired and leave you. Especially not me." You kiss his closed eyes, not caring for remains of dark camouflage paint on his skin.

"You are overthinking, and it is ok, because it shows, that you really care. It's not your fault." You press your lips against his face, so that he not only hears, but also feels, what you are saying.

And that silents Königs anxiety and self-doubt. He suddenly feels tired, but endlessly loved. He finally comes back home, pulling you into a long and tight embrace, not counting seconds this time.

[sgt-cheetoh]

Whats this? Headcanon time? Here we go!

König who struggles when polishing and cleaning his rifle, or any weapon in general. The man’s hands are large, making him often struggle with trying to clean each small crack and crevice of whatever weapon he’s working on.

Taking the weapon apart is easier but still difficult. Unable to really check if he’s placing what goes where into the right spot due to his large hands. Often, yet very reluctantly, ends up asking for help.

Whether it be from Horangi or even Reader. Either of the two helping the large man with it, having to stifle the bits of laughs they have as König murmurs a, “Sheiße.” While struggling to reach the small part to clean his rifle.

[ellaa-writes]

The Beast Within

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*SERIES ON HOLD. BEING REWRITTEN*

summary: Omegas are rare, in a world full of Alphas and Betas. Being a Omega was not only dangerous but they were highly sought after. After living your life has a Beta in disguise, you meet a scary Alpha, but not any normal alpha. But a gaint Apex Alpha who won't stop at anything to make you his.

tags: Alternative Universe. female reader. Mean König but also caregiver König. Blood, violence and death. Eventual smut and smut. Kidnapping vibes but consensual. Mentions of rape but not towards you/reader or by König. World building and character development. Apex König, Omega Reader. Omega/Alpha dynamics.

Chapters

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

Headcanons

part 1 part 2

[pangsit-goreng]

UH OH! I ENTER THE WRONG ROOM

[icarustypicalfall]

Mond

fluff!! sorry for not posting much :3

He slumbered, lost in dreams, soft murmurs escaping his lips as he stirred. Enthralled, you beheld his serene state, immersed in a profound slumber's embrace.

König clung to your waist, as if his life depended on it, fearful that you might slip away to your work before he opened his eyes. He had returned to your side only yesterday, yearning to savor every precious moment with you.

His skin bore witness to scars, marked by a heavy bandage that encircled his forearm. The thought of your husband enduring pain made you wince. Yet, he hid it with unwavering resilience, a testament to his steel-like strength and pure devotion, brimming with the love you bestowed upon him.

As your fingers continued their gentle massage, caressing the contours of his supple back, König drew closer. He whispered with a tender timbre, his fluttering lashes unveiling eyes like smoldering ashes, mingled with a hint of the ocean's depths. "Morning, mein liebie..."

A smile adorned your visage as you brushed aside his dark locks, planting a tender kiss upon his nose. He chuckled, his gaze radiating warmth as it met yours.

"Morning, king... I might've burnt the toast... you still want breakfast in bed?"

He chuckled, his voice husky from sleep. König playfully murmured, tickling your side as he fully awakened.

"I've told you countless times, mein Mond, there is no need for you to cook. I should be spoiling you. You go get ready, we'll have breakfast out."

masterlist • ao3 • follow for more!!

[konigceo]

hmm thinking abt könig who's just a pathetic guy n he loves his lil häschen so much ♡ like he'd do absolutely anything for his love ! he loves you so much to the point he'd get on his knees for you !! he'd have his head in ur lap, begging for you to let him lick n suckle on ur puffy clit !

he trails kisses down your soft thighs n looooves when your legs squeeze around his head ! you guys can hate me but könig is a man who cares about your pleasure over his and will (unintentionally) overstimulate you from the amount of attention you're getting ♡ he'll always let out these pretty moans like he's the one getting head.

i know for a fact that he gets soooo hard whenever he goes down on u !! that one lyric from touch tank ??? yeah that's him ! his eyes roll back a little when you grind into his mouth, it gets him so so so worked up n makes precum dribble down his cock :3

[bomi60088]

army dreamer

[milkywayhou]

I love your art so muchhhhh!!! The way you draw König and your OC is just *chef's kiss.

Excuse me while Igo back staring at them...

HAKDKDJJFKFFAAAAAAAA THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! I'm kinda happy someone like the art I made for them (I'm kinda always rushed with my art, so I never satisfied with it)

But your kind comments really made my day!! once again thank you very much 🥺🥺💖

also have this a random art of them heheh

[lycheedr3ams]

I wonder if konig speaks Russian?

Cuz remember how he has a tattoo that says I’m the devil in Russian?

I wonder if he speaks it methinks

It’s 1:30am

[konigsblog]

tis the season, what abt krampus! konig 😋😋 lil demon konig taking advantage of the reader who’s celebrating the holidays alone

cw: punishments 🎁🎄🎅

oh, you'll be holding onto his horns for dear life when he's fucking you down onto his huge, fat cock, impaling you with his massive dick. :(

krampus könig always takes advantage of you during the holidays because it's a perfect opportunity to threaten you with punishments. usually by spanking you. he adores having you bent over his lap, all spread out with your pussy drooling with arousal. each painful, harsh spank from the whip sends pain running down your spine. you're bound to be bruised, a sobbing mess; all puffy and swollen from his repetitive whippings!

he loves seeing you like this, having a thing for seeing you cry. when he's in his half goat-half demon form, he gets even taller than what he actually is. he'll hold you, bouncing you down onto his cock whilst standing, your smaller hands gripping his horns as he fucks deep and hard into you, folds wrapped tightly around his girthy dick as you attempt to take him whole desperate the pain and ache throbbing between your thighs — sparring you no mercy as you plead. something about your panic and terror as he smacks against your cervix drives him utterly crazy!

he continues for hour, while you're sore and aching, your muscles tense and strained from being fucked like this. könig's fur turns sweaty and musky, releasing his offspring into you for being so naughty this year, before bending you over and whipping you ‘til you're pleading with him to have some sympathy and empathy for you. :((

it's hard for krampus!könig to understand; he just see's you as perfect fit for his beatings and fuckings. but, be adores finally rewarding you with some new sex toys this year, while you slobber all over his veiny cock, panting like a dog with your new toy stuffed deep in your ass.

[pourinn]

:P