#konig hcs

[dmitriene]

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

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[phantasm-ae]

cw: afab reader x konig, size kink, doggy style, missionary, full nelson, konig is feral here, tummy bulging

HEADCANON: Konig is obsessed with his wife’s and his size difference. And sometimes he goes overboard with it

PAIRING: Konig x reader

something something, husband Konig absolutely obsessed with his smaller than life little wife -- all 5'0 to be exact to his 6'9 frame

Sometimes he still can't believe she's real.

Scheiße sometimes he just can't help but stare at her like she was a daydream. Something conjured out of sheer desperation and too many lonely years. Scared that if he blinked too long, she'll inevitable vanish in a puff of soft sweaters and sweet perfume.

And so verdammt klein (fucking small) that it drives him half-mad.

Sometimes he just watches her do the most mundane things -- brushing her hair, standing on her toes to reach coffee mugs, waddling across the kitchen in his oversized hoodie that swallows her whole after a particularly rough night with him -- and it hits him all over again like a freight train: that's mine.

His wife.

His tiny, soft-spoken, fire-hearted wife who hums when she cooks and curls up like a kitten when she sleeps. The same woman who threw a slipper at his head the first time he tried to pick her up like a princess and carry her to bed. The same woman who now was pressed face down, ass up, drool and pleasured sobs running down her cheeks as he thrusted his girthy shaft deeper into her cushiony and tiny pussy.

Fists tangled in the sheets. Breath hitching in quiet whines and whimpers as Konig drove his hips into hers in renewed and desperate fervor. Not caring if their mattress practically sunk in the center at this point at his merciless thrusting.

Her petite little hole dripping with her previous orgasms and arousal from when Konig buried his face in between her thighs -- coarse and warm mouth sucking on her engorged and swollen clit until she begged for him to stop making her cum. Twitching and quivering. Letting out a soft wanton sigh of relief as Konig finally pulled away.

And from when Konig took her from the front. Hands stretching the backs of her thighs until her legs met her head. Lips brushing her jaw as he whispered praises in broken German.

Absolutely enamored at the sight of his tiny little sweet wife in paralyzing pleasure. Mouth half-open. Lips red and puffy. Perky tits bouncing along as he continued the punishing roll of his hips. Groaning lowly at the feel of his big dick's tip try to punch farther into her womb. Entranced at the sight of his precious mouthy girl's little tummy bulging every time he pushed his cock into her small pussy.

Moaning and growling lowly as he pistoned mercislessly at the feel of her velvety walls cradling his penis like it was reluctant to set him free. So tight and so so perfect.

Konig was Trying. Really trying. Trying so fucking hard to be gentle. But when he had her like this. Impaled on his enormous cock. Whining and whimpering helplessly every time her cunt stretched to accommodate more of him. Konig can't help it.

Konig was done for.

So now here. Where Konig had to take her from behind. He just had to. One hand holding her neck down and the other gripping the doughy meat of her smooth hips. Bare chest heaving, hair mussed, and brows furrowed as he tried to rein it all in for her.

Room dimming since they started this afternoon and now into the night. The homey space awash in the low gold of their bedside lamp. Casting shadows over the sweat-slicked lines of his back and the trembling outline of her spine.

She was so small beneath him. So so small and so achingly soft and warm and his and and and--.

And she took him so well. So fucking well that Konig's hands can't help but change their position. Wanting her closer. Nearer. Deeper to the point that her womb would permanently be rearranged by his cock and his cock alone.

Moving her into careful precision -- never wanting to hurt his sweet little wife -- Konig pulled her arms back. Locking them securely against her body. Tender yet firm. Would rather brand his arm clean and cauterize it than ever hurt her.

Before she could even process what was happening, however, her wrists were pressed firmly against the back of her head, her arms trapped in a powerful grip. Konig's broad chest pressed into her back. Breath hot against her ear as he held her in the full nelson, the vulnerability of the position causing her breath to catch in her throat. Eyes rolling to the back of her head and unable to stifle the scream of absolute pleasure that coursed through her as his shaft was plunged deeper into her cervix.

The drowning and immobilizing feeling making them both gasp and groan lowly. Having to momentarily both pause to take it all in.

Konig's grip was unwavering, forcing her to remain pliable, utterly at his mercy. Legs spread wider and open near her head and astride his shoulders.

Her body now completely controlled by his strength -- every inch of her bound to his hold and speared by his girthy wieghty member. So overwhelmingly full.

But despite the pressure, the way he held her wasn’t entirely forceful. Nein nein. Konig always made sure there was a certain care to the way his hands rested, even if he made sure she couldn’t escape his grip.

"Mein Gott," he groaned, biting his lip to try and smother the soft hitch in his breath after starting a slow and tentative pace. Muttering a soft scheibe as he felt his manhood plunge deeper into her cushiony womb. “You were made for me, weren’t you, Liebling?”

"Oh m-my God! --nghhh--", She gasped -- choked on something between a sob and a whine -- and he stilled briefly. Murmuring soft apologies even as continued the fevered pace of his hips meeting hers. The room echoing nothing more than the soft plat-plat-plats and squelches of her gooey and wet hole meeting her hard and aching balls.

“You’re alright, mein schatz,” he whispered, mouth to her shoulder. “Doing so good for me. Just like always.”

His voice cracked with awe. With something dangerously close to worship. Because for all the filth he could whisper in the dark, at the end of it all, it came down to this -- her trembling in his arms, his name on her tongue, his cock propelling deeper into her like there was still so much space left for her to give him. Hole gaping and messy. Wet, crude, aching, and her heartbeat under his hand.

His wife.

His everything.

"Pretty like this. So -- scheibe -- p-pretty. So stuffed full of me"

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[penguinbuttcheeks]

soft!könig x gn!reader

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“shh, baby, shh,”

“i know, i know. mine. all mine, shatzi”

he coos low in your ear, lips coming back down to pepper soft kisses along your jawline in an attempt to satiate your growing need, hips rocking and grinding against your own.

the sound of your whimpers, the taste of you, it made his skin crawl. in a good way.

a good way.

god, he loves you like this. so vulnerable and expressive, so soft and willing.

fingers dance across your soft skin, goosebumps trailing in their wake, feeling the shivers that wrack through you as you peer up at him, eyes teary and half lidded.

könig has grown used to the plethora of responsibilities he’s forced to upkeep. chores that he could care little about that comes with his high rank, but this?

god. how could this possibly be a responsibility?

this was a gift.

“poor thing. you don’t even know what i’m saying, do you?” he teases, another gentle thrust of his hips causing your head to fall back, a choked sob ripping past your lips.

he’s panting softly, steely eyes taking in your every expression, committing each and every minute detail to memory.

no matter how many times he’s seen you like this, he’s always left starstruck, breathless at the beauty beneath him, so vulnerable and messy. so perfect.

your hands grip at the scarred skin of his back, blunt nails creating more indents along the rough and marred surface - barely registering the sting of your clawing. he’s too fixated on the feeling of you wrapped around him so perfectly, the way you huff his name and cry out against his chest.

“you’re doing so good, mäuschen. so good for me,” he groans out, voice strained from exertion, from how good you make him feel.

his head falls to rest between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, hot, heavy puffs of air hitting the skin of your throat.

it’s hard to tell which of you is truly the one being ruined.

“just a little more, a little more, liebling,” he pants out rapidly, relishing in the way you squirm and cry.

what a terrible lie.

he’s soft. loving and gentle with you as he continues to rhythmically piston his hips in to you, so attentive to your needs.

but könig is a greedy man.

he’ll continue to to rut against you, desperate pleas swallowed by chapped lips against your own, silencing you for just a moment longer, buying time.

anything to savour the bliss of this moment.

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

Big Guy Big Belly

König is a big man, and with a big man comes a big appetite. We’re talking about a 6’10 man constantly maintaining his peak physique. He needs to be consuming as many calories and as much protein, carbs, fats, fiber and more to keep himself in fit and fighting shape.

At the canteen, he’s a nightmare. I bet that people rush to the cafeteria just to make sure they get something to eat before the big man on base rolls up. He’ll clear out the bins if he gets a chance. There’s a rumour on base that the reason König fought so hard to climb the ranks so quickly was just to be able to eat more and get away with it. Little do they know that they’re absolutely right, but König will never say that out loud. Ever. There’s some secrets you take to your grave. 

Either way, König is a menace in the canteen. He’ll pile his plate as high as he can when he gets a chance. He’s packing away all he can get in the shortest amount of time he can, and everyone has to suffer for it. The worst part is that everyone has to rush to get to the caf before König, and König knows exactly what others are doing, so he’s in a daily race against the entire base to eat his fill. It’s always a photo-finish to see who gets to the cafeteria first.  König currently has been slacking, so he’s not been eating like he normally has. Is he mad? Not really. He’ll clean out the snack cart later. 

He’s a monster late at night. Everyone knows that you need to leave the big man to his snacks, lest you face the wrath of the colossus on base. Well, wrath in a peculiar way. He just gets quiet and angry, but it’s still not a fun experience to try and fight him for a sandwich. If you take the last egg salad sandwich you’ll be at the top of his shit list for the next week. Don’t even think he won’t track you down. He’ll throw around his rank just to get his hands on the poor bastard. Nobody is safe, either.

Stiletto only once took the last pudding cup. Once. She never made that mistake again. For a week he was giving her dirty looks over a cold shoulder as he bumbled down the hall. She eventually had to give in and sacrifice a desert to be able to get back in his good graces. She still thinks he’s a massive bitch because of it. And you know what? She’s right. Everybody knows she’s right, König included, but he’ll keep going after whoever ‘steals’ ‘his’ snacks. They get along a bit better now that they’ve both advanced in rank and worked together, but there was a good period of time where Stiletto had to sleep with one eye open.

It gets a bit better for everyone when König finally finds a partner and doesn’t stay on base so often. Everyone takes a moment to pray for the poor soul who has to cook for König whenever he gets home from deployment.

See, during deployment, König can’t be such a massive bitch about food. He gets his rations, and that’s that. He can’t steal from anybody else, so he gets stuck with these pitiful MREs that barely fill him up. It’s miserable, and he’s losing weight like crazy when on the field. He’s running on fumes and burning calories like crazy as he’s risking his life out there. It’s gotten to a point where König has taken to eating with hostages post-rescue to ‘help them feel safer’ (read: get more food into his gullet). Thankfully, he puts his best foot forward when dealing with victims of trauma and ensures that he has somebody else do all the socializing while he plays with the kids after dinner. Apparently, after the inevitable shower of tears whenever kids have to face König, he becomes pretty popular. They love to use him as a jungle gym (and make fun of him) and he’s just happy to get more to eat. He’ll take being called ‘bigger than even my dad!’, being told ‘you’re weird’ or being asked ‘why are you so big and scary all the time?’ any day for a little extra to eat. He can tolerate a few kids. He won’t ever admit that hanging around them makes him want some kids of his own, or at least not to Horangi, who’s already teasing König about being a surrogate father to the kids. König tells him to keep it to himself, but Horangi is already buying things for the baby shower.

Once König finally comes home, that’s when all Hell breaks loose. This man has been starving and he needs food NOW. He won’t take no for an answer. If you don’t have something prepared, he’ll be ordering a massive order of takeout the likes of which you’ve never seen before in your life. He’ll hit multiple places on his way back to your place if he doesn’t think you’ve been able to get something together for him. If you can’t cook, he won’t even bother telling you to cook for him and just focus on getting a whole banquet of junk food ready for when he arrives home. He brings the pizzas in the door before he even brings in his own bags. You’ll have to go out and grab his bag as he sets up his personal buffet table. The worst part is despite how much he can shove down, he always buys more than he can eat, so you’ve got a couple of days worth of food to shove in the fridge at the end of the night.

If you can cook, this is a multi-day experience. Is it rewarding? Absolutely. Is it painful? Abso-fucking-lutely. He’s got you slaving for hours a day just to get him a nice home cooked meal. You’ll be going all out to get him a big enough meal. We’re thinking a tray of mac and cheese, a whole roast chicken, easily a handful of loaded baked potatoes. If you have something from your traditional cuisine, he’s not picky, he’ll gobble it up in a heartbeat. Knowing you made it for him is more than enough for him. Food is the way to a man’s heart, some say, and König will never let you go if you treat him like the king he is.

The good thing about cooking König such a big meal is that he gives back. He’s not a fan of cooking, but for the next few days he’ll take over cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. It’s just an easy way for him to give back, you know? He can’t thank you enough with words, so why not with actions?

But the best part of König giving back is that he’s an excellent cook. He cooks mostly traditional food from his culture, but he’s down for some french or italian cooking if you’re into it. He can make a mean lasagne. He does not skimp on the cheese, this man. No he’s a cheese fiend. If you’re lactose intolerant, you’ve got another thing coming for you. He will hand feed you lactaid just for the meal. If you have a dietary restriction, he’ll learn how to cook your types of meals in abundance. He’s perfect that way. Vegetarian, vegan, keto, no matter what, he’s got your back. He’s learned how to make an excellent spread for a dinner party, and part of learning to cater to others is to work around other people’s diets; his mother drilled that rule into his little head as a kid. He does it without complaint, too. For at least a week after coming home, he’s just so happy to be around food in abundance again. He’s absolutely thriving in the kitchen before the thrill wears off and he’s back to avoiding cooking like the plague again.

He loves to eat, but usually hates to cook. He’ll mostly eat takeout until he actually has to eat a nutritious meal again for a change. It’s not that cooking is awful, it’s just that he hates doing the dishes. He’d be far more inclined if he didn’t have to do the dishes afterwards. If you take over dishes, he’ll definitely step up his game for the both of you.

All in all, König loves to eat. He’s a big man with a bigger appetite, as hard as that is to believe. Once he retires he has to learn to cut back a fair bit, but he never loses his taste for sweets and snacks. It’s just something you’ll have to learn to live with.

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I've always thought about this. Feel free to ignore. Considering what the 141 guys (and Konig if you are willing, but if not, that's cool) do for work, I imagine a civilian s/o kinda... not wanting to vent about their work or what they're dealing with.

Ex: soldier guys dealing with terrorists or bombs or what have you and s/o just has to deal with a bitchy coworker.

I'm not sure if I'm explaining this right, but just the guys reacting to that and getting their s/o to open up.

You’re totally explaining it right. I know exactly what you’re talking about! And sure, they have to deal with a lot of stressful situations, but coming home to you and hearing about your day is a highlight. You mean they don’t need to stress about world-ending situations right now? Bet.

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John Price: Prone to coming home late, John likes to snuggle up with you at bedtime to talk to you about your day. He isn’t really interested in dumping his worries or concerns when it comes to his job, but he loves listening to you talk about yours. He’ll put his arm around your shoulders and pull you in close so your head rests on his chest, and he’ll say “tell me about your day, love.” He wants to hear the good and the bad.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: When Kyle comes home, he’s going in for that hug. With arms wrapped around you tightly, he’s not letting go until you tell him about your day. Tell him how you spilled your coffee in the car on the way in, or about the coworker who always annoys you. He wants to hear it all, and he’s not letting go until he hears every second. Nothing decompresses him faster than listening to you tell him all about your day.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: Simon loves listening to you vent about your day. Why? Because nothing is sexier to him when you’re pacing around, worked up, spitting straight facts about that one person who always jams the copier or the customer who was rude over the phone. He’s going to sit back, listen, and admire your energy. And then he’s doing to ask very directly how he can help you relax.

John “Soap” MacTavish: Oh? You want to complain about work? You want to go off about a coworker? Johnny wants to listen. In fact, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing, find himself a comfortable seat, and even make himself a tea (and he hates tea) just to listen to what you have to say. Sure, he loves you, but he loves that you tell him all the work drama.

König (Bonus): When König listens to you talking about your day and complaining when you’ve had a particularly bad one, he likes to make sure the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa. With you in his lap, stretched out between his legs, his way of listening while also calming you down is to make sure he’s constantly touching you. If it’s not a massage of the shoulders and neck, he’s caressing your arms and belly, murmuring little affirmations between pauses in the conversation.

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[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ guess who decided to post again after an eternity? im so sorry yall im locking in from now on ꒱

König is that type to: Pull you behind him protectively if someone even slightly looks at you the wrong way

König is that type to: Accidentally lift you off the ground when he hugs you because he forgets how strong he is

König is that type to: Wear his hood even at home because it makes him feel comfortable and safe, sometimes even forgetting he has it on

König is that type to: Struggle to sit comfortably in small chairs, his knees always too high, it ends up looking like he is sitting on a kids chair

König is that type to: Act all tough in public, but when he is alone with you he acts like a lovesick puppy

König is that type to: Genuinely enjoy grocery shopping, but always buy too much and struggles where to put all of those stuff he bought

König is that type to: Let you do whatever you want to him ꒰style his hair, steal his hoodies, poke his cheeks ꒱ he’ll just sigh and let it happen.

König is that type to: Try to “share” the blanket with you, but somehow always ends up with 90% of it ꒰ he claims that he should be your blanket ꒱

König is that type to: Get super focused when cooking, measuring everything perfectly, like it’s a military mission.

König is that type to: Cover his face with his hands when flustered, like a giant embarrassed mess.

König is that type to: Say “Scheiße” under his breath when he drops something, then crouch down dramatically like it’s the end of the world.

König is that type to: Fidget with the hem of his mask when nervous or deep in thought.

König is that type to: Struggle to text with his massive fingers, constantly making typos usually not even noticing them

König is that type to: Sleep in the weirdest, most chaotic positions, dragging you with him as he cages you with his arms and legs like a koala

König is that type to: Whisper “Entschuldigung” (excuse me) to objects when he bumps into them

König is that type to: Duck under doorways instinctively, even if they’re tall enough for him ꒰ he good trauma yall ꒱

König is that type to: Panic if you cry, immediately pulling you into his arms and mumbling in German because he doesn’t know what else to do.

König is that type to: Look terrifying when staring, but he was just dozing out thinking about what to eat for dinner

König is that type to: Genuinely believe you are the best thing in his life, even if he’s too awkward to say it all the time.

[dmitriene]

continuation to this small work, cw: two freaks in love.

könig finds out you're kind of shy, a meek, pretty thing, sure, you send him such a revealing, unabashed polaroid pictures, but now, with him appearing out of nowhere at your door, giant and rugged, your fingers fiddle nervously at your own clothes, tugging down and trembling at your sides, wide eyes looking at the letter he holds in his gloved hand, from colonel, to you, name written by the way you already memorized, making you understand that it's really him.

the man you sent your nudes to, who would've know that he'd get so obsessed to try and find you like possessed dog, but you welcome him nonetheless, shuffling aside to let him in, bend his head down with a curl to his back so he would get past the doorway to your living room, dirty boots leaving a crumbs of dirt, his gear coated in things you don't want to know about, but his bright, unmovingly focused eyes look at you with a crinkle of delight, pupils could've dilate by now.

sure, könig is a little bit sad you didn't welcome him naked, or undressing at the very first sight of him, but he can work from what he got, from your shy touches when he wraps a hand around yours, for a handshake, that's it, but his by now ungloved, sandpapered fingers rub and circle around your wrist, curious, almost shuddering at the feel of your much smoother, gentle skin against his, and just this is enough to turn him on, cock swelling hard in his cargos.

he wonders if you'll let him bend you over the couch and eat your pussy from the back, or just stretch your pretty hole around his swollen cock, but you ask him questions, how he found you, why, does he wants something to eat, but könig already plans a small wedding for you two so he could make you his forever, an adorable housewife that will take care of her hard working husband with sending him pictures of her holes he could pump full after coming home.

könig tells you everything, how much times you made him cum, that he fantasized about you in any possible situation and position, dreamed of entering his quarters, and instead of a empty, boring room see you curled at his bed, his thumb tracing along your knee all the while he babbles your ears off with all disgusting, horny talks, but it's amuses you, to the point your thighs start to clench together, pressing harsh, as you lean in, watching his eyes nearly eclipse from the very little contact.

you put the letter he brought aside on the table, instead, asking your questions, and then answering his, which only contain of awkward, boyish laugh and stuttering words of if he looks the way you imagined, and könig is, a little bit awkward, in the same time cocky enough to touch you, nearly groping, looking enchanted on the outline of your breasts from beneath your sleeping shirt, before rubbing an sweaty hand against the back of his hooded head, such a silly man.

nearly jumps out of his pants when you offer him to take a bath at your place, voice mellowy and inviting, and könig trots behind you with a wagging tail when you lead the way, filling the bath full of warm water and couple drops of shower gel, making some bubbles that not really suit him, but would make the room smell nice and block out all that reeks out from him when he starts to undress, preening under your touch when you help to unclasp couple of things off his gear, könig holding down from to not shove your hand down his crotch.

it's when you join him that he gets insistent, all your shy act dropping down, your nails raking down the expanse of his toned, tissued back with tiny, reddening streaks, as könig corners you against the bathtub ceramic, moaning raggedly and humping your pussy persistently, messy, hips grinding and twitching, and the way he acts so eager and silly makes you really aroused, mewling right against his wet ear as he sloppily makes out with your neck, his hair and stubble rubbing all over your sensitive, bruised skin, sharp teeth's closing around the warmed flesh.

seems like now, you have a strange kind of boyfriend, a military colonel, a right pervert, and a pussy drunk pup that pumps your soppy, gummy cunt full of his thick, creamy release, one he kept in his balls especially for your meeting, his vision nearly blackening from how long his cock throbbed and spurted, squeezed tight by your pulsing, milking walls, enjoying your palms stroking his face, cooing at him hushed and lulling, everything könig dreamt of.

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[konigsblog]

teasing nerd!könig by taking his glasses off, whilst he heaves and looks up at you dizzily, watching you bounce and squirm on his big lap whilst his hung dick leaks and pulses inside your slick, greedy folds. :(

he'll shame you, degrade you through harsh and hoarse grunts and growls, groaning out through delirium as he looks up at you lazily, bucking his broad and muscular hips skywards against you, unable to control the way his lengthy, veiny dick weeps at the sensation of your pulsating, gummy cunny.

nerd!könig and bimbo!reader... brainrot. he'll push your face into a book, telling you to read whilst he berated and ridicules you for being such a dumb whore. your only purpose is to serve könig as a little plaything, whilst rutting into your tightening, sore asshole, grinding his bulbous and hot cock back and forth whilst you babble, unable to string a sentence together through your stupidity and depravity. 📚

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König Getting/Giving (Head) Head Canons

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König is a pussy worshiper

Loves to take his time with you

Kisses up and down your thighs, biting lightly

Keeping your panties on and kissing your pussy

Watching as a wet spot begins to form as he teases you

Pressing his nose into the wet spot, he takes a deep breath

“Mmmm, meine Blume”

When he finally slowly pulls the fabric to the side, he can’t hide his smile

Using his fingers, he spreads your folds to look at the pretty color of it

Pressing his thick tongue flat against and licking up and down, just to get a taste of you

“Mein Gott, du bist so süß.”

König knows where the clit is

And he abuses that power

His muscular arms wrapping around your thighs, he latches on to your clit

He will suck, bite, tug, and flick it over and over until you are trying to wrestle him off

Which you can’t, he’s too big

Thighs squishing his face

He can’t breathe, but he doesn’t care

He’s the type of guy to bend your legs to your head, ass in the air, while he eats your pussy

Unable to move and squirm away as you watch König devour you

His eyes looking down at you as you cum for him repeatedly

Pussy drunk, he can pin you down for hours

Loves loves LOVES to eat it from the back

Getting to shove his face between your ass cheeks?

Heaven

König would bury his face deep

His fat tongue pushing its way into your tight cunt

His nose rubbing your ass hole

He slurps when he eats it

Loves to pull out during sex to eat it

Fingering you, hitting your g-spot over and over until you squirt on his face

Rubs his whole face in it

Loves to slap your pussy too

Period? No problem

When he eats you and you’re on your period he is soft

He wants to make sure you feel pleasure away from the cramps

His hands softly caressing you body and playing with your nipples

After he would run you a hot bath and clean up

Bake you brownies and snuggle

Anything for his Schatz

König getting HCs Here

[warzone-artworks]

König's Bracelet - Meaning and Origin

A Buddhism Red Bracelet is said to offer protection and bring good luck, similar to the above. The "Buddhist good luck bracelet" made of red cord is often braided to represent the endless knot. The knot symbolizes the interweaving of all things and events in perfect harmony with the universe.

It is believed that wearing a Buddha bracelet helps the wearer stay positive in every situation. It also creates a positive ring around the hand which helps keep the negative energy away and makes way for all the positive energy.

The red string bracelet is a Buddhist tradition, it is tied onto one's wrist to absorb all negative energy. In Buddhist culture, they wear a red string bracelet for it to absorb negative energy until it has held enough, it falls off.

Which is kinda sweet. He doesn't wear it for fashion but for a spiritual meaning.

[ Side not: this post was imported from my main account. I thought it was a sweet post to start my new COD blog with :) ]

[neoarchipelago]

I have often seen the idea of Konig having a crush on a girls only fan or a girl's streaming voice lines.

But what about the idea of him making videos of himself jerking off that big fat cock and posting them on pornhub. Like no showing his face just some moaning whimpering whatever and him cumming on video.

And reader is a fan who eventually sends him a sex toy to his PO box. But she adds her number, a picture of her in underwear and asked him if he wants to like, make another kind of video with her.

And he's so flustered but at the same time the picture, the audacity makes him so hard. So it hits her up and asks 'would you like to meet for coffee and then we'll see'.

And reader is so excited because he has been one of her biggest fantasies so far.

So they heat up for coffee they have a long talk she's so happy to be able to know him IRL. But he still refuses to show his face, either wearing a face mask and a cap or a full weird hood during FaceTime. Konig is over the moon because she's so sweet and she's adorable and they definitely match up they know what to talk about and conversation is easy.

Eventually they decide that you know what maybe not tonight. So they go on more dates and the more time passes the more Konig gets an obsession. Now reader has some special private videos sent to her and she does send some to him.

But this was supposed to be a hookup just something to scratch an edge that they both need. So they both look at each other in the mirror and they're like what the fuck is going on.

Konig is reluctant because of his job and he knows that when she hit him up it was just for some sex so he's like let's get this over with.

He gets a nice hotel room one of the pricey ones and he invites her she ends up not bringing a camera at all because this isn't something she wants to share. And it starts sweet but it gets heated very fast until he's eating her out until she's sobbing. That man has an amazing cock but damn he's also good with his tongue.

He has her blindfolded, cuz he doesn't want to wear a mask for this moment.

For him he's so excited but at the same time feels a bit bitter because it feels like after this it's over. Until he pushes the head of his cock in slowly inch by inch and the shiver that runs through the both of them tells only one thing.

None of you is going anywhere. This right here is the only thing you want and nobody is gonna match this.

The moment he bottoms out he looks down at her, taking off her blindfolded almost too harshly, and she's looking up at him with the same gaze and they both know they're fucked.

[apollodarling-writes]

thinking about task force 141 + könig with a gen z! reader.

tws : some suggestive themes but nothing explicit, cursing, ghost has no problem with the reader slapping his ass pls don’t mistake it as being nonconsensual

edit : it’s come to my attention that some of you are confused as to why i made a post like this. this post was made to be satirical and cringey and embarrassing. i am part of gen z and using the terminology that was all the rage in recent years to make something like this. it’s not a serious post. it’s made to appear the way it appears.

reader, walking past soap : youre looking very submissive and breedable today, johnny.

soap, shaking his head and tutting : i am not!

reader : big talk for someone within breeding distance.

ghost, trying to make a cup of coffee :

reader who takes notice of ghost’s ass and slaps it : god damn! i knew you had jiggle physics

ghost, slowly setting down his cup and turning his head : i’m giving you a five second headstart.

reader realizing they fucked up : oh shit.

reader knocking on price’s office door : knock knock! can i enter, captain price?

price, trying to finish his stack of paperwork and knows reader is up to something : …sure

reader : this is a vibe check! what do you think of this?

price, glancing between the picture and reader : … its nice.

reader whose eyes light up : you, my good sir, have officially passed the vibe check and that is why you’re my favorite captain.

price, exasperated : im your only captain.

ghost talking to soap : johnny, you ever feel… lost?

reader suddenly appearing with stress balls and plushies : here, these help me! this weighted stuffed animal hits different, so i recommend it personally.

ghost :

soap : where the hell did you even come from??

reader posing for a picture with the team before a mission : and everybody say “in our special ops era”!

the team, sullenly : in our special ops era…

reader : damn guys, this lighting is doing wonders for our dark circles.

könig trying to carve something for reader: hmm.. this side looks a little bit off…

reader bounding over to könig : heyy babygirl!

könig scrambling to hide it : scheiße, i thought they were busy!

[gremlinmodetweeker]

The taller you are the farther you fall.

König learns this the hard way.

[serialkilluh1996]

☏ ring…ring… thoughts on König and late night snacking? 👀💜

OMG YESSSSSS

König is a top tier night snacker. Like, on a professional level. First of all, this is a beg fella. You don't have an itty bitty diet with a body like that. He'll act modestly about it in public cause he just doesn't like people much, so he'll shy away from showing his characteristics to avoid being perceived by general society (aka his fucking closest friends), But TRUST this man loves to eat.

You'll notice he's more of a drinker during the day. Electrolyte water, smoothies, even scotch or whisky to fit this facade of the burly macho man that everyone thinks he is, but at night, my man is a MENACE.

Two in the morning, and König's up fixing bowls of cereal back to back with no concern whatsoever for his inevitable stomach aches. He'll be scoffing down creampies like a child who finally moved out of their parents' house, free of basic dietary rules such as "dessert after dinner" and "breakfast food in the morning."

Does it fuck with his health? Maybe. Does he do his best to reverse his actions during the day? Absolutely! But with a metabolism like his, how can he help himself? Not to mention his adoration for homemade food. Sure, König will settle for some simple cheap store bought treats, but there's a certain flavor in something made right at the house. Love. And he loves cooking. Don't be shocked when he's throwing down in his apron at 11pm at night, making whole ass steaks for himself.

He's got a system for it too. If the foods cooking, he needs something to eat while he cooks, so he'll cook something else that takes less time to make. And while THAT cooks, he's popping grapes and strawberries in his mouth by the second. This habit of his makes him more efficient during the day, as König doesn't stop to eat breakfast in the morning. He's already stuffed like a pig from the night before.

And he typically has leftovers, via his habit to overestimate how much he'll actually eat of what he cooks, so he can always bring a little snack with him if necessary. That's if he's not running completely on his day drinks.

P.s I'm totally not projecting some of my habits onto him.

[konigsfavgirl]

꒰ König getting jealous wouldn’t be something extreme and unhealthy for the relationship, but oddly adorable. Here is how I imagine him getting jealous... ꒱

The Silent Observer: König doesn’t express jealousy outright. Instead, he watches quietly, his sharp eyes following the interaction that’s making him uneasy. He’d cross his arms or clench his fists, trying to appear composed but failing miserably as his stiff posture give him away.

Subtle Physical Tics: He fidgets a lot when jealous. Maybe it’s tapping his fingers, bouncing his leg, or adjusting his mask unnecessarily. It’s his way of channeling his frustration without saying anything. His breathing might become heavier, especially if the situation drags on.

Attempts to Be Rational: König would try to convince himself that it’s nothing serious. “They’re just being polite… No reason to be upset.” But the more he thinks about it, the more he spirals into overthinking, imagining worst-case scenarios.

Subtle Yet Intimidating Presence: If the person making him jealous is still nearby, König might unconsciously make himself appear bigger, standing straighter or leaning slightly into your space. His size alone can be intimidating, and he uses it unintentionally to ward off anyone who might seem too friendly with you. That's his way of saying "I was here first, back off".

Awkward Confrontation: If his jealousy gets the better of him, he might blurt out something awkward and direct, like “Who… who was that? Why were they looking at you like that?” His voice would be a mix of nervousness and frustration, betraying how much the situation is bothering him. He was frustrated because he couldn't control such feeling developing inside of him, he was a soldier for god's sake...

Distance and Overthinking: König might pull back emotionally, retreating into himself as he processes his feelings. He doesn’t want to come off as insecure or possessive, so he distances himself to cool down. During this time, he’d overthink everything. He might even force himself to ignore you after getting home, but even his inner fights couldn't stop him from sticking to you 24/7

Subtle Attempts to Reassert His Place: Once he’s calmed down, König would subtly try to remind you of your bond. He might stand closer to you, brush his hand against yours, or give you lingering looks. He’s not the type to demand attention, but his shy attempts at affection make it clear he wants reassurance. Let's just say, he felt bad for doubting your relationship.

Needing Reassurance: If you notice his jealousy and confront him, he’d get flustered and try to downplay it. “It’s nothing… I just… I just felt weird...” Once you reassure him that he has nothing to worry about, he’d relax and mumble something sweet like, “I’m sorry Liebling...” Expect gentle hugs, shy compliments, and small gestures like holding your hand or showering you with face kisses.

Protective Behavior: After the incident, König might become a bit more protective for a while. He wouldn’t stop you from talking to others, but he’d hover nearby, keeping an eye on things. He wouldn’t be overbearing—just quietly ensuring your comfort and safety.

[dmitriene]

continuation of this work

cw: really strange romance, smelling underwear.

sending your pretty nudes to könig, a man you know only by his name, you didn't see his face, didn't see him standing in front of you in the daylight, you only know that he's a colonel registered in a military program that let's people from the area nearby send some reassuring words to the lone soldiers.

perhaps, your silly head gets a wrong call from this, and your choice of words end where you take a small polaroids of your body posed in provocative way, hand squeezing your breasts through the shirt, stuffed in your flimsy panties, toying with your nipples, your clit, until there's no clothes remained, only clean sheets on the background and your naked, smooth skin under flashed light.

könig is too perverted to tell someone about this type of letters he get's, he's been in the army for long enough to cherish every glimpse of a woman he gets, and when she herself sends himself such a material, he can't offer anything but a gratitude and his boxers sticky and sodden by milky ropes of cum that spill from his jerking cock.

there's nothing but your body, you don't offer your face for him to jerk off, but he's sure you're a right doll, offering your curves to him so easily, always with a small, sweet text that wishes him a good week and much luck on upcoming mission, if only you knew that it's you who make it all better for him.

make könig try his best at each mission so he could tell you about it, knowing he'd get a treat in his next letter from you, not only a photos and praising words, but your panties folded in as well, a sexy pair that is soiled at the gusset, your cum dried there and still prominent with your alluring, cloying scent, making him get rid of his hood with shaky, fumbling fingers, just so he could take a whiff of you, whining.

you get him addicted unknowingly, depending on your attention and sight of your naked body even in his dreams, so it's only a sure thing when he somehow finds out your address, and on the day of mail distribution, it's könig who holds the letter you waited for in his grimey, gloved hand, while you outstretch the letter on your own behalf, but now he's here to see you up close himself.

main masterlist. quidelines.