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[leonbabygirlkennedy]

könig icons <3

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[yandere-kokeshi]

May I request Yandere!Ghost and König (Not poly pls) who has darling who tries to convince him that he needs help, but isn’t rude or mean about it! She genuinely wants to help him? Please and thank you!

— Yandere Ghost and König with female darling, who tries to convince them that they need help

Warnings: yandere behavior and slight delusional behavior. Also, fem reader.

A/N: I loved this. I hope you enjoy <3

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

He’s offended — what do you mean he requires help? 

When you speak to him calmly, he narrows his eyes, looking at you with slight annoyance. Even though he knows you mean good, he will turn you down completely. 

Simon, whilst also aware of his behavior, believes it’s there for a reason — to protect you. He’s not going to open up to some therapist, or some police to have a chance of you getting away and getting hurt. 

Despite your wishes, he will say no. He can see your reasoning, but he’s keeping away from any professionals because he knows how they’ll react once and if he opens up. 

And if you ask for a reason, he’ll ignore the question and immediately guilt-trip you into understanding that you’re the only one who understands him. That everyone is out to get you, and they’ll take you away from him. And you wouldn’t like that, now, would you?

König:

He’s taken back — what do you mean he needs help? Don’t you realize that this type of love is just normal?

But as he listens to you, he somehow takes it, in his own delusional way, that you must be afraid of him. That his suffocating coddling, and continuous dog-following patterns are too much, and you’re just nervous. There’s no need to be, okay?

He nods along, before interrupting you that he understands you; taking a whole different approach as he starts to talk about how maybe you’re afraid of commitment. He reassures you that there’s no need to be because he’s yours and you’re his. 

König, in a simple way, completely ignores your wishes and turns it around to you being afraid. In his head, possibly you’re the one who requires help, no?

He means no harm — and immediately jumps up as the ‘husband’ as he is. Taking care of you, making sure you’re well satisfied. Isn’t that what a lover does? Isn’t this what you wanted? He loves you far too well.

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[sandinthemachine]

GOD the thought of one of them being forced to watch the other rail you, and they're restrained with a huge hard on whimpering wishing that it was him touching you instead, you all take care of eachother afterwards ofc <3

Y'all got me foaming at the mouth writing like I'm rabid and I love it

Warnings/tags: afab reader w/ they/them pronouns, loosely edited late-night filth, piv sex, oral sex m!receiving, briefly brainrotting fluff at the end and then someone (guess who) just has to get in the last word. it's all in the ask folks

This has a part 2 now!

Words: 2104

Drink up my thirsty friends

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It wasn’t even König’s fault. He wasn’t the one who gave you such soft hands, such a sweet voice, such a pretty mouth. How could anyone blame him for falling apart at the touch of those hands, the sound of that voice, the feel of your mouth?

“You have such a pretty cock, König,” you croon as you kneel naked in front of him, stroking the length of it. You kiss the tip. “Anyone ever tell you that? How gorgeous your cock is?”

He opens his mouth, only to whimper as you lick along his slit, smiling at him so sweetly. “No one? You poor thing.” You run your tongue along a vein, smiling at his breathy sigh. “I love this cock. Love how good it feels inside me. How much it stretches me.”

“Then let me fuck you,” he pants rocking his hips forward, only for you to pull back, lips curled deviously.

“Not yet,” you soothe, kissing his thigh. “Want to taste you.” You take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around slowly with a hum that has him shaking already.

“Please,” he begs. “Let me…I’ll make you feel so good…” he pants as you take him in deeper. “I’ll…I’ll fuck you so good…you’ll…you’ll forget everything else.” You moan around him, letting him rock his hips even further into your mouth.

“Will you?”

König freezes as you pull back to whip around, eyes fixing on Simon standing in the doorway like a wraith, shoulders nearly knocking against the side of it. Even in civvie clothes with the balaclava off he looks for all the world like a vengeful spectre. Unstoppable. Unappeasable. Your only hope to pray for his mercy.

“You would forget me, love?” He growls, prowling forward like a bear. “Forget how good my cock makes you feel?”

“Never, Simon, I-”

“You’re right.” He stops, looming over you. “Never.”

You lean forward to palm him through his pants but he catches both of your wrists. “No,” he snarls, turning to place your hands just above König’s knees. “You don’t get to touch. And you,” his gaze shifts to König. “Stay still. Hold their hands there. And watch.”

You watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows before nodding, spreading his hands across his thighs to clamp your own into his skin. His hips wiggle a bit, his hard member bobbing in front of your face, but at Simon’s glare he stills.

You feel the pressure of the thunderstorm that is Simon Riley building behind your back as he sinks to his knees. His breath brushes over the top of your head and you shiver, feeling the air around you move as he leans around you. “You alright?” he whispers. You nod, feeling him press a gentle kiss to your temples before looking up at König.

König’s eyes are glassy already, but he too nods, and out of the corner of your eye you see Simon lean around you, pressing against your back as he places a kiss on König’s knee.

And then the softness of Simon Riley retreats, replaced with the hard persona of a commanding officer divvying out punishment to his misbehaving soldiers. One hand grabs your shoulder, holding you just far enough back that your mouth can’t reach König’s cock lest you get any ideas. The other is on your hip, shifting your body back onto his lap, groaning as your legs spread open around his own.

Above you König is already whining and trying not to squirm. Part of him wants to beg Simon to let him fuck your mouth, or even just to let him use one of his own hands. But another part of him, one that settles deep and dark into his gut, is writhing in excitement, clamping his teeth down onto his tongue so he can see just how far this goes.

It wasn’t König’s fault. He didn’t mean it like that. You knew he didn’t mean it like that. Hell, even Simon knew. But Simon would be damned if he didn’t have some fun teasing him about it anyway. You weren’t the only one who loved hearing König beg. Just as König wasn’t the only one who loved watching you fall apart around him. And if Simon could have both at the same time? Well, he would count himself the luckiest man alive.

Simon’s already sending silent praises to whatever crazy streak of luck landed him here, with you on his lap as he fumbles at his belt and trousers until he finally frees himself, hearing your beautiful gasp as he rubs his tip down your soaking slit. “Fuck, pet, look at yourself. Think you could take me just like this?”

You mewl, rocking your hips down onto him and eliciting another gravelly swear before his hands tighten around you and pull you down, slow but relentless, forcing you open around him. You throw your head back, gasping for air as you feel König’s hands tighten around yours, gripping his own thighs as strangled sounds come from his throat.

“You like that, big guy?” Simon taunts, and König’s teeth dig deeper into his tongue as he takes in the man’s smirk while he bottoms out. “You like watching them take everything I can give?”

Simon rolls his hips up into you, pulling another sound from your tightening lungs. König screws his eyes shut and throws his head back, digging marks into his flesh and driving the blood from your own hands, desperate to bring himself under control.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” Simon commands, and immediately König obeys, cock jumping traitorously as he whips his eyes down. Simon stares at his achingly red member before his eyes drift upwards, coals burning right through König’s own watery vision. He snorts, a sound of laughter. “Good boy.”

König whimpers, but the sound is drowned out as Simon digs his hand in, pulling you up only to slam you back down with a depraved squelch. Immediately he moves into a brutal pace that has your arms shaking and your lips quivering.

You barely notice König’s own thighs shaking as he squirms on the couch above you, whimpering and sobbing as he is forced to watch you fall apart, everything in him jerking with every grunt and huff coming from Simon as he takes his pleasure. König tries to imagine it, to feel your tight wet walls around him, but it only makes more blood rush down, pushing the pain-pleasure nearly to his limit. Tracks of tears run down his cheeks now and all he wants is to leap forward, to pull your mouth onto him, to pull Simon’s hands onto him, anything. But he is a soldier. He has his orders. And he’ll follow them, even as he falls apart.

Everything in you is tight, impossibly tight, and you feel like no air is coming through even as you desperately try to pull anything into your aching and shriveled lungs. The room is dancing around you, swirling in sparks of stars where the only tangible is Simon, the hands maneuvering your trembling body, the harsh sounds echoing through your ear, the relentless pressure of his cock sending burning vibrations up your spine.

You feel your release crushing you inwards and try to warn Simon but there’s no air left and you’re already snapping, jerking against him as you choke on your words, mewling pitifully as his grip only tightens more and he continues to chase his own release. Luckily for your poor pussy it does not take long for him to twitch and spasm inside of you, painting your walls as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder with a growl before finally, finally slowing down and letting you ragdoll into him, face pressing into your neck. He stays there for a moment, hand moving to massage your chest as your breathing returns to normal. Then he’s shifting to pull out and get his feet back under him.

He scoops you up with ease, kissing your forehead as you squirm a bit, placing you down on the couch next to König, who sits rubbing his hands up and down his bruised thighs, still shaking. Simon’s hands cup your cheeks, pulling you back into him as he places a delicate kiss on your lips. “Just a moment, love. Just a moment and I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, offering a small smile as you let yourself sink into the cushions, watching Simon pull back and walk to stand in front of König, running a hand along one of his thighs before kneeling in front of him. “You alright?”

König nods, but his jaw trembles a bit.

“They were right, you know,” Simon murmurs. “You do have the most gorgeous cock.”

A confused sound leaves König’s throat, cut off by a surprised gasp as Simon takes him in hand, smoothing the precum down his shaft with firm strokes. “That’s it,” Simon groans at König’s pained whimpers, leaning forward to suck on the tip, drawing a sob from him. “Go on, big guy. Take what you need.”

Simon lets his jaw slacken, and König’s hands are instantly leaving his battered thighs to tangle as best they can into his hair, wrapping around his head to pull Simon down onto his painful cock. Simon’s mouth is much bigger than yours, but even so you hear him grunting and puffing with the effort, struggling to take as much of König as he can, the tall man thrusting forward down his throat and letting his own head fall back.

Poor König only lasts a few strokes before he’s breaking, shooting down Simon’s throat. Simon chokes a bit but still manages to swallow most of it, pulling back to clean up the rest in lazy licks until König’s hips jerk away with a whine.

Simon stands, lazily cracking his neck as he leans forward to cradle König’s jaw. “Better?”

König grins, letting his head flop into Simon’s palm. You smile at the soft chuckle that leaves Simon’s throat before he’s leaning forward, gently working his hands around König before lifting him off the couch with a huff. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Simon brings König to the bathroom before coming back for you, carrying you in to place you in the tub between König’s spread legs. You smile as the warm water curls around you, reclining into König’s chest and thanking your past self for investing in such a giant bathtub. König curls around you lazily, placing a kiss on your shoulder before letting his chin rest there. You giggle at his droopy eyes, running your hands over his forearms.

Then Simon is kneeling next to you, gently scrubbing you both, massaging the soreness out of your hips and thighs before rubbing gently over the marks König made on his legs. He takes each of König’s reddened hands and gently works his fingers into the joints all the way up the wrists, smiling as he watches König’s pretty eyes close completely before leaning down to place a kiss between his eyebrows. You whine dramatically, but Simon humors you, kissing your nose and trying not to let his gulp be heard at the satisfied smile you give him.

“Stop stealing my attention,” König mumbles, mouth pressed into your neck as his arms wrap around your body, causing you and Simon to both laugh.

“Here,” you murmur, lifting his chin up to kiss his cheek as Simon kisses the other. “Better?”

His cheeks flush a pretty pink and he nods before burying his face in you once again.

Simon finishes washing you both and pushes himself back to his feet, knees cracking. “I’ll go get you some tea.”

König’s head shoots up from your neck. “Wait!” You both cry in unison.

Simon pauses, regarding you with a bemused look. “You could just stay here a bit,” you murmur, blinking up at him through your eyelashes before scooting forward. König nods, scooting forward along with you.

Simon shakes his head, but you’ve both already seen the smile rounding his cheeks. With a sigh he strips his clothing off and slips in behind König, thick arms wrapping around you both and pulling you in.

The three of you all sigh in unison as you settle against each other.

“I love you both,” you murmur, eyes closing.

They smile, echoing your statement back at you, but you’ve already drifted off. They lean forward to kiss your head before twisting and sharing a long, lingering kiss with each other. 

As they pull away König’s eyes flash mischievously. “Next time we will see who is doing the teasing.”

[wrylu]

oh oh art request: AroAce König

your wish is my command

[miuiris]

könig icons

[kyhgwts]

Idk if you guys have seen those videos of like the baby tees and they’re like “Men used to go to war” and then they say something men do now that’s like stupid or whatever and I’m just thinking about reader getting one but if we have König so it has a little twist to it💋

[asgardswinter]

König icons & header ♡

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[doodleebug13]

Cod Christmas Icons!!!

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Saw this and it reminded me of my moots (and me 2)

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[sailfish-serum]

Icons i made for my silly goofy partner and i 😫🩷

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere kongi hc, like in general with a civilian who not really afraid of him of his height and just sees him as your everyday person

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: ty for requesting this dovey. Hope you're doing okay :]!

He's incredibly relieved. Not only does he view himself as an intimidating wreck, but he fears scaring you all the time; especially with his height, his strength, his dangerous voice that can be viewed as extremely intimidating. It breaks his heart to even think about you flinching.

Most likely, this will cause him to be clingier with you, especially with the fact you're a civilian and you can be in any type of danger at any time due to his job.

His anxiety does skyrocket a bit. Not that it's always high, but whenever he hasn't seen you in a while, he does get a bit nervous around you momentarily; expecting danger to come out after come home from being gone so long.

You likely work a slow but comfortable job. Possibly a store clerk, a job office, maybe a florist, garden center salesperson, or even have a rare chance to have a cool job like a Mortician.

This said, expect him to visit once or twice at your job, coming over to bring you homemade lunch every time he's home and bear-hug yoh as he's missed you deeply. You'll likely have to peel him off of you before your lunch breaks ends as he never wants to let go of you.

König is happy you don't judge him for who he is. Sure, he has anxiety, occasionally making odd noises, shifting too much at night to the point of annoyance. But, he's able to let himself go without thinking you hate him not that anybody could!

With you seeing him as your everyday person, this will likely cause him to feel more comfortable showing his face more often. A rare but intimate thing that happens between you two; something he rarely lets go of.

While he doesn't like to take it off, as it's a comfort item and possibly protects him, he allows himself to relax in your presence and see him as him.

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[sandinthemachine]

the best thing about dating both ghost and könig would be that ghost has a fat ass while könig has a huge dick, you get both if you date both

don't you dare let ghost hear you praising König's dick and not his own or he'll make sure you can't walk for a week and König will be forced to sit and watch

that being said you and König definitely have a contest going over who can slap Ghost's ass the loudest, man's got constant red hand prints, a big one from König on the left cheek and a much smaller one from you on the right and he loves it

[fleshavatar]

colour study go brrrrr