#könig x reader fluff

[princessdimondheart]

Y/N: pspspsps

König: *walks over* are you trying to call a cat to you?

Y/N: no, but what I tried to call did come to me. :)

König: ???

König: ….

König: !!

König: 😳

Y/N: *giggles*

CODMW2 Masterlist

[secondarily-firstly]

posting another sketch 👉👈

[charliesgoodboy]

★könig x male reader(sfw)

★genre: fluff, small angst

★warning(s): set when the both of you are 7-8 or 6-7, könig is a sad kid, könig being "scary" cause he's a tall baby, and i forgot his real name too so-

★a/n: felt like making this cause i can, and i deadass forgot bros real name so if someone woul be so kind- AND TELL ME

könig was one of the kids no one would really play with. he swore to others he was kind and just wanted have friends, but no one would even look his way without getting scared.

even the staff at the kindergarten thought he was freaky for already being as tall as he is at such a young age, which didn't make sense to him. was his height really that scary for others? especially the people he wanted to be friends with?

it really was sad, he didn't have any friends for long until you came around. everyone wanted to be your friend and show you around especially since you were new, everyone introduced themselves to you and it brought a smile to your face on how much they loved you already.

what bothered you is that one person who would always sit on the ground or a nearby corner, playing by himself. you never knew why no one would play with him, what as the matter?

but, regardless on how lonely he seemed you wanted to make friends with him, at recess that's where you had more free time. "i'll come by and play later!" you waved bye to your friends going to find the boy, who you soon found sitting at a nearby tree.

"hi! what's your name?" könig slightly flinched at the voice looking up from his spot seeing a boy in the front of him blocking the sun.

he couldn't believe someone was actually speaking to him, "me?" you laugh out loud a bit. "yes you! your name, what is it?" he fidgeted with his fingers before speaking quietly.

"könig." "könig..that's a pretty name!" pretty? you thought his name was pretty? it wasn't that people really thought his name was also weird, but he really loved the compliment from you.

"thank you.." you nod your head before looking back at the other kids playing. "why don't you go and play with us? how come your sitting all by yourself over here?" könig stopped speaking for some time, before speaking up once more.

"a lot of kids are scared of me." you looked at him confused scratching your head, "scared?" you look back at the kids playing, then at könig once more. "of you?" he nodded, still playing with his fingers.

"well." you hold out your hand inviting him him to play with you, "why dont you come and play with me?" könig thought about for some time, before grabbing your hand as you pulled him up allowing him to stand at his full height.

könig looked directly down at you, when looking at him you felt your neck start to hurt, but you really didn't care. könig was going to be your best friend for the longest time.

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[peppermint-toads]

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 more könig and his pregnant wife

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 könig x pregnant reader, drinking, reader misses drinking beer but not in an alcoholic kind of way, christmas/holiday party

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 you tell könig you miss drinking beer so he thinks of a quick fix

“König, you sighed, leaning your head onto his chest. If he were a more average height, you’d be leaning your head into the crook of his neck. “I miss beer.”

“Bier? That is what you’re thinking of?”

You glanced around your crowded living room past the twinkling lights, past the crackling fire, past majority of task force 141, and you looked up at your husband guiltily.

“Yeah.”

König never really cared for the taste, even being from Austria, but he was familiar with how it could ease the tension he always felt at social gatherings.

“Meine liebe, I will be right back.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your temple.

“It’s Christmas Eve! Where are you going?”

You called after him but König was leaving with a whoosh of cold wind squeezing in through the closing front door.

And just like that, you were left to care for all the guests on your own for the next who knows how long. You smiled nervously at yourself because oh god it looked like Ghost and Soap were about to kill each other. Cookies! You would just have to make more cookies.

König returned covered in snow to you, his frazzled, pregnant wife. The party was lively as ever, Christmas Carols streaming steadily from the turntable in the corner and you were just putting on a pot of coffee.

“Here, for you.” He said, nose rosy and lips chapped from the cold. He handed you the six-pack and your brows furrowed.

“König, I can’t—”

“No, no, no.” He shook his head. “Read it.”

So you did, and you grinned when you saw the label: Weihenstephaner non-alcoholic malt beverage. You weren’t smiling because your craving could be satisfied, but because your husband had left a party for his favorite holiday that was full of his friends, and went out into a near blizzard just to make you happy.

“Oh, my darling,” you stood on your tip toes and planted a soft kiss on his nose and then one on his lips. “Thank you.”

“Somebody find the mistletoe!” Soap shouted and wolf whistled, earning a rather unenthused glare from Ghost.

[xo-cod]

blind date with konig and hes a nervous mess!

bless him, he'd be so stressed not wanting to mess anything up :( taking the time to groom himself before he goes and shower thoroughly. making sure his sniper hood is washed and clean, smelling of his cologne. he's worried because he sort of sticks out like a sore thumb, his height mixed with his appearance is definitely something you can't mistaken.

he even takes advice from his mom to impress you. showing up with flowers and him trying not to let you see his shaky hands as he passes them to you. he's not very chatty, i feel like he'd constantly try to think of things to say and trying not to be so awkward that it would make him seem that he's not interested. it just takes him time to be comfortable but i think when he truly does, his laugh is one of the prettiest things you've ever heard <33

bonus points if you don't really understand german/pretending not to and hearing him say really cute things to you quietly :") <3

bonus bonus points when you both have hit it off really well and he's asked for your number, already imagining how your future home would look with him and how pretty you'd looked wrapped in bed and under him 😙😙

[lazybutsmexy]

Practically screamed at the valentine blurb post- haha

Can I please get König with a gn reader please?

Thanks sm<3 have a great day!

I'm screaming too!! I was hoping to get a König request hehehe, so thank you lots!! 🥰🫶♥️♥️♥️

Warnings: none!

König didn't mind splurging his money every now and then, it just didn't happen with frequency.

He wasn't a man of expensive taste - save some very pointed exceptions - so the majority of his paycheck remained untouched most of the time.

He thought that caring so much for brands would make him a vain man - perhaps due to his upbringing. Unless he saw an obvious need for the most expensive item, he always chose more economical alternatives.

With you, however, all caution was thrown out of the window.

As König watched you savour the Austrian chocolates he got especially delivered, and the scent of top-grade Andean coffee surrounded the both of you, he realized he would buy you the moon and crave your name by hand on it if it was only possible.

It was as he sat on this large couch - made for his size -, in your shared, quaint little house in the outskirts - with a garden and a pond which you cared for all-year round -, that he enjoyed your weight on top of him, and your warmth seeping through his bones and making his body and soul completely yours.

The rain poured against the windows, and your fingers pressed a chocolate to his lips. He took his time to savour, not the treat but your skin, and felt his mind lose itself in the giggle that his actions brought out from you.

König didn't mind splurging his money every now and then. Especially since his most prized treasure was already here, in his arms, feeding him chocolates and kissing his cheek.

Send me a character and a preferred gender (f/m/gn) for a Valentine blurb!

[frescoisnotinthemilitary]

Not sure if this is how I send you asks but could you do a König x male baker reader? Like a fluff story? Like at some point Konig realizes he's in love with the sweet baker? If not that's fine too 🫶🏾🫶🏾 please?

Sweet Tooth

König x Male!Baker!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and König being clueless about his feelings (Tags apply differently. Jokes about suicide, meant to be read with a light heart)

Pronouns for reader: you, he/him, reader is implied male

A/N: I really appreciate this opportunity to write for a character I haven't really written for or considered writing for in the past. I’ve also never written for a male reader before, so thanks so much for this ask! I’m also a firm believer that König drinks an unhealthy amount of hot chocolate. We’re talking 4+ cups on a normal day. I was given the idea and it kind of spiraled. He’s also shy and very pookie-coded here, I think.  Let me know if any of the German is wrong, I relied heavily on Google Translate for this. Also if I missed anything. I’ve read this so many times that the words are melting together and I just needed to post it. Sorry this took so long, I’ve been sick and it’s kicked my ass.

It was a bit of a shock, the first time he walked into the bakery. At almost seven feet tall, how could he not be a shock? 

Ding. The soft tinkle of the bell above the door alerts you to the presence of the morning’s first customer. You glance up, and the smile drops from your face, then immediately reappears. 

“Good morning! Take your time with the menu, and let me know when you’re ready to order.” Your voice cuts through the silence. “I’m going to go take some muffins from the oven, but I'll be back soon. Let me know when you're ready, alright?”

“Ja.” A man’s deep rumble sounded from under his dark veil. You notice his head tip back up toward the chalkboard menu as you slip through the swinging doors to the kitchen. 

When you return, holding a tray of still-warm muffins, he looks to you. “Bitte, ah, please, may I order?”

“Mhm,” you hum in response, your chest buzzing with the vibrato. “What would you like?” The air is filled for a moment with the quiet sound of each muffin tapping onto the glass display plate. 

“May I have a- a blueberry scone, and a medium, ah, large, hot chocolate, please?” He asks. You notice him picking at his gloves and shrinking down as if trying to appear smaller than he is. 

Maybe he’s shy. The thought makes you smile inwardly. “Yup. I’ll get those for you. Sorry for the wait, it’s just me this morning.” 

“Die Stille [hush], it is- do not worry. It is no problem.” 

Oh my god, he really is shy. 

“For here, or to go?” 

“To go. Danke.”

Several minutes later, you raise a hand in a slight wave as he leaves, paper bag and steaming cup clutched in one gargantuan mitt. “Have a good day.”

“Ja. You as well,” he replies. 

It becomes routine, after a while. At first, it was about once a week. Then, it was a few times. Now, Monday through Saturday, he’s the first customer in the bakery, often causing the bell to ring as soon as you flip the sign. 

It’s a typical Tuesday morning, about a month after he started coming in. You’ve already opened the door, he’s received his usual order, and you’re curious. “What’s your name?” You ask, the urge to inquire obscuring any boundaries you might cross. 

He considers lying for a moment, but you’ve been kinder than most. Always assisting him whenever you could, treating him like a human, not like an apathetic war machine. 

“König,” he answers. 

“König,” you repeat. “Isn’t that German for ‘king’? Are you German?” You can’t keep the questions in. They fall from your lips before you recognize that what you’ve asked is invasive. He’s a customer. He’s here to get cocoa and a scone, not be bombarded by questions he might not even want to answer. 

But the man seems unfazed. “Ja, it is German. However, I am from Austria, not Germany.” 

Thank god for those Duolingo lessons, you think. 

“Oh. I’m sorry for all the questions so suddenly, but what do you do for work? Do you work around here?” The embarrassment you felt at the barrage of questions leaving your lips ebbs, and you feel more comfortable asking them now. 

“Ah, well,” he hesitated. “I am a Marine. I am a colonel. I work on the KorTac base, just outside of the city.” He checked his watch, then looked back up to you. “I’m sorry. I have to go, now. It was good speaking with you. Ah, goodbye.” 

It seems rushed, but you think little of it. He’s just shy. 

“Oh, yeah. Of course. See you tomorrow.” 

“Ja, I will be here.”

Tomorrow comes and goes. As does the next day. And the next, and so on. You don’t ask any more questions, as he seemed to leave hastily the last time. 

But he wishes you would. Why did I not ask one of him? I want to know more about the man, the little voice in the back of his head tells him. 

Weeks pass. He returns again. And you’re feeling brave.  

“König?” Your voice accompanies the sound of the paper bag as he grabs the top. “Would you, uh…” You trail off. 

“Would I what, der Nachtisch [sweets, dessert]?” 

“Would…” You had a hard time getting the words out. Your palms begin to sweat against the counter, and everything seems to be amplified tenfold. “Would you like to get dinner sometime?” You blurt. 

König is silent for a moment. Then, “Dinner?”

“Uh- yeah. With me.” You wish you could see under the veil, as he doesn’t answer. It seems like hours before König’s head tilts back upward to you. 

A small smile grows on his face, not that you can see it. He finally speaks, and his voice is soft. “Ja. I would like that, very much. Thank you.”

He doesn’t understand why his neck feels hot. His ears. His cheeks. His face is on fire and he doesn’t know why. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. He didn’t reject me. He wants to go to dinner. 

Shit. He wants to go to dinner.

“Cool, cool. What, uh, what kind of food do you like?” You ask casually, as if talking about the weather. As if you hadn’t just asked Colonel Colossus to grab a whole ass meal with you. 

He thinks for a moment before responding. “I quite enjoy anything. I am in favor of the foods of my Austrian background, though I am sure you are much more accustomed to those of your home. The choice is yours, mein Täubchen [my dove].” 

“Uh, well, it’s not Austrian, but there’s a little German restaurant a few blocks from here.”

Why did he ask me to choose? “If that’s okay.” 

König smiles, though his glowing cheeks remain obscured by the veil. “That sounds perfect, Mein Schatz [my dear].”

Your face lights up. “Great. When are you free?”

[ryethebrokengae]

Platonic König x reader whose family forgot their birthday (head cannon)

}König knew your birthday was coming up, and he was excited to celebrate it with you, he had a whole day planned. Making sure his leave ended up being when your birthday was.

}When you call him sobbing, he immediately knows something is wrong. Since you only cry when you're tired or having a meltdown

}You sob into the phone telling him how your family planned for an insurance inspector to come to the house on the day of your birthday. And you were the one who is going to be showing them around.

}You knew Köni was going to be there for your birthday and knew he had a general plan to make your special day, well, special.

}König was furious, he tried not to let it bleed into his voice. Knowing you just needed comfort at that moment

}You explained to him how you knew they would probably fix it if you just said something, but that you didn't want to bother and would just deal with it.

}You decided to deal with it because your entire life that has been what your parents have encouraged.

}You're not a push over. Far from it. But this is the third(3rd) year in a row they made your birthday about someone other than you

}Now you had two(2) older siblings. And this never happened to them.

}What made König even angrier was that he knew about all the shit your family had put you through. And how your siblings were appreciated in the family so much more than you were.

&A/n: now I know that if this was for real with König he would fuck shit up. But this is comfort for me. So you get ooc König. Enjoy.

}Because he's still deployed he can do anything to come to you right then. But he promises that he'll still be there on that day.

}He promises that you two(2) will figure out a way to celebrate anyway.

}He tells you he'll help the most he can to take at least some stress off of your shoulders

&A/n: Anyway enjoy this. It's not great but as I'm sure you can guess, I'm having a shit day. Make sure y'all drink some water.

[harpsinfinity]

Cuddling with Simon, Price and könig

Fem!reader

Warnings: none, just pure fluff :)

Simon Riley

Simon loves to just wrap you up in his big bulky arms, keep you out of harms way. He'll have you laying on his chest, your arms wrapped around him while he rubs your back gently. Sometimes he'll lay his head on your stomach, letting all the tension from his previous mission melt away as your hands play with his hair, your nails soothingly scratching his scalp.Your the only thing he knows that can take him away from everything, everything horrible he's done. With you he isn't Ghost

He's Simon, your Simon.

John Price

This man will give you bear hugs (we love our peepaw), you will literally be trying to wiggle out of his grasp to get some air, though you don't mind most of the time. Loves, loves, loves to lay on your chest with your soft hands grazing his back and scratching the base of his neck lightly.He loves to just lift you off your feet and take you to the nearest place to cuddle, wether that be the sofa or somewhere else. It doesn't matter as long as he has you in his arms. His arms will be wrapped tight around you, holding you like it'll be the last time he'll be able to.

Your all his, and he's all yours

König

This giant of a man will have you in his lap, holding your smaller body close to his, his rough, calloused hands holding your softer ones. Comparing the size difference between them with a light chuckle. He'll have his strong arms around your waist with yours wrapped around his thick torso, resting your head on his broad chest. He can't believe how small you are compared to him, a big brute of a man next to someone so soft and small, he's always so gentle with you, careful not to hurt his love.

He can just never get enough of you

[asmicity-writes]

Cuddling w Konig <3

Warnings: None

Sorry, part two is not available anymore :(

Pic:

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At first, he's worried that he might squish you to death in bed because well... size diff. You don't have the amount of muscle padding that he has, and he's aware! So when you start to cuddle n stuff, you had to start slow. Also, he was super nervous about it too because hes just a lil shy ykwim.

"Ahhh." Konig groans, sitting on the bed, making it lopsided due to his weight.

You were in bed, laying there innocently. You're eyes were half opened as you looked at him through your lashes. Konig places his mask down, and he whispers.

"Are you asleep, mein liebling?"

He places his rough hands on your pillowy thighs underneath your sheets, and rubs them. he spoons your figure and wraps his arms around your waist.

This was so out of character for your colonel, he was probably very sleepy. He brushes his hand and tangles it in your hair.

"So pretty..." he mumbles.

The moment your bodies molded together, you get tired. and start softly snoring.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

-asmicity

a/n: As i write more, i started to realise i dont feel that comfortable writing NSFW for u guys. I get that you may like it but idk... theres lots of creators that do it too, so mayb ask them. Im rlly sorry yall :( ill be rewriting part two though. 💌

[prettyoatmeal]

Soaked Thighs (König x Reader)

Horny posting- sorry.

GENRE: Smut

SUMMARY: He fucks your thighs 🤭

Word Count: 468

***************

Masterlist here!

Your hips almost began to ache as his iron grip was practically ripping into your flesh.

He was close.

Your boyfriend's hips slammed into your thighs with a speed you could barely comprehend. Chasing his orgasm, he couldn't hold himself back.

The soft flesh of your thighs was enough to send him into hysteria like this. The way you squeezed them around his cock, your legs together propped like this over his shoulder, your wetness mixing with his, it was making him mad. He was in complete euphoria as he sobbed into your shoulder, begging for his release.

König couldn't help but let those choked sobs, he couldn't keep himself quiet as his brain couldn't comprehend anything else except how good you were making him feel.

"Please, please, please- ah,,"

His hot breath against your shoulder did no help, your wetness taking the best of you, making you let out a small whine.

You didn't think it was possible, but that needy whine you let out fuelled that burning fire inside him as his cock began to plow between your thighs faster and harder than before.

A mess was what he was. A sweaty mess chasing his orgasm, humping into you like a goddamn animal in heat, begging you for his release.

With eyes full of tears which have been constantly dripping and smearing onto your shoulder, he looked up at you, tired, mad, desperate.

"P-Please, Schatz... I can't-"

He was cut off by another sob he choked on as those beautiful, glistening tears rolled down his face. Overstimulated even before release, it was pathetic. His legs were shaking, he was on the very edge of glory as those loud, wet noises echoed in your ears along with those whimpers and whines König couldn't keep down his throat.

"I can't take it- fuck -anymore,, my love, please."

He'd beg and beg and beg and beg. That's all he could do. And all you could do was look back into those glassy eyes with a small smirk. You didn't say anything back. You didn't need to say anything back, the look on your face had said it all. His eyes widened.

You felt him tense up between your thighs, his hips struggling to keep the same pace. Letting out the most broken moan this man could, his thick seed spurted over your thighs and stomach as his hands gripped onto you like never before. His couldn't help but crash his forehead against yours as he let out those high pitched whines with your thighs continuing to squeeze around his cock even after his orgasm.

"Did you have fun?" You asked him with a smile as your hands made their way up to caress his wet, tear stained cheeks.

And his voice was gone, all he could do was nod.

***************

Goodnight <3

[wingedjellyfishflight]

Sweet Tooth

König is strict with his diet. He eats high protein, lots of vegetables, and *no* sugar. He has to stay in top condition for his missions. Which is why you're surprised when you get up for a glass of water and see him shoving one of the cookies you made today in his mouth. It isn't his first one, either. He looks so guilty standing there naked in your kitchen that you just kiss his cheek and go back to bed. Neither one of you brings it up, but you start baking more and more treats every day. You claim they're gifts for friends, but you secretly keep track of which ones go missing mysteriously.

He knows there's a problem when he can't quite button that old set of tactical pants covered in rips and questionable stains that show off every inch of his... assets. He can't believe he let himself get 'fat', and you can't believe that he considers himself fat. He vows it won't happen again and works out religiously to get back into shape before his next mission.

The next holiday season, you go easy on him and only bake a few of his favorite treats, finding excuses to stumble upon him eating them late at night in your kitchen. You finally tell him that he can work off the extra calories, no guilt needed. The cheeky grin on his face is the only hint you have before he shows you exactly what kind of workout he wants. Those tac pants have never fit better.

[xo-cod]

comforting König and Simon after a nightmare/panic attack 😢

i've already written nightmare for simon so this is panic attack for könig :) <3 might be ooc and rushed ‼️😙

his panic attacks are silent, you could barely even notice them if you weren't looking carefully. for him a trained leader doesn't show weakness, he wouldn't outright panic wildly. it'd all be contained until he can find a private room but he's only human too and sometimes things spill despite him trying his very hardest to reign it back

but his thighs are trembling, his gloved hands shaking subtly between his lap. his breathing is strained and he can feel parts of his body becoming pained and numb. he doesn't know what's brought on the panic attack and he doesn't know how long this one will last either.

and then you notice, your trained eyes catching the signs in his body. he's too much in his head to realise your presence, his heart racing in his chest and the blood roaring over his ears. but when you touch him, it jolts him out of his trance. it provides a strange flicker of comfort, feeling a sense of being grounded as his heartbeat slowly returns back to normal. his icy blues making contact with you, a slow blink as if to thank you. your fingers gently squeezing his palm to reassure him that you weren't going anywhere.

könig remains seated by your side, your hands occasionally giving him a soft squeeze while he takes deep slow breaths. enjoying your company and relishing in your presence <3

[starryylies]

König: before you and after you

✰ Before: könig who hated the way his body looked.

✰ After: könig who loves the way your frame clings to his burly body while you lay in deep slumber

✰ Before: Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face: könig who hated his unnatural height compared to others

✰ After: is now full of it as he stands behind you smiling smugly as you try to reach for a container in the higher shelves.

✰ Before: könig who thought his accent was incoherent and odd.

✰ After: is now the man who loves the affect his accent has on you.

✰ Before: könig who hated the scars on his body.

✰ After: he who now has started to come to terms with them because of the sweet praises and kisses you leave as you lay on him.

✰ Before: könig who mostly spent his time alone

✰ After: könig who only enjoys spends his time with you.

✰ Before: könig who had difficulty dealing with issues because his anxiety

✰ After: könig whose nerves calm the second his name leaves your mouth.

✰ Before: könig who was adamant about sexual intimacy because he was scared of hurting you.

✰ After: who loves the way your tight walls grip around him as he treats you like porcelain, so pretty under him.

✰ Before: könig who thought it would be next to impossible to find someone who loves him.

✰ After: Is now proven wrong as you smother his face with kisses

✰ Before: könig who felt disgusted by the scars on his face

✰ After: now considers them as stories that lead him back to you.

✰ Before: könig who never truly felt like he belonged

✰ After: who finally feels home being with you

For @umxnothanks 🩷