#konig fluff

[latenightdaydreams]

Very specific request but König finding gn!reader (who was unambiguously his lover) who was presumed dead in a nursing home. Crippled and scarred, maybe they were also part of the military, but your body was never recovered after the mission. Yet here you are, sitting in some nursing home with a book in your lap and a blanket around your shoulders, looking so much paler and thinner than he remembers. Maybe they wanted to wait until they were strong enough to actually go see him in person themselves, or maybe they're struggling with their self image now. Just headcanons on how he and reader would deal with it, if you want more angst maybe reader is also disabled now, unable to walk without crutches, or developed a chronic illness. I'm just such a sucker for this type of hurt comfort.

🥹As someone who uses arm crutches, this story was close to home lol. Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy🥰

Finding You (g/n)

Fluff and angst (slightly)

Master List

>cw: internalized ablism, disability

1.3k word count

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Today was just like any other day at the nursing home. You sit in a vintage arm chair with a pale blue crochet blanket around your shoulders, donated from a local artist, you took it as soon as you saw it in the pile. The shade of blue reminding you of König’s eyes.

You miss him, crave him, but you aren’t ready for him to see you. Not like this. Physical therapy has only been helping but only so much, your body still looks wasted away. A deep scar cutting across the left side of your face now, making you feel hideous. You don’t resemble the person König fell in love with and you’re scared that if he sees you, he will fall out of love.

You drop your eyes from the window to your book. You struggle to stay focused on the words when all you want to do is see, even talk to, König. The months have been lonely, your depression only getting worse. Next to you, resting on the chair, are your new arm crutches you’ve been getting use to walking with since your spinal injury. You glare at them with distain for a while before looking back out the window, remembering life before the incident.

The common room is quiet as most people are outside today to enjoy the warm weather. You wish to be outside, but you still feel a level of embarrassment having to use crutches now to walk. You never knew how hard internalized ableism could affect you until you became disabled.

König walks up the stairs and opens the door to the nursing home. He sees a young woman sitting at the front desk and she greets him warmly.

“Hallo, I’m here looking for y/n.” He gives her your full name.

“You’re their first visitor! I’m sure they will be so excited.” She stands and gestures for you to follow her to where you are.

She walks him through long hallways full of rooms, finally he arrives at the end of a hallway with large windows illuminating the room, the walls painted a pale yellow, making the area bright and cheerful. She points to you.

König stares, not recognizing you at first. You’re small, your skin pale and your hair grown out. You haven’t noticed him, dissociating and looking out the window instead. König thanks the woman and begins to slowly approach you. His eyes gleaming with love as he looks over your fragile body.

“Schatz?” König speaks softly to not startle you. He notices the crutches next to you on the chair.

You turn your head to look at him head on. Your eyes widen with surprise to see him. A wave of emotions rushes over you as you realize he is really here. You don’t respond, just stare. You watch as König kneels in front of you and slowly pulls off his mask. His cheeks are red and there’s a small smile on his lips.

“Schatz?” König slowly moves his hand and rests it on your thigh. He has missed how you feel.

“König…” Your voice shaky as you’re overcome with emotions.

Hearing your voice makes his small smile grow, his eyes study your face. Dark circles under your eyes and a deep sadness fills them. A small frown on the edges of your lips. A new scar on your face, he wonders what happened, but won’t ask right now. No matter what, you’re still the most stunning human he has ever laid eyes on.

“I’ve missed you.” His grip slightly tightens.

“I’ve missed you too.” You move your book to the side on the chair, your hand finding his.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He grasps your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss. “Why didn’t you call? Write? Something?”

König doesn’t mean to talk about such heavy topics right now, but he is just so full of heart-ache. Life without you has felt so empty.

“I wanted to heal, get better.” You look into his eyes scared of rejection.

“I could help you heal Schatz.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this…” Your voice cracks as you talk, you drop your gaze to your lap.

He squeezes your hands slightly; he is aware of how much you’ve changed. Not just physically changed, but probably also mental.

“You know that I love you no matter what, right y/n? You’re my light.” König has felt rejected, learning that you were alive yet never tried to reach out to him.

Your frown deepens at his words, tears building up in your eyes. A heavy feeling of guilt and regret washes over you.

“I’m sorry…”

König gently grabs your chin and turns your face to him. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just glad to see you’re alive.”

He looks at you for a while before leaning in and kissing your lips softly. You kiss back and move your free hand to cup his face. You didn’t realize how much you missed him, his touch, until right now; you’ve been suppressing your feelings for so long.

Just then a nurse comes into the room and approaches the both of you. She smiles warmly and places her hand on the back of your chair.

“Today is a beautiful day, you haven’t been out in a while y/n. Why not show your guest around the garden?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” König excitedly agrees. He stands up and reaches his hand out to you.

You let out a deep sigh, not really wanting to do anything. Yet, you grab his hand and stand up, your legs wobble slightly. König notices and quickly wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close. You feel so much lighter in his arms. Holding you steadily, he reaches down and grabs your crutches.

“You need these, right?” He asks in a soft voice as he hands them to you.

You nod and grab them from him. You slip your arms in and stand with them. König softly steps back and lets you stand by yourself. He watches the way you stand and how you rest on your crutches.

You both walk out of the room and to the back door to enter the garden. König walks at a slow pace to keep up with you. His eyes on you the whole time to make sure you don’t fall or need his help in some way. You feel self-conscious as he looks at you, you know it isn’t with malice, yet you can’t help how you feel.

Stepping outside the warm sun hits your skin and you squint your eyes. König just smiles, taking in how precious you are to him. Seeing how far you’ve come in your healing journey makes him proud, he’s always known you were a strong person. He just wishes he could have helped you along the way.

You walk with your crutches, one foot at a time, making sure to not rush yourself and allowing your body to move at a pace it’s comfortable with. The pain from moving already starting to kick in, and it’s written on your face.

“Do you need any help Schatz?”

“No, I’m okay.” You lie not wanting to push König away by asking for support.

König nods, seeing a bench in the distance he begins to slowly guide you there with a hand on your back, not meaning to over step but he sees you struggling and wants to help. Once there, he puts his hands around your waist to help you sit. There are so many things he wants to ask you, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Instead, he simply wraps his arm around you and pulls you close to him. He kisses the top of your head.

“Would you come home?”

“I- I need to heal still.”

“I can hire a nurse for you, you know money isn’t an issue Schatz. I can take time off work as well.”

“I don’t want to be a burden-”

“You are never a burden. Never.” His voice stern but he isn’t angry. “You’re more important than stupid paper work. Please, come home to me.”

You look up at him with teary eyes and just slowly nod your head. You thought when König saw your crutches, your scar, your frail state, he would fall out of love. He would be… disgusted. But no, his love has proven to be unconditional.

[sunnyswide]

Simon & Konig x Female Mafia reader

The room was almost pitch black with flickering ceiling lights that seemed to always have that cliche fly swarm. You sat uncomfortably in a metal chair, wrist tied behind the seat.

“Where.. am I”

You could barely hear yourself, with your whole body throbbing in pain. The room looked as if it was spinning slowly, endlessly in dreadful misery.

Your breaths were labored as you tried to hold your head up, in front of you, a pair of slick black military boots cross your blurred vision.

The sound of metal scrapping the ground to your right.

“Someone awake”

You look up to see a man in a skull mask, leaning against the wall of neatly hanging tools and weapons. He was large. 6 foot and a little more. Simon Ghost Riley they called him. Ghost. A monster in human flesh when it came to torture.

The metal screeching stops as a much larger man fills your vision.

He flips the metal chair around, folding his arms on the top rail, propping himself lower just to meet eye to eye with you. Konig. 6’10 giant. Took out 30 so men just by himself. At least that’s what you heard

Your heart races at the sight.. at some point you realize why you’re in this situation…

Fuck..

You look at Ghost.. watching him stare emotionlessly at your state. Which you couldn’t blame him for being so rude..

“Don’t look at him. He’s not going to help. Look at me.”

…

“I know”

You glare at him intently, there was no way you’d let him intimidate you.

“Don’t get to cocky. Look where you are nobody’s gonna find you. Not your damn soldiers.. nor those shadows”

You gulp, feigning fear but you couldn’t help but feel like breaking. Telling the truth wouldn’t be so bad?

“Where are the chemicals.”

You stare at him blankly, mouth sealed.

“Not talking?”

He looked back at Ghost, standing up from his seat.

“Last chance. Or he’s taking over”

You already knew his ways. Fuck. Stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He began unhooking the knvies.. saws.. drills, anything that would make you regret staying silent.

“Alright luv, ready for the show?”

Ghost flipped the knives in his hands, placing the sharp edge dangerously close to your skin.

“Start screamin-”

He stopped, looking at your face. Your eyes squeezed shut. You were already tearing up, holding back little squeaks of pain even though he barely moved the knife. Your cheeks plush and slightly puffed with air as you “prepare” for the pain.

“What are you..”

Konig walks over to you, pushing your hair out of your face to get a better view. Fucking hell. You were on the verge of sobbing.

You opened your eyes slightly, sniffling at what’s to come. The small whimpers that comes from your rosy lips fill the rooms silentness, making the two men stop in their tracks.

You looked.. in their heads

“Fucking adorable”

“Is it in yet” you mutter inconsolably. Little diamond tears slowly dripping down your cheeks

You asked them as if they were administrating a flu shot. Jeez. Look at you.

"I.."

His knife retreats from your throat. Well fuck you just mess everything up don't you Luv?

Konig holds your face, rubbing the tears away with his gloved hands, making a bloody mess all over your face.

"stop! you're just making my face sticky" you whine, needing two hands just to hold his.

"Liebling.." Konig mutters as he marvels at how cute look look.

SImon sighs, using his rough fingers to clean your wet puffy cheeks. Its hard to hurt someone so adorable. weren't you suppose to be okay with pain?

He bites his lip, looking at your flustered face, filled with fear but also inexperience. Maybe they'll just take you back home, far away from the crime life which you clearly don't belong in.

Maybe part 2, will link if :D

[dumbxrin]

everyone thinking konig is mean and aggressive, feeling bad for his wife

✮

meanwhile when konig gets home

“Hii darling your bac”

push her to the couch

def not sleeping on top of her while snuggling in her chest and rambles about his day while you massage his pretty hair :3

[prettyoatmeal]

Soaked Thighs (König x Reader)

Horny posting- sorry.

GENRE: Smut

SUMMARY: He fucks your thighs 🤭

Word Count: 468

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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.

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Goodnight <3

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Napping with König

My blog is 18+ Minors DNI.

This is just another Fluffy piece.

Napping with the behemoth of a man that is Colonel König is one of the few things that truly calm you down after a long, stressful week.

“That’s it, Biene, rest your little head on my chest,” he coos as he wraps his strong arms around you. You’re face down on his front, legs straddling his hips as you tangle your fingertips in his hair.

He needs a haircut.

“What did you just call me Kö?” You grumble sleepily as you burrow your nose into his t-shirt. He smells like Old Spice and your floral fabric softener. You inhale the familiar scent as you feel your body slowly loosening, relaxing.  

“Biene,” he repeats as he chuckles softly, “It means bee,” he explains as he places a kiss to your head.

“At least it’s not Schnecke,” you huff, eliciting another amused chuckle from the large man beneath you.

"I'm sorry that German isn’t as flowery and pretty as Spanish or Italian,” he says and you can hear the pout in his voice. He’s teasing you but you play along.

“No sense of humour, calling your partner a snail, such boring people,” you say with a smile as you feel the tension leaving your shoulders.

“Hey, Austrians have a sense of humour,” he chides you gently as he rubs his hands up and down your back, warm and soothing. You groan softly as he digs his fingertips into your tense shoulder blades.

“Yeah? Prove it,” You slur as you feel sleep pulling at the edge of your mind, the low rumbling of König’s voice lulling you off to sleep already.

“What do you call a bear with no teeth?”

“Dunno,” you grumble.

“A gummy bear,” he whispers, like it’s the best kept secret.

You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, it’s silly and not deserving of an actual reaction. But it makes your stomach flutter, your affection for this man knows no bounds.

“Boo,” you groan into his chest.

“How do you throw a party in space?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh.

“You planet.”

“Stop,” you groan, your smile making your cheeks hurt as he squeezes you tight.

“What kind of car does an egg drive?”

“Kö, stop,” you giggle as you feel his own body shake with silent laughter.

“A Yolkswagen.”

“You’re terrible,” you hiss as you lean up and give him your best angry glare.

“But it made you feel better, no?” He counters, his ice-blue eyes glittering with amusement as he meets your gaze.

“It did, thank you,” you shakes you head as you flop back down onto his chest, “Now let me sleep.”

“As you wish, Biene.”

“Just resting my eyes” (Napping with Ghost) Napping with Captain John Price Napping with Gaz Napping with Soap CoD Masterlist

[dmitriene]

könig likes to be held, but only in your arms, because only you have the right to touch him — to run your velvet touches through the slightly overgrowing strands of his hair, tangling in density and allowing yourself to weave small braids from his strands.

he practically purrs and preens under your touch, his heavy and wide chiseled body rests on top of yours with warm weight, burying his face in the crook of your neck with warm puffs of breath as you run your nails down his spine.

muscles ripple under the pads of your fingers, his wide shoulder blades come together before you trace them with your fingers, and he immediately goes limp, sinking into you even more with illegible purrs in the skin of your neck, könig arches just barely to press his chest tighter against yours, wide arms circle the curve of your waist.

he cherishes moments like these from the bottom of his heart, when you press your soft lips against his temple, and he melts in the place, squeezing his arms against your waist tighter before nuzzling his nose from your neck to your cleavege.

you and your touches are könig's sedation, the warmth and brightness of your shared bedroom is his sanctuary, and he doesn't need anything else, just you.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

[yawnderu]

Anxious Konig sucking on reader’s tits until he sleeps is my needs pyramid

YES. YES YES YES RAHHHHH.

There's nothing more soothing than holding you as close as possible, face buried on your chest while he's latched onto one of your nipples, tongue licking circles around the sensitive flesh. He switches nipples once you get too sensitive and whiny, sometimes holding your tits together and sucking both of them at once.

It's not something inherently sexual— really, his hard-on is simply because he's so close to the love of his life, but something about the intimacy of the act always manages to calm him down even while his mind is running rampant.

His hand runs up and down your back soothingly, spreading warmth all over your body while he sucks on your nipple, allowing himself to feel completely relaxed in your presence. It doesn't take long before his hand ceases movement, simply holding you close while he falls asleep, still suckling on your sensitive nipple.

[hischokehold]

A little break from deprived könig

König often forgot he was human. With blood pumping in his veins, feelings, emotions. Perhaps it was only on moments like these where he felt alive. A semblance of sanity.

There he was, head laid atop his little loves lap, dark hair splayed everywhere. Face and soul bare, basking in the sun that slipped through the cracks of the window as your manicured nails gently scratched his scalp. You were an angel, truly, he thought. Gifted by god himself to a monster like him.

"Hm? What's wrong, Kö?" Taking your reading glasses aside, you closed your little book about some clichè rom-com to focus on him. The use of his nickname sent him spiraling deeper, burying his face in your soft thighs with a tiny peck, eliciting the sweetest giggles from you.

"Nothing, liebling. Keep reading, ja?" Surely you felt it, his love for you, in every moment he stroked your soft cheeks, muttering words of praise. König would never admit it, years filled with the bloodied corpses of his comrades and those precious to him wouldn't allow him to in fear that he would lose you, too. But you were everything to him, the only thing that mattered in this world.

You were rightfully his, and God help any soul who lay their hands on you.

[cherry-styless]

SOMEBODY PLEASE MAKE AN IMAGINE ABOUT THIS PHOTO, I HAVE DRY HEAVINGGGGG

(and tag me bby🤍🤍😩)

edit: bro i’m serious someone do it or i’ll die

[witchthewriter]

Y/N: Please, König? For me?

König: Nein Schatz! You cannot do that!

Y/N: Do what?

König: You think every time you say "Please? For me?" with the puppy eyes I will do whatever you want. Well, dieses Mal nicht (not this time).

Y/N:

König:

Y/N: ... Please? For me?

König: In Ordnung. (Fine/All right)

[ohoh-inmortal]

Random König headcanons <3

Fluff! And NSFW under the cut.

Raised by women vibes, has two older sisters who would use him as their living doll and dress him up

100% malewife

Most of his scars are actually from his childhood because he was one of those kids who couldn't spend a day playing without getting hurt

Loves to bake and it's actually good at it.

He's very aware of his strength, but not his size. Like he knows he has to be careful when closing jars, shaking hands, hugging or when he gives someone a pat on the back but he's always stumbling and bumping into furniture because most houses/bases are so small compared to his that no matter how much time he spends in them he never gets used to it.

He was that boy who sits at the back with headphones and wears all black in his teenages (he may or may not also had long hair)

Kitten sneeze. It made you laugh when you first heard him because how the fuck someone of his size makes such an adorable noise unintentionally

Loves head scratches.

NSFW

Very little experience. May have tried it with someone in his teens but since both were virgins and he was so big they settled on giving him a handjob

Later on when he was already an adult he carried with all the years of exclusion and bullying, so he was very self conscious and didn't even tried. Also since he joined the military he hadn't much time to anyways.

The few times he would go out some people would approach him very bluntly, fetishizing his height and how big he was. Of course he'd hate it, it was clear they only wanted him for that and nothing more.

He still needed some form of release, so he would jerk off when he feel like it.

Not a porn guy, prefers reading steamy stuff than actually watching it.

But once you and him start to actually do this? He's insatiable, it doesn't take much for him to get super horny.

You look at him fondly for a little too long? My man already has a bulge in his pants. You're cuddling and your ass barely brushes his crotch? He's already grinding against you.

[sunnyswide]

Konig HC!

(My personal opinion 0-0)

Heavily using his severe social anxiety and his war experience which seems to be an outlet or place where he can be himself?

Konig- kid/teen/and young adult would totally be wary of you. Even if you seem nice he’d be careful not interacting with you too often from past trauma

Konig- Once warming up to you he’d go out with you more, hang in low social areas, and always stick to your side instead of wandering off in case of talking to anyone

Konig- extremely observant, he probably can sniff out shitty people from a mile away.

Konig- takes your things just to make fun of your height compared to his.

“Want it back Maus?”

“If you don’t I’m going to scream >:( and everyone’s gonna look!”

“You’re such a little girl”

Konig- scoffs at your petty attempts, as you giggle to yourself, proud as hell to know his one weakness. Not knowing by now you’d turn into his weakness

Konig- isn’t a pushover but for you? He’d buy anything- your eyes glitter at a cute plushie?- it���s already in a present wrap in his hands. You want a cute necklace at Tiffanys but you know it’s way too expensive? He’s already putting it around your neck, fumbling at the tiny ass hook.

Konig- starts realizing he stares.. a little too much when it’s just you and him. If you’re just chilling in his massive bed, he just watches your cute expressions change. Your body language and the way you talk, all on the back of his palms. He’s that kind of person who’d be happy with one civilian friend (besides his military buds)

Konig- schedules things around yours, either unconsciously or knowingly, he’s there when you need him.

Konig- when you get too close in the elevator or on the a line he starts overthinkingggg, not knowing what to do with his hands, stuffing them either in his pocket or awkwardly putting them anywhere away from you. Stutters like crazy as you meet him at the front door with your make-up done, outfit on.

Konig-is such a softie to you <3 but to others he just glares them down when they get to rowdy near you. Holds your waist near his when someone tries anything, realizing he’s probably suffocating you when he holds you to his chest. When you look up at him to ask if they’re gone he MELTS. Your adorable, teary eyed expression makes him fall to his knees (mentally)

Konig- dies internally when you finally confess your feelings towards him

“I know.. this might be too soon.. but!.. I really like you. And if you don’t-”

Konig.exe- has stopped working

Konig- snaps back to reality and doesn’t know how to say he’s liked you too so he just picks you up in a bridal carry and takes you to his bedroom to cuddle cause he thinks you should take that as a yes even though you’re still a bit confused cause he does not speak a word the whole cuddle sessions- (and breath out)

[callsignhood]

Calling König by different cute names:

Tags: Gender neutral, tooth rotting fluff, that’s it.

❤️Schatzi (Honey)

“Where did you learn that?” He blinks his eyes in pure joy and surprise. He loves the way you’re speaking German with him. “You’re my beloved too, my Häschen, my Spätzchen.” He happily teases you back with a grin. He’ll call you by something lovely and purposefully cute, because you are the one that he needs to protect with all cost.

🧸Teddy bear

He laughs with delight. He then drowns you in the embrace of his arms and made sure to avoid squeezing you too tightly, since he is aware of his size and strength. “Of course, I’ll be it.” He playfully spins himself with you a few round, looking at you with those pretty blue eyes full of affection. You can tell he has a big smile under the sniper hood.

💅Baby girl / War princess

König flinches at the name, and he looks you up and down a few times, wondering if he heard it wrong. You repeat it again. He unbelievably coughs out a laugh. “Ernsthaft?” (Seriously?) He’s not very amused, but he’s far from upset. He frowns a little under his sniper hood, and drops his head on your shoulder, giving you a few nuzzles. “Bitte (Please), call me Schatzi or something, I prefer those.”

If you keep calling him Baby girl, expect some defensive head shakes and arm nudges. Nobody has ever called him by those, and it’s… a bit weird for him. But he’d probably accept his fate and comes to you with a grumpy eye roll. “Yes yes. I’m here.”

🎶A name in your native language or something he is not familiar with

“What’s that? Tell me.” He let out a chuckle, grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze. He couldn’t understand the meaning behind it, but he’s sure it’s something either cute or cheesy, since he knows you like to tease him. If you don’t tell him, he’ll ask his teammates and find his answer. He is also willing to learn a few pet-names in your own language. Please expect and tolerate some cute mispronunciation from him.

💍Meine Frau (my wife)

König immediately chokes on air, stares at you with wide opened eyes from your baffling words. He then puts one hand on his eyes, sighing out a weak and desperate Nein (No) under his sniper hood. “My love, it’s not right, I should be dein Ehemann (your husband), not your wife.” He corrects you with an embarrassed tone, as his cheeks and ears grew hotter under that piece of cloth. He’s grateful that you couldn’t see him blushing as you finally corrected yourself with mein Ehemann.

He will secretly consider when should he make this name come true to its meaning.

[lycheedr3ams]

MDNI

if you haven’t listened to this NSFW konig audio, do it now………… 😳

HIS MOANing

WHEN HE CALLS ME A GUTES MÄDCHEN

(Meme made by me)

The fact I’m posting about this with a straight face while in the doctors office lobby (dw no one can see my phone)

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[konigceo]

könig who sees you reaching up for something on a high shelf and lifts you up but he forgets he's a literal giant and slams you into the ceiling ! he'll be so sorry and make you lie down for the rest of the day tho so it's okay ❤️

[prettyoatmeal]

Warning!! NSFW, Fem reader, Dubcon. A/N: Posts gonna slow down again. I had a bit of a period where I couldn't stop just posting my thoughts. I'm burned out now from that LOL Masterlist here!

Horndog König. Need I say more?

When you come into his life he's just astounded. He's just thinking like.. what, a girl likes me? ...Wow! A girl likes me :D and then his libido just shoots through the roof because he isn't fucking for a one night stand anymore, but because you love him and he loves you.

He finds himself gets turned on by anything and everything because he can't stop his perverted brain.

Whether it be eating a banana or rubbing lotion along body after a shower, quite literally anything you do could get him turned on because he just can't control his mind.

Showering together always ends up with him exploring your body. You're just so pretty and soft compared to him. He loves to grab at your hips, your waist, your tummy, all over your torso. When he finally lets you wash yourself, his cock is up and twitching as you lather the bubbly soap onto yourself.

Cuddling in bed with him will end with him humping you from behind. He'll wrap his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer to him, and then he ruins the moment by feeling his cock hardening from your ass just slightly press back against him. He'll whimper and whine into your neck as he dry humps into your ass, his cock twitching and drenching his trousers as he reaches his orgasm.

"Please, please, please, Schazt. Need more. Mmgh.."

Thing is that you don't even need to be there physically. There have been numerous times where you'd caught him humping your pillow, his face buried into your blankets as he cries and moans into them before making a mess of his cum.

He can't just cum once either, it's as if he's under the effects of sex pollen.

He doesn't care if his cock is overly sensitive from filling you so many times, just once more. You'll give him one more, right? Of course you will.

He'll start sobbing into you neck as he puts you into a mating press and ruts into you. His cum is spilling from you despite how much he tries to push it back in, your thighs are trembling and shaking as he abuses your poor cunny. But the way you clench around him and suck him back in.. oh boy.

The way you moan and tell him how good he's making you feel turns his brain to mush. Your praise will always get him over the edge, he loves hearing how good his cock makes you feel. His hips will stutter and slow for the first time in hours, spilling himself one last time, and both of you are trying to catch your breaths, fucked out and satisfied.